Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

His Wallet

"Michael?", the sudden words bursted out of my mouth.
"Yes?", he immediately answered, his sweet voice sounding so innocent and so fragile at this moment.
"May I ask you something?".
I walked down to where he was. Sitting in the living room on our dark blue silk couch, his body leaned forward, on his lap the computer and his fingers speeding across the keyboard, quickly typing some words.
His eyes gazed at me as I entered the room, followed by his lips that formed a small smile as he was looking at me up and down.
"What can I do for you darling?".
I was determined to ask this question, but gave in to my mind and logic. I shouldn't blindside him that early.
"Uhm.. I was just thinking", I stuttered, unsure of what to say at all.
"I was just thinking to myself if you've found another good belt?".
His confused look said all. Damn it Amanda.
"Kind of", he said. "I'll buy new ones by chance".
"Ok", I mumbled under my breath.
I felt the urge to ask at least a question that was relevant to the thoughts in my mind but I subconsisounessly didn't dare myself at all.
What if he gets mad that I assume things like that. I don't have any concrete evidence.
And actually, I simply doubt it that my loving Michael boo would go to a stripclub and visits prostitutes - I'm his woman, he doesn't need other girls.
"Did you take a look at the location of the website?", his sudden words ripped me out of my thoughts.
I turned around.
"I... uhm yes of course".
I actually didn't. I simply forgot it as other things were on my mind.
I quickly scrolled through the website for once, but forgot it right the other second.
"Amanda, I can almost smell it when you're not paying attention, you know?", he chuckled motioned with his hand to take a seat right beside him.
I felt my cheeks a little blush as I walked towards him.
"Is everything alright?", he asked me right as I sat myself beside him.
"Yes", I mumbled staring at the screen of the laptop, hopefully he wouldn't ask another question.
But he did.
"What keeps your mind in trouble?".
"Did I do something wrong, Amanda please look at me", he told me and I turned my head, facing him.
"It's just work Michael", I said.
"A client of mine got heavy trouble and it kind of bothers me".
"Wanna talk about it?", his one arm swung around my shoulders down to my waist where he gently squeezed my flesh through the material of my shirt.
Followed by a smooth kiss on the cheek.
My nerves tensed by the touch of his lips against my skin.
"You know darling, you can talk about anything with me".
I nodded, "Yeah I know, but it's ok, really".
It was almost like a spell he puts on me as he caressed my waist, placing soft kisses on my cheek. I turned my head and met his eyes directly.
His dark brown lovely eyes, the same eyes I fell in love so quickly and now?.. The same eyes should harm a girl that bad?, I really don't think so.

He shut his eyes, leaning in for a kiss as I responded.
It still felt so good, so intimate, just right.

We couldn't agree both for the location, for me it was just a little too extra.
Much too fancy and much too expensive though.
Michael said that it would be just fine and I haven't to worry about any costs but it was not what I wanted.
He rolled his eyes and left the room.
I didn't understand what his problem was so I remained silent after all, why should I be the one to crawl back and give excuses as it is not necessary?
"It really is difficult with you, you know?", he said walking back into the living room after a few moments.
"Michael I don't want a fancy location that is way too expensive, a place for the half of the price does it as well, too".
He groaned under his breath as he asked if he's not worth it.
My face dropped and I couldn't believe the words he just said.
"You are worth every penny, but that is overrated in my opinion", I said and walked away into the hallway as I grabbed my jacket and my keys - I needed a little time out.

Walking along the streets as the evening sat in I took a seat on a bench. Exhaling the air in my lungs, I looked around.
The birds chirped from the trees and the ducks went along the gras down into the little lake that was right across the street set in the small park area.
I smiled to myself as I calmed down a little. I really have to stay relaxed when things like this come up, no need to overreact at all.
We're all grown so we can discuss things like adults, I said to myself in mind.
My phone buzzed as I received a messege from Michael.

'Can we talk like humans now?' - Mj

I quickly rolled my eyes, but remained still for a few minutes on the bench.
Literally absorbing the still warm air and the sounds of nature, it always calms me down when I took a walk, releasing the stress and just hear inner peace.
Still a few people were out as it wasn't that hot like the whole day.
A few couples walked by, some children and a stray cat.
"Good evening", my thoughts got interrupted by a man's voice.
"Good day sir", I responded kindly as he suddenly stopped walking, looking at me.
"Oh I'm sorry for didn't recognizing you Amanda, I was totally absent".
I pressed my flat hand against my forehead, shielding my eyes from the sunbeams.
A black bearded man, probably in his mid forties, well dressed with a classical fedora, some dark blue jeans and a light green shirt, stuffed into the hem of his trousers.
I must've gave him a confused look because he started to giggle.
"Michael told me about you, you're his girlfriend, aren't you?".
He contined.
"I'm Martin, the director for his music video and a good friend of Michael".
Martin Scorsese, it popped in my head. Michael once or twice mentioned some members and friends he was working with but we never talked like an evening or longer period of time about these things.
"Oh, yes..", I actually didn't know what to say so I casually smiled at him.
"Nice to meet you", I said after a few seconds of awkwardness. Reaching out my hand to him.

He sat himself next to me for a little while. We chatted a little about Michael and the upcoming video, how far they've come and all the exiting things they encountered while shooting.
Right in the middle of our conversation my phone started to ring.
It was Michael, of course.
I answered it and let him know that I'm on my way as I totally forgot the time.
"It was nice to meet you Martin", I smiled at him and stood up.
"May you give him his wallet back, please", he handed me it.
"Anastacia gave it me, he must have forgotten it".
I narrowed my eyebrows and took it.
"Sure thing", I mumbled and headed home.
Who is Anastacia?..