Girlfriend

Chapter 5

I was going over to Michael's that evening because he wanted to make me dinner which I thought was incredibly sweet. Sadly, I still haven't told Chris...

As I sped down the stairs, I saw Chris come in through the door.

" Jane! Slow down!" He said as I bumped into him." I have missed you, how are you?"

" Fine, I have to go work with a client." I said weaving past him to the door.

" Uhm." He said putting his arm out." At this time of day? It's 7:30? Who is your client?" He asked.

" Michael Jackson. He insists on me working on this with him. You know how celebrities are..." I say trying to open the door again.

" Hm. Well you tell him who I am and that if he doesn't make this fast, I'll make some calls." He said grabbing my chin.

" Heh-ok." I said releasing myself from his grip.

I wiggled out the door and I spun around as I got into the taxi that brought me to see Michael. My heart fluttered everytime I went to see him. It never changed. He really knew how to treat a lady. He was a gentleman. His words would melt you to pieces. He was smooth and I liked that.

I jogged up to his room and leaned against the door frame. He scanned me while biting his lips. " Whoo! Look at ya. Pretty momma." He said grabbing my waist bringing me into a kiss.

" You're such a PYT, you know that?" He said with a smile.

" PYT? " I asked.

" Pretty Young Thangg." He said emphasizing the 'ang' .

I laughed through my nose and kissed his lips softly.

We had dinner and Michael and I chatted for a while. Actually for a long time . We talked about our childhood experiences mostly. He'd talk about his brothers and what crazy things they'd do on tour. It was fascinating actually. This man who I had seen on TV as a child with a soul for music and seemed like the shyest thing ever, he loved to chat with you.

" And then Tito came at me yellin ' MIKE! STOP THROWIN WATER BALLOONS AT US!' A HEE HEE." He said laughing.

I laughed just at the way he told the story. We were interrupted by the phone. I stood up " I'll get it."

" Hello?" I said still with left over laughter.

" Jane. It has been hours. What are you doing . What has he got you doing?" Chris said in deep anger.

" Uh-uh." I look at Michael giving me a confused look." How did you get this number?"

" I called your office, but does it really matter?"

" No- no it doesn't but, Chris. Chris this is strictly business." I saw Michael's eyes grow wide as he heard me say Chris. He sat up putting his hands on his face.

" Business MY ASS. You always leave. You left one of your notes on the counter the other day. ' Michael , my love.'" He said imitating my voice.

I was silent. I but my lip feeling stress having to deal with Chris and Michael.

" Look, I need to home now. We are going to talk! And if you don't come now, I'm going to break pretty-boy Jackson's face."

My heart sped up fast." oh-ok." I hung up. I sat down and started to cry.

" You NEVER TOLD HIM DID YOU?" Michael shouted. I never saw him shout like that. " Jane you YOU LIED TO ME!"

" Michael. I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it."

" Well. Well maybe it is best you go. " he said with tears.

" Alright." I said . I walked to the door. Before opening it, I took a deep sigh and looked back at his tear-filled brown eyes. " I'm sorry." I whispered.

Michael didn't talk to me for a few weeks. Chris left me and had me leave the loft. Can't say I blame him. I live in a smaller apartment now. I deserve all of this. But I lost my home, Michael, and everything important to me. All my fault. There was an album release party coming up for Michael's album, ' Off The Wall.' I wanted to support him so I went.

I took a seat in the back so I wouldn't be noticed by him. They played some of the songs from the album and they were EXTREMELY good. His voiced flowed through the music. Everyone talked about it. Then Michael came out. He was wearing the outfit I designed. He looked so good in it.

" Hi everybody." He said in his soft voice. " I hope you enjoyed these songs. They were really fun to record and...." He looked to the side. He shook his head." Uhm. I wanted to sing one of the songs that we haven't played yet. "

The music started and it played this playful flute noise . Then he began to sing.

Girlfriend

I'm Gonna Tell Your Boyfriend

Tell Him

Exactly What We're Doin'

Tell Him What You Do To Me

Late At Night When The Wind Is Free

Girlfriend

I'm Gonna Show Your Boyfriend

Show Him

The Letters I've Been Savin'

Show Him How You Feel Inside

An' How Love Could Not Be Denied

We're Gonna Have To Tell Him

You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine

Do-Doot-Do,

We're Gonna Have To Tell Him

You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine

Girlfriend You Better Tell Your Boyfriend

Tell Him

Exactly What We're Doin'

Tell Him What He Needs To Know

Or He May Never Let You Go

We're Gonna Have To Tell Him

You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine

Do-Doot-Do,

We're Gonna Have To Tell Him

You'll Only Be A Girlfriend Of Mine

Do-Doot-Do,

I knew the song was about me. Us. Our situation. I saw Michael notice me and he looked me straight in the eyes. I looked down as tears streamed from my eyes. I got up as the song finished and I walked out. I heard from inside," Goodnight everyone! Thank you!"

I stood outside crying. I saw the side door open and Michael leaped out. " Jane." He said standing there with his hands in his pockets.

I continued sniffling as I walked away. " Hey." I heard him softly say as he turned me towards him.

He moved my hair out of my face and wiped my tears. " That song was for you , you know."

" I know." I said.

" Well. I was wondering. Since, you're free now. If...you'd be my girl. Officially." He said shuffling his shoes.

" I wouldn't want to be anything else." I said as a smile formed on my lips.

He put his hands around my cheeks and gave me a passionate kiss. " I like you, do you know that? In fact I think I like ya a lil too much." He said putting his arm behind my back as we walked down the sidewalk.

I just giggled and laid my head on his arm.