Just Good Friends! [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 10

When I woke the next morning, Michael was already awake. I yawn and look to find him as my eyes flutter open. Sunlight poured in the room. I hear light music on near the kitchen area. He comes out with a tray of food for me. He has a happy smile on his face. He shows off what he made me. He hands me a cup of coffee.

"Good morning. Mrs. Jackson!" Michael greets me warmly.

I take the cup of coffee from him. I take a sip. "Well this is a great way to wake up! Thank you so much" I sigh happily. My coffee was perfect. He knew how I liked it.

He sits next to me. "I made you a bagel with cream cheese. And some bacon. I know you do not like to eat a huge breakfast"

"Thank you" I say. "I really do not"

"We can do something here. Or you can go out with your friends. But may I suggest something? For whatever you chose to do for the day?" he questions me.

I nod. "Sure, go ahead" I tell him.

"Please take a guard with you. Now that you're my wife you are in the public eye. They are going to mob you where ever you go" he warns me.

"I am not going anywhere today. I want to stay here with you. It really is not fair that you can't go out right now. You are stuck with me" I say sternly to him.

"I would have the tv on right now. But I am all over the news. I really can't stand that" he mentions to me. "Thank you for sticking with me, Renee."

"This whole thing will blow over once this guy strikes again. And you are safe here with me" I remind him. "Then they will have to see you are clearly innocent."

"I am. But I hope he strikes soon. I hate to say that. I hope no one is hurt badly. This sucks!" he moans as he lays back on the couch.

I spread the cream cheese on my bagel. And take a bite. "It is. But what do you want to do today? We can play tennis outside. It is a nice day out" I say thoughtfully. Trying to think of ways to cheer Michael up.

"But you suck at tennis" he has to remind me. At least that got a smile out of him.

I grin. "See even the more reason that I need to work at it. You can teach me" I giggle.

He shakes his head and laughs. "We tried that" he says with a smile.

"Try, try again" I laugh.

"No no tennis today. I am not in the mood for that" he sighs. "This thing bothers my foot" he complains.

"I bet it does. Soon it will be off you in no time" I promise him.

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I wanted to bring up the kisses. How it felt to kiss him. When he had said wow when we shared our first kiss. I wanted to bring it up. But how do I bring it up since it already happened a lot.

At the wedding. During the interview. How? And how to I say I really hoped that it happened more often? I find myself glancing at his lips while he talked to me and I was pigging out on my breakfast he made for me.

"Is something on your mind Renee? I have a feeling there is something that you want to talk with me about? Is there?" he questions me. His question causes my heart to race faster.

This was it!

I could bring up the kisses.

He asked.

"Well now that you mention it yes there is something that I want to talk to you about Michael" I admit.

He has a serious sexy look as his eyes study my face. "Go for it" I take a deep breath.

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I feel my cheeks blushing shamefully. I go to speak again. The words did not want to come out.

"I am here! We need to talk! Renee! Michael!" calls out Kendall interrupting the moment.

I sigh feeling flustered.

"We can talk about it later okay?" he whispers to me and places a hand on my knee. I nod.

"Sure" I agree.

I nod. He smiles at me. Kendall enters the room. She sits on the coffee table in front of us. "Let me say first off Michael this blows. Really it does. I mean on your wedding day? I know the wedding is not real, but it could have been a fun day and then it is all ruined. Your memories are now tainted...."

"Kendall, he feels badly enough already. Why not talk about something else?" I pipe up.

"Oh yes. Sorry. I brought magazines. You guys made all the headlines to. Even you Renee!" laughs Kendall as she thrusts one into my hand.

This was the first time I was really starting to feel famous. I was Mrs. Michael Jackson. The wife of the King Of Pop. I snatch the magazine up. Michael places his hand on the magazine before I can open it to read it. He looked a little worried.

"I do not think there is anything good in that. Maybe you should not read it" he worries over me.

I frown. "I do not care what it says in there Michael! I can handle it. I am a big girl." I remind him. I snatch the US Magazine away from under his hand.

"Do not say I did not warn you" he sighs. "Kendall why did you have to bring those here? You know it will up set Renee" he warns her. "she can't handle the pressure. I can. Just leave these with me. Leave Renee out of all this" he snaps at Kendall.

"I can handle it thank you" I snap at him feeling defensive now.

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I grab the whole stack of magazines that were on the table. Then grab my cup of coffee and head to his office upstairs. I sit down at his desk after I had turned on the light in his office there.

I sit down in the chair. Set my coffee down. I grab the first magazine. The headline on Star read "Wacko Jacko Weds" The whole article was trashing Michael.

Then I get to me. It basically says that I was marrying Michael to cover up for him. And that I was just as guilty as he was. That I was doing this to gain fame. And that Michael was going to pay me off.

Another one said the same thing about Michael. But that Michael had tricked me into marriage. That some close friend of mine had claimed I was a sweet innocent girl who was over looking things.

I glance down at the name of the person who claimed to know me. Actually, I did kind of know them. It was a girl from my high school. Margo Shepler. We were never friends. Margo was a head cheerleader. And she was always teasing me in school. She made my life hell. And now she was claiming we were best friends in high school? God, no.

I shake my head as I go to read the next one. Basically, in these I was a low life gold digger who was desperate to clear up Michael's crimes. That was not the real truth. I hated this.

Tears come to me as I feel the hate filled words start to pick at my heart. I would never marry Michael for money, Or for fame. Little did they know I loved him with all my heart. They were right though he did not love me. Not in the way I longed for him to.

Tears splatter on my cheek thinking of the fact that Michael was never ever going to love me.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I glance up to see Michael looking down at me with concern. I brush away the tears. He takes the magazines away from me. Then helps me out of the chair. He pulls me in his embrace. I say not a word as I feel my arms steal around his middle. I enjoy the comfort his hug was bringing.

"I warned you Renee. They are doing all they can to tare you apart along with me. I told you. Do not listen to them or the lies" he says to me sternly as he pulls me back.

"Not a single magazine told any truth. They hate you. They think that I am a gold digger" I bitterly sniff back tears.

He smiles at me. "We both know you are not a gold digger baby. They want an exclusive from me. So, they think if they reap lies about me then I will call them and talk for the highest price. I am not going to stoop down to their level and you can't either!" he reminds me.

I nod. "I won't ever do that. I am sorry I did let it get to me. I hate it that everyone thinks so badly of you. I know it is all a lie. I do not understand why they get joy out of hurting you" I sigh. He kisses me on the forehead.

"It is my battle. Not yours" he reminds me.

I take his hand with his wedding band on it. "For better or worse" I remind him. "I did take a vow" I tease.

"But it is not real" he laughs.

I grin. "So,what? You are my best friend. And I am going to look out for you. Like you always have for me. Like it or not" He looks happy for once.

He grins. He is looking at my lips. I can't help but long for another kiss to. I wondered if that was what was on his mind. His head leans closer to me. My heart thumps faster. I wanted this so much I could taste it.

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"There you guys are! Everything okay in here?" Kendall asks as she joins us. I feel myself pull away from his embrace. Though I really did not want to. "What was in those magazines? You two looked startled" she laughs as she sees us.

I am blushing. "I was upset about them yes, Michael was telling me to ignore it all" I softly tell her. I could not look at Michael right now. We almost kissed and we did not have to. And it was not forced. So, what was going on between us??

"That is good advice. Did he explain they are trying to get a rise out of him so that he will allow them to interview him?" she asks me.

I cross my arms and move away from Michael feeling a sudden shyness come over me. "Yes, he told me that" I sigh.

"Listen Kendall can you go to the office for me. The music studio because I can't? Can you get my day planner?" he asks Kendall.

"Sure, and anything else while I am out?" she wants to know.

"No that is it Kendall" he tells her once she is gone, he makes his way to my side.

He pulls me back in his arms. "Now, where were we?" he jokes. My face flushes. He was serious?? His lips smash to mine. Weakly I crumble in his arms feeling a rush of joy and confusion all at once.

I pull apart. "Michael what is going on with us? We do not have to put on a show right now" I laugh.

"Did I read it wrong? Or did you want to kiss me?" he asks looking confused.

I nod feeling ultra-shy. "I do. I did want to kiss you" I admit.

He chuckles. "So, what is the problem?" he wants to know.

"Michael, what does this mean for us?" I say feeling so many things at once right now.

"I would like to see where this is going between us. I never noticed before but Renee we have a real connection here. What do you say? How about you start dating your husband?" he asks me in the most serious tone.

I grin. "You mean that? Really?" I ask.

He grins. "Of course, I do. If you want to" he offers.

"I do want to" I agree. "I really do" I laugh happily. He leans in kissing me again. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close to me. Finally, things were looking up.

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