𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚 | MJ Fanfiction

Chapter V

From Michael's Perspective

    It's 7 p.m. and I am waiting to leave my house to pick up Evelyn. I got dressed up in a black suit, along with a black fedora. I take the piece of paper where she has written her address today, at the grocery store. I read it again: "San Pablo Avenue, no. 8". There are one-room apartments with a low cost rent, as my producer ,Quincy Jones, told me one day that one of his high school classmates ended up living in one of those flats.

    She really can't afford a better flat? No, I am not selfish. I am wondering how she could live there. I have to know more things about this girl..

    I got immersed in my thoughts.. until my phone rang. I got awake from my thoughts and I picked up the phone receiver.

"Hello?", I asked more than saying hello.
"Yo, Mike, how are ya?", said a recognizable voice.

    Genuinely it was Prince. My god damn buddy.

"I'm fine, bud. What about you?"
"The same to me. I'm taking my girl out to the pub tonight. Are ya coming to sing again?"
"Yes.. but at the same time, I am waiting someone", I said while swallowing.
"... Are ya dating someone?", he asked me curiously. "Finally ya got over that bitch!"
"No, no, no, not like that! We are going out as friends!", I say in my defense.

    Damn, I am blushing.

"Yeah, sure you aaare..."

    I can already imagine his kinky smile. He does that stupid smile when we talk about groupies while we get drunk in our uptown nights. But now I am sure he isn't drunk. I know him pretty well. He's always like "What 'bout that cheek, Mike? Haaa?" with winks on his face. And I usually deny his suggestion, by throwing him a simple and short "Nah". I know that he wants to help me, but the only person who really knows what kind of girl I want is me.

"Prince, stop being such a pervert!", I told him seriously as I was trying not to giggle. I am bad at being that serious.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Tell me about the "prey", you romantic lion. Grrrr!"

    I f*cking swear that I want to contradict him, but I know this would be in vain. I take a deep breath to calm down my nerves.

"Alright, Prince... you won", I finally tell him. I hate it when he is right. "I'll tell you about her"
"Cool thing, Michael!", he says with an excitement in his voice.

    A few moments of silence made their appearance.

"So... what are ya waiting for? Tell me!"

    I wanna kidding him, so I don't answer.

"Mike, don't mess up with me right now!"
"I am just kidding you! I am telling you at the bar. Now I have to pick my girl up"
"Your girl? That sounds fine, Mikey. Alright, see ya soon!"

    I can't believe what my mouth said. "Now I have to pick my girl up". I wish she was mine, but for now she isn't. Eventually, I will make her mine.

    I am looking at the clock. It's 7:30 p.m. I should head out! I grab a rose bouquet I bought for her today, my car keys and I rush outside.

From Evelyn's Perspective

    I am dressed with my white dress and I am looking in the mirror. I look pretty decent. Not vulgar, just decent enough. It's 7:40 p.m. I think I should go!

    I go downstairs and I can't see him anywhere. Oh.. actually, I don't how his car looks like either. I decide to wait here until he arrives. After a few minutes of waiting, I hear a honk of the horn. It was him. He gets out and he gets close to me. He is wearing the same mask as today at the grocery store. But God, he looks handsome with it! I think he has personal designers or he knows properly how to dress like that. I wish I had new clothes as this dress was my mom's.

"Are you ready, 'my lady'?", he says a little amused.
"Yes, I am. Thank you, 'mister'!", I joke back to him.
"Come on, let's go."

    He opens the car door for me and I get in. After that, he gets in and here we go!

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    We have been going for a few minutes and we haven't arrived yet. I don't know where is this pub, but I will be careful with the alcohol. I look in my left. He is looking straight, with hands on the wheel of the car. I like the fact he is a careful driver.

    I want to start a small talk with him, but I have no idea what we can talk about. I don't know anything about his likes or dislikes.. or even his hobbies and passions. I barely know him.

"Are you okay, Evelyn? You seem a little sad", his voice fills the silence presented in the car while asking me.
"Hm?... Oh, yes. I'm fine.. thank you for your question!", I tell him as a response.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Alright.. sorry if this question might disturb you, but.. tell me about you until we arrive there", he says it serious.

    I think he is ready anytime to hear my story.

"Well.. my name is Evelyn Brewer", I begin. "I'm 25 years old.."

From Michael's Perspective

    I was listening her words carefully. She had a little sadness in her voice. Now I am beginning to feel guilty about asking her this. But instead of stopping at that point, she chooses to continue.

"And.. I am a maid.. at Mrs. Jones Residence.."

    She is a maid, but... Mrs. Jones? Who is this woman?

"Do you work for her?"
"Yes.. sometimes I feel like my life is just as Cinderella's.. She always yells at me for minor reasons.. like "Why didn't you clean my room as I asked".. she even offends me.. one day I accidentally spilled hot tea on one of her expensive clothes.. And I am not her favourite maid.. I have worked for her for about 2 years and I have never got promoted.."
"Wow.. you really work hard. And are you getting paid enough?"
"Not always.. She pays me depending on my number of mistakes per month.."

    I am feeling mad at the hearing of those words. That woman doesn't pay her enough. That is why she can't afford a better flat, because of that b*tch. Again, my subconscious is right. Whatever, right now I am trying to calm down, and with a cracked smile, I say: "That is so unfair to you. You don't deserve it".

    We are stopped by a traffic light. It was red, so we had to wait 2 minutes. I could see her tears falling off of her eyes. She is crying.. I don't like seeing her crying. I take my mask off for a second, I take her hand in mine and I give her a kiss on her hand. She was looking at me with an inquiring gaze.

"You don't deserve to cry, Evelyn, okay?", I whisper to her.

    She nods at me back.

"Okay.. try to calm down", I whisper again and I kiss her hand once again.

    Her hand is soft. I could kiss it all day, trust me.

    I put my mask on back and the traffic light became green. Luckily she hasn't recognized me. Thank you, darkness! After 10 minutes, we arrive at Cool Melody Local Pub and I see Prince with Apollonia in the parking lot.

    After we get out of the car, I see Prince smiling like a pervert. I feel like protecting Evelyn from him, so I hold her hand nervously. She trembles a little, but then she quickly gets used to this gesture. I managed to get used to it, too.

"Is this the girl?", he asks me with a shake of his head.

    We usually have our language when something is confidential for anyone of us.

    I nod at him back as a "yes".

P.S. I genuinely love this chapter I wrote. I love the traffic light scene. What about you?
P.P.S. Thank you for 101 reads! You are amazing!
Lots of love, the author.