Purple Thriller (Michael Jackson x Prince Fanfiction)

You're My Spider-Man

Prince POV:

As much as I loved staying at Michael's home, it was nothing compared to the feeling of riding my motorcycle. She had never failed me before because I had taken good care of her. Her engine purred with every flick of the wrist. Her tires kissed the pavement but never burned it. On my motorcycle I felt free as a dove. Ironically enough.

"I really need to work on my humor." I thought to myself with a chuckle. 

I had gone to pick up lunch from a local KFC that the Jackson family enjoyed. KFC was one of Michael's favorites. Not that they knew I had gone to pick it up. They thought I'd gone to run personal errands, but I wanted to surprise them. It's funny, but I honestly am beginning to enjoy myself more at the Jackson residence than I did at Paisley Park. Paisley Park has good memories, but bad ones as well. It has been my house for a long time. I don't have a bad thing to say about the Jackson's.

I pulled through the gate, parking my motorcycle alongside Michael's Mercedes-Benz. He's owned it since the 80's he'd said. Although he admits to hardly ever getting behind the wheel anymore, he still considers himself to be the "speed-demon" of old. I chuckled at the thought of Michael maniacally speeding down a highway with horns on his head. 

As I opened the door as quietly as possible, I looked around to make sure that nobody would see me. I wanted the family to be surprised after all. The coast seemed to be clear, so I calmly closed the door behind me, but taking one step I realized I was in trouble. The floors were hardwood and I was wearing heels. The clacking was far too loud, and I had no hands free to remove my shoes. 

The next thing I heard was the sound of screaming as little Prince Jackson ran around the corner where he'd been hiding, grabbing onto my leg firmly. I laughed at my failed attempt to sneak in as the other two children followed suit. 

"I'm so sorry Mr. Prince, I told little Prince not to scare you like that." Paris affirmed. 

"Oh no it's quite alright." I said with a chuckle. I handed the bags to Paris and Michael Jr, giving me the opportunity to lift little Prince onto my shoulder. The children might have still called me, Mr. Prince, but they still treated me like I belonged here. I knew that I wasn't truly a member of the family, after all I had only been here a couple of weeks. But you could've fooled me by the way the children ran up to me and how little Prince asked me to hold him. It almost made me feel like a parent...

I followed the children into the kitchen, setting down little Prince as me and one of the house servants divvied up the portions and put them on plates. Michael had ordered a double-down sandwich for himself and I had went to a different restaurant to get a salad. I was a vegetarian and that was something the Jackson's could never change. I had to keep up with my appearances after all. 

I carried me and Michael's food up the stairs, where the children indicated, nearly dropping Michael's plate, before I was able to readjust my hand in time. As I made it to the top of the stairs, I snuck up to Michael's room with my shoes now discarded. I peered into his room, seeing his back to the doorway as he read a comic book. He seemed so much more peaceful than he did when we first reunited. Not so stressed or tired or malnourished. He now had a hearty appetite and was bouncing off the walls like a child at times. It could be hard to keep up with him. 

Michael started giggling at something in the comic book, so I leaned in a little further to see he was reading Spider-Man. I remembered Michael saying that Spider-Man had always been his favorite superhero. 

I crept into the bedroom, using the carpeting to mask my approach. Michael was still giggling at something and I couldn't help but smile. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do...ALMOST.