Girlfriend

Chapter 10

Joseph. Michael's father . Michael told me very briefly about him, but not much was good. He respected his father, but didn't know him. To be honest, I don't know if Michael mentioned me to his father.

" Kate." He glared at me. " Who's this?"

" Joe, this is Jane. She's Michael's girl friend." Katherine said as I sat up to shake his hand. He gave me a light nod and I sat back down.

" Where you from?" He mumbled.

" Me? Oh I'm from New York."

" City?"

" Yes , sir."

" Oh. And you're my boy, Michael's, girl friend?" He asked.

" Uhm..yes sir. I am."

" Where did you meet?"

" The studio , sir. Studio 54 in New York."

" Aha. And what do you do?" He kept coming at me with these questions. As if he were to be asking a boyfriend of one of his daughters these questions.

" I used to design. For fashion. Laviago Fashion."

" Ah. Laviago. I know him. He did some outfits for my boys about 10 years ago."

" Ah, well that's nice." I felt awkward. I didn't know what to say.

" Very well then. Kate, I'll be out. I have business to take care of . I'll see you later then. " he nodded his head and left.

" He's always leavin'." Kate said putting a packet of sweetener in her tea.

" Really?"

" Yeah. Always got business to take care of." She said emphasizing business. " Sometimes I get curious about what business he's doin'."

I looked down feeling sorry for Katherine. I'd hope cheating wasn't going on here.

" Well. I have to do my prayers. I'll see you for dinner?"

" Most likely, ma'am." I said smiling.

Months went by. I was lonely without his happy spirit. He brought out the best in me. Right now I'm just sad and alone.

Michael's POV

" No ! No stop Marlon! Give me my pencil back you butt head!" I shouted at Marlon. I was trying to write on the bus because I am getting ideas.

" BUTT HEAD? REALLY MICHAEL? YOU JUST CAN'T CURSE CAN YA?" Marlon shouted over the loud boys as he tossed me the pencil.

" Well I don't exactly think that it's right. Is that a problem?" I asked sternly.

" No, Mike. Geez ever since the tour started you've been so antsy. What's yo problem?"

" I just want to be left alone , ok ?"

" Oh I know." Jackie said jumping in the conversation. " Mike misses his girrrrl." The rest of them on the tour bus echoed with ' oohs' and I rolled my eyes and moved to the back area where I could think.

I really do miss Jane. I miss her smile. I miss watching Saturday morning cartoons with her. I miss staying up real late outside talking about our fantasies . I miss her.

As I sat there thinking about her, Randy walked in with a stack of papers. " Fan mail?" I asked.

Randy nodded. " I bet you can guess who most of these are from." Randy said.

" Billie." We said together . Randy laughed.

" Randy, I don't get why she keeps sayin' all this? When will that girl stop?"

" I don't know , Mike? Ask the television that." With that Randy walked off and I turned on the TV. I flipped through multiple channels until I came across one with the headlines. " JACKSON HAS BABY?"

" Oh my god." I said to myself.

Interviewer: Now , ma'am , you claim to be Michael's current lover, correct?

Billie J: Correct

I shook my head.

Interviewer: And you said that you gave birth to his child ?

Billie : Yes, although he denies it. And I would just like to say, Michael, if you're watching this. I love you too and I will marry you.

Interview : I guess that's all we needed to know! Tune in next week with -

I turned off the TV and I sat there with my face in my hands. " God I hope Jane doesn't see that. Or believe it , that is."

Then something just came over me. Lyrics. A tune. They popped into my head. This bass and drums. I started to make these sounds. I got out my tape recorder and made the beat onto it. Then I let all the lyrics flow out onto the notepad.

Billie Jean's , not my lover

She's just a girl

Who claims that I am the one

But the kid is not my son