Girlfriend

Chapter 22

Michael and I explored the facilities and we talked to many patients who were pleased to be in his presence. Michael and I also came across a room, of which he got very excited to see.

" Oh! Jane this is it! This is the room with the machine!" He pulled me into the room. There was a giant machine that looked like a tanning bed. He went around it feeling the top. " Isn't it neat? It looks like some futuristic machine like a time traveler." He said in awe. A man walked in holding a camera. " Hello, I'm a hospital photographer. Could I take a picture of you?" He asked.

" Why of course. Here, I'll get inside it, real fast though." He said hopping inside the machine crossing his arms across his chest in King Tut style. I giggled. " Did you get it?" Michael said muffled under the roof of the machine. Before I could look back, the man had left.

" Hm...he's gone."

" Oh well, he probably went to do the photos and get them printed out." I said waving of the situation.

" Hm...it seemed a lil' suspicious to me. " Michael said tapping his lip with his finger. " Anyways, let's head home. I'm free to go." He said wrapping his arm around me.

" Of course we can head home." I said smiling.

We got home safely, although a cloud of paparazzi trailed behind us all the way home.

" Home at last!" Michael said twirling around the living room. " Agh this is my favorite place in the world."

" Mine too." I blushed. I was so happy he was home.

He walked over to me wrapping his arms around my waist. " Are you sure you don't want to try yet?" He said with his forehead against mine." Because you know, the child could be ready by the time I'm done with the tour."

" Michael..." I sighed.

" We don't have to...I'm just excited." He giggled.

" I know... I just don't want to be pregnant and be all alone with all these problems while you're away..." I trailed off.

" I understand." He said attaching his chocolate eyes to mine.

" Ok. " I said kissing him gently.

Michael left early the next day for tour rehearsals , then the tour itself. I said my goodbyes the night before because I would be asleep when he'd leave. I told him I wanted to be awake when he left, but he insisted that I slept in.

I walked to the pool to lie out for a while when a maid of ours brought me the mail. I made a pile for Michael, then I saw some news papers. There were these tabloids with Michael in the skin hydration chamber with the caption " Michael Jackson wanting to savor his youth with age-defying machine?" I laughed at them and told the maid to throw them away.

At one point while Michael was away, I had gotten a request for modeling. Sports Illustrated asked for me to do a shoot for them and , since I was terrible bored, I accepted. I went to the agency and waited for about an hour until someone came out and brought me for the shoot.

" So you're Jane Jackson right?" A man loudly smacking his gum asked.

" Jane Markuss Jackson." I said emphasizing the Markuss.

" I see. Well , I'm gonna need you to put this bathing suit on and come out the left door to the area on your next right." The man said sending me off.

I came to the dressing area and there were many women in there with their hair all done and wearing very exposing outfits. I gasped inside when I saw it. I walked by quietly as I snuck into a stall. I changed and came out and covered my body with my arms. I'm a little sensitive about my body. Michael tells me it doesn't have one flaw, but I still feel sensitive around him. I walked out fixing the stray curls in my hair when I heard a light shriek.

" OH MY GOD. JANE JACKSON." The woman shouted.

" Hello, it's nice to meet you." I said nervously.

" IT IS AN HONOR TO MEET YOU. I- I HAVE TO ASK YOU WHAT MICHAEL IS LIKE. ON A HUSBAND LEVEL."

" Well. He's very normal. He's a man and likes man things. He sometimes watches basketball and drinks a beer here and there. He's a really normal guy."

" WOW. I NEVER KNEW THAT. WELL IT WAS GREAT TO MEET YOU." She said jogging out the door.

I finished primping myself when I walked to the area I was assigned and men and woman all of a sudden pounce on me with makeup brushes and powders and mascara. I huffed and puffed at the powder in my eyes and mouth.

" Alright, Ms. Jackson. Let's start with a fierce pose if you can do that." The man said flamboyantly." My name is Pierce by the way."

I posed the best I could and did everything he asked. By the time I left, I had been there for 6 hours. This is something I definitely don't want to do all the time.

Michael's POV

I love meeting fans. I really do. Their smiling faces and wild energy brings me excitement and great joy. But, to be honest , I didn't want to do this tour. I wanted to do a solo tour. I made my mark on my own because I want to be alone. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what my brother's helped me do. I just want to be off on my own now. I am sitting in my hotel room with the worse case of insomnia. I'm sharing a room with Marlon. I lie here thinking of Jane and how much I miss her. I feel so lonely without her companionship . She is my best friend and I love her so much.

" Hahaha Jackie look at this one. Her booty is extra fine..." Marlon chuckled.

" Yeah she is fine." Jackie chuckled.

" Ugh." I turned over. " How could you look at those women like that. It goes against all of their rights as women. We shouldn't disrespect them."

" Oh Mike calm down. This does nothing to their rights. It's their choice and try get money from this." Marlon shouted.

" Yeah Mike. Plus we know you're a booty boy so why don't you quit the act and come look because we know you want to." Jackie laughed.

I was a little tempted. Just a look though. I find bodies to be fascinating. Anatomy is amazing to me. I walked over to see what they were looking at. " Yeah she does have a nice booty." I echoed.

" Mike get your own, there's a stack right there." Marlon shrugged me off.

I grabbed a magazine and looked at the woman on the cover. " Wow everything about her is beautiful." I studied it again to see that it was Jane. My Jane. " JANE? OH MY." I dropped the magazine.