Alchemized (Michael Jackson Fan fiction)

Doing the Friend Thing

Please vote and share your comments. From what we've seen of him so far, which I know isn't much yet, do we think Marlon is evil like Mason or more like Michael?

(Dawn)

The first week of working for Katherine had already come and gone. She kept her word and made sure my tasks weren't too strenuous, but I often did more than what she required of me. If Katherine asked me to vacuum a room, I would vacuum several others. If I was told to clean the glass surfaces and windows in the family room, I would extend my task to the nearby rooms and make spotless anything that was see through and had shatter potential.

Katherine was often at my side helping, but the fragile woman lost her energy quickly. On several occasions I had to persuade her to rest and leave me to take on the chores alone. Whenever she would finally in and take a seat, I would retrieve a glass of water for her. From her spot of resting, the middle-aged mother of three gorgeous sons would aske me question about my life, and I would answer as I continued to work.

In a couple days' time, I had told Katherine just about everything there was to know about me. She understood better the different dynamic I had with each parent. She learned about the unwavering passion I had for cooking, especially baking sweets. I told her about the upcoming Fall show I was to be a face model for and about Brielle's exceptional talent with extreme makeup. I even told her about Alex and his persistence, and I eventually brought up my baby sister being born with juvenile diabetes.

Many times, I feared I would bore Katherine with my disinteresting life, but she ate up my every word. I noticed her weak eyes would somehow find enough strength to spark to life whenever I brought up topics about my father. I had concluded that to be from her desire to see me grow closer to Elijah. If only he would bring his dramatics down a couple of notches, then maybe we could be.

There wasn't much sign of anyone else that first week. I did, however, meet Marlon on my third day. He was the only one of Katherine sons that barely showed me any interest. I was helping Katherine prepare dinner that evening when we heard him enter the mansion. He wandered inside the kitchen to acknowledge his mother. I wasn't surprised to see that he was extremely handsome just as his brothers were. The shade of his skin was lighter than Mason's but much darker than Michael's. All of them appeared to be very close in age and had similar medium-build physiques. Marlon didn't have as much facial hair as Mason but did have a small thin mustache that enhanced him nicely. Marlon's jaw and chin were chiseled, and his stare was the hardest for me to read. Even when Michael wore impassive looks, I could at least decipher his curiosity. With Marlon, I couldn't decode a thing in his eyes. When I smiled and introduced myself, Marlon merely nodded once and disappeared upstairs. I didn't think much of it. In fact, a part of me appreciated the disinterest since I received more than enough attention from his brothers whenever I was in their presence.

Although, I had to admit for most of that week I was wondering where Michael was. Had he finally decided to stop popping up unannounced? Or was that something he only did when I wasn't in his household?

I finally saw him the same day I saw Mason. It was on day five. On the second floor, I left Katherine's side to find the nearest bathroom. She instructed me to cut the corner at the end of the hallway and count two doors on my right. I heeded her directions and turned the corner in time to find Mason leaving the bathroom wearing only a towel loosely draped around his waist.

Mason's drenched body told me that he had just finished showering. Most of his long, wet hair was slicked against the sides of his face while the ends stuck to his chest. Tiny curls managed to stick out here and there. The next things I couldn't help but notice were his broad pecks and firm six pack. He didn't carry an ounce of body fat. I then had a fleeting thought of what Michael might look like underneath the fitted shirts he wore. The eldest son smiled devilishly at me.