Girlfriend

Chapter 6

Michael and I dated for about 8 months. It was 1980 now and Michael had plans on making another album. He wanted it to be twice as better as Off the Wall and he made sure that it would. Michael also began to struggle with other things that I hadn't realized...

( Michael and I were in Hayvenhurst, his home in Encino. I was waiting for him so we could go out.)

" Michael." I said as I gently knocked on the door.

I opened the door and I saw him sitting on the floor with a mirror in his hand and his face looking down with a puddle of tears below. I, naturally, rushed to his side.

" Michael, honey what's wrong?" I asked .

He sniffled as he picked up the mirror, returning it to look at his face. " Jane, look at me. I'm hideous. They even messed up my nose."

" They? What are you-" Michael lifted his head up and his nose was slimmer than before.

I started to cry." Oh , Michael." I hugged him. It pained me to see the love of my life hating the way he looked. " Michael, look at me." I said grabbing his chin to look at me." Michael. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. You're perfect. In every single way. I love everything about you. Please don't do this. I love you so much."

Michael looked at the mirror again and I slowly pushed it to the ground. " Put it down , Michael." I said softly.

He said hugged me back the tightest he ever has. I heard his soft cries on my shoulder. After that, Michael didn't talk about it . Not for a while at least.

At dinner with his mother , Katherine and me and Michael.

" So Jane, what do you think of Encino?" Katherine kindly asked.

" Oh, it's beautiful, your house , it's very beautiful." I said smiling at Michael.

" Oh you can thank Michael. He decorated our house. " she said smiling at Michael.

" I love it." I said squeezing Michael's hand.

Later Michael and I walked around Hayvenhurst holding hands, admiring the landscape. All of the magical decorations really sparkled the atmosphere.

Michael was wearing one of my favorite outfits of his. He wore a red sweater , jeans, white socks, and his black loafers.

I stopped walking and held both of his hands looking down. " Michael, I have to leave tomorrow. I have work."

" I don't want you to leave...I love when you're with me. You're my best friend." He said pulling me closer. He was taller than me, so when he'd kiss me, I'd have to tippy-toe a bit. He gave me a passionate kiss. Now that Michael had grown out his hair a bit, I can run my fingers through it without them getting stuck in a web of afro. Haha.

" I love you." I said in between kisses.

" I love you more." He'd whisper.

We walked back to the house and before we went in, Michael stopped .

" Are you coming?" I asked.

" Come with me." He said running off.

" Ugh. Pff. MICHAEL!!!" I shouted chasing after him.

I heard his infamous laugh echoing through the yard. I laughed in return.

" COME ON!!" He yelled.

He stopped at a fountain. It had a statue of a boy that looked like Peter Pan in the center that spewed out water.

" Isn't it wonderful?" He said in awe.

" Michael, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed now ." I said walking over to him. " Goodnight." I said kissing his cheek.

As I walked in, I saw him sit on the brick rim of the fountain . I could hear him lightly singing. He was so precious. He brought out the youth in me.