Girlfriend

Chapter 18

The gate was golden with Neverland in black lettering. " Oh Michael." I said with tears. I jumped into his arms .

" Are you happy?" Michael asked.

" This is wonderful . I am so very happy." I said hugging his arm.

" Well, it is late and I would like to get to bed now." He winked.

I laughed. " Of course. " I linked arms and we walked down the path to the house in silence. I laid my head on his shoulder as we walked. The moonlight lit a path and my necklace glistened.

We walked inside and the house had dark woods, just as I drew them. It was decorated with the furniture and everything. " Michael, could we explore the park tomorrow?" I asked. " Wait , you haven't ridden anything without me..right?" I said tugging on his arm.

" No, I couldn't do that to you. As much as I wanted to, I wanted to wait so you and I could both enjoy it together." He said with his hand under my chin.

" Thank you. You're wonderful." I said kissing him. It was passionate and everything I wanted. It heated a bit and he stopped to pick me up bridal style. " Honey, you don't need to."

" Yes, but I want to. " he said carrying me up the stairs.

" This night was wonderful." I said .

" Oh, it isn't over yet, baby." He smirked.

I laughed as we went into the gorgeous master bedroom. ( I'm not going to do details because I find that those scenes take away from the meaning of the story and are inappropriate fluff )

Michael and I explored the theme park area the next day and it was a lot of fun. We had sno-cones, watched movies, laughed, and rode the ' spider ' or ' puke bucket' about 200 times. I had so much fun.

Michael and I had lunch on the terrace one day, although , he rarely are large meals, since he has a diet.

I sipped my lemonade as Michael looked off into the mountains.

" Michael, your album. It's incredible . Thriller has been watched by millions of people on MTV and the album is selling by the thousands. Goodness , this is fantastic."

" Yeah, I just really want a lot of Grammys. That would be great. If I can get that. I feel that I'll accomplish something." Michael said tapping his foot.

May 16,1983

Tonight is Motown's 25th anniversary show. Michael has asked me to be his date and I happily obliged. Michael and his brothers have been rehearsing the past few days. They plan on doing a Jackson reunion and then Michael told me about how he wanted to have a solo performance because he had something in mind.

I hadn't seen Michael for a few days and right before we were leaving for the show, he popped into our room.

" Knock knock." He said softly.

I turned around while trying to put on my pearl necklace. " Hi." I said with a big smile.

He came over from behind me and grabbed the ends of my necklace. " I got it." He said .

" Thank you." I said turning around. " Are you ready for tonight?" I asked .

" I am, but I don't know about Jackie. He couldn't catch up with the damn moves when we'd rehearse." Michael began to get angry.

" Michael calm down, I know you can get the moves quicker, but you gotta have patience, hun. These are your brothers , come on." I said.

" Yea." He sighed." I really hope tonight goes well. You look stunning." He said scanning my dress.

" Thank you ,darling. Got it from an old sketch I did back in New York." I said twirling around.

" Well it looks really good on you." He said wrapping his hands around my waist.

I kissed him just for a second, when I heard Paul, the chauffeur, yelling for us to go. I stared at Michael's eyes for a second when I noticed black eyeliner. When we got into the car, I asked him. " Michael, since when have you started wearing eyeliner."

" Jane, can we not talk about my looks." He snapped.

" Well Michael I never said it looked bad- ."

" Well when you ask, it implies that something is wrong. I had eyeliner tattooed on a few days ago." He said scooting away.

" Tattooed? Michael why didn't you tell me?" I said worried. I never knew that he did this.

" JANE. " he shouted.

He never yells at me. I but my lip fighting off tears. " Michael I'm..." I looked down.

" Jane." He took a deep breath." Jane , my looks are a very sensitive thing. You KNOW that. Don't ask me about it again....understood?" He said with his eyes glaring at me.

I looked at him with tears sitting in my eyes. I clenched my teeth with anger as I nodded my head." Understood." I whispered.

We got to the ceremony and I was still upset.

" Jane, we need to look happy and smiling. I'm gonna need you to hold my hand and smile. Remember we are recently married. We have to look happy." He said waiting for Paul to open the door. The fans screamed outside and I could hear paparazzi shouting.

" Yes...master." I said sarcastically as I flailed my hand out to him.

He gave me a look of anger." You know how much I don't want to hold your hand right now? You're making me very upset, Jane."

" Ditto." I said as Paul opened the door.

" Smile." He said looking back at me. I got out smiling and and waving while squeezing Michael's hand. Paparazzi shouted " Michael! Jane! Pose for us!"

I stood there smiling and Michael kissed my cheek. All for the camera of course. We walked in and sat in the reserved area.

Michael hugged and chatted with a few friends while I sat there with my hands in my lap.

" You know that my favorite thing about being with you is holdin your hand. So do you know how hard it was to be angry with you for that?" Michael whispered into my ear.

I looked away and I heard him sigh.