Girlfriend

Chapter 4

Now I'm not going to say what I did was good, but I cared for Michael a lot. And to deal with Christopher would have been hell.

I wrote to Michael in my bedroom while Christopher would be at work.

Michael

I've missed you so much. I would love to meet you tonight for dinner? I am deprived of your smile,laughter,hugs, and kisses. To be honest , I am going insane without it.

Jane xoxo

I sealed the letter and I was startled by Christopher walking in.

" Hey Jane, heard you were working with Michael Jackson on an outfit." He said undoing his tie in the mirror.

" Ha-yea.Just making an outfit. He he he.." I said nervously.

" Eh. I wouldn't expect him to make a pass at you. "

" What is that supposed to mean.." I said feeling offended by his remark." Are you saying I'm ugly?"

" No, babe of course not. I've just heard he's a bit of a wuss and that he doesn't like ...dating. If you know what I mean. I mean the guy's a girl. He's got talent , but he's a little soft." He said tossing his tie onto the floor.

I almost defended him. But I didn't want Chris to get suspicious. Even though I wanted to kick Chris right in the face.

I left the room without a word. All Chris has done lately is make fun of people and act like a total jerk. It just makes being with Michael so much better.

I walked down to the mail station across the street from my complex. Luckily I have a friend who works there that delivers my mail personally and quickly.

I winked at my friend." Make sure this gets there quick today." He nodded . James is his name, he knows how Chris can be a jack-well you know.

Later that evening I sat in my kitchen reading the papers of past years with pictures of musical artists. I , of course, grabbed the editions with the Jackson5.

" Well. I'm going to be out late tonight. And also remember I am flying to LA for a meeting with Barry (Gibb) . So I am just going to leave the party and go to the airport. Have a good night." Chris said patting my head. I rolled my eyes as he left. About 20 minutes after he left, I heard a knock at my door.

I hoped it was James with Michael's response letter, but it wasn't.

It was Michael, himself.

I hugged him tightly as he wrapped his warm arms around me. He kissed my forehead gently as we walked back into my house.

" How are you doing?" I asked with my hands intertwined with his.

" I'm fine. I've missed you a lot. All I can do is think about you." He said with his head down.

" In fact, you know how I am doing that solo album? Well I am thinking of all of these songs because of you." He said shyly.

" Michael that's so sweet. " I say tilting his head up. I kissed him gently.

He and I had dinner at the house, and surprisingly, he taught me how to cook proper spaghetti and meatballs.

" To us." Michael cheered with his glass.

" To us." I said.

That night we lied in my bed with his arm around me, my head on his chest. We listened to the air blowing freely into the room with the occasional honking from cars. We just lied there in silence.

Then Michael abruptly sat up. He ran his fingers through his small poof of an Afro.

" Jane...I feel wrong. This is very wrong." He said distressed.

" Michael..."

" No, Jane. This is not good. You have a boyfriend. I -think you're gonna have go tell him." Michael said looking at me.

" Michael. I can't. He will be terribly angry." I said ." I mean, you don't know Chris. He can get VERY angry."

" Well...I want you to be MY girlfriend. Not some girl I'm having an affa-." He started to cry. It was so pathetic and sad. I wanted to hug him, but he didn't seem like he wanted it.

" Jane..imagine. Imagine what my mother would think...she'd be so ashamed." Michael said sniffling his tears.

" Michael, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me...you'd probably be better off..." I said with a tear running down my face.

" No." He said softly with his hands cupping my cheeks. " If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in love with someone. I'd be hopelessly going through life without someone."

Michael's words scared me a bit. He made it seem as if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And he loves me..?

" Jane...you're gonna have to tell him. Because you'll only be a girlfriend of mine, not anyone else's." He said smiling.

I sighed ." Ok Michael. Ok." I said tucking in my lips.

" Good." He said. He stared at my face in awe. " God how I wish I could kiss you now. But...I think we should wait until we make it official." He said with a small smirk.

" Ditto."

Now. I have to tell Chris...ugh how?

Michael was in the studio working on his first solo album and I was so excited for him! But I also missed him. We still wrote to each other, but he really wanted me to talk to Chris.

But I wasn't going to. I couldn't. He had a huge outbreak on me when he found out that I was talking to a guy friend. I'm not going to tell him. I shouldn't.

I was able to call Michael at work because he is a client of mine and they don't record your calls.

" Hi Michael."

" Jane! How are you, sweet girl?"

" Fine. Actually, I have some GREAT news for you..." Here I go. Lying.

" What is it?"

" I told Chris and he agreed to be friends. Found out he had been wanting to break up anyways!" Double lie. Ouch. This is terrible.

" Oh BABY that's - I mean Jane- actually , I don't care what I call you anymore! You're my girl-..uh I mean. Jane, will you be my girl?" He asked so excitedly.

" Of course , Michael."

" Ah! Yea! Well, I gotta get back to work, but I wanna see you tomorrow ok? Come to my loft! "

" Alright. I'll see you then."

" Until then , my love."

God what did I do?