Just Good Friends! [Michael Jackson]

His lips inch closer to hers. He stares deeply into her chocolate brown eyes. Her mouth waters. Moving, inching closer to her heart's desire there he was. Finally. Heart to heart. Her cheeks freshly flushed with romantic notions. He was everything she dreamt of. Lips meet. Hands tangled in hair. Soft curls. Tousling in between fingertips. He was all she ever wanted. "Renee?" I gasp feeling a bit startled with him standing there in front of me. I close my lap top quickly as I pause on what I had been writing. "Sorry, Michael what did you need?" I ask as I place my glasses back up over the bridge of my nose. His eyes smiled at me. He wrinkles his nose as he tried to figure out what I had been up to. "Renee you seemed to be a million miles away just now. What is going on?" Michael asks me as he sits down beside me on the set we were at. I sigh. I really did not want to tell my best friend I was working on a romance novel. "Nothing. I was into a project I was writing okay?" I mutter. "I know you write Renee. When are you ever going to share what you write with your best friend?" he questions me. I feel a blush rise to my cheek bones. "Michael my stuff really is not very good at all. It is not ready for publishers. So there for it is not ready for the world. And not for you either!" I chuckle. I was never going to let him read what I wrote about. I turn my lap top off after I save my work, I toss my lap top into my book bag. Away from Michael. Far away. "I really would love to read anything you have. I know you are a brilliant writer" he argues. "Come on!" he begs me. "Michael no! I do not want to share my work! Can we drop it please?" I beg of him. "Fine. I guess you do not trust me" he mutters. I place a hand on his arm. "I really do not want to show my work to anyone yet. Do you understand? You hate to show your work unless it is finished" I remind him. "Please understand. Maybe one day I will feel confident to show off my work. And when I do then I will be sure to show you" I tell him. He smiles. "You better!" he mutters. He smirks. "What did you want? Did you need me to do something?" I ask him. ♥☆♥☆♥ I work for Michael Jackson. Yes, you know who. King of Pop. I used to go to school with Michael when he attended a private school here in California. Back when he was in the Jackson 5 group. Then when I had money issues, he hired me to work along side of him. He always looked out for me. He was my best friend in every sense of the word. I did not have a great life growing up. My father was a work-holic. We were fairly well off. My mother was a druggy. When father was not home, she was always wasting our money and partying. She often got frustrated with me and would hit me. Father never really knew she was abusive to me. When I turned eighteen, I fled from there. Michael would not allow me to try to make it on my own. He allowed me to stay on the grounds of Neverland when he bought the ranch. In a private wing there. I would never accept charity, but I did accept a job offer from him. He trusted me to be his personal assistant. I ran errands for him. Email were sent for him. I did whatever he needed me to do. He looked out for me and I looked out for him to. There was only one problem with all of it. I was in love with the man. I had since the day I met him in school. I helped him find his class. We hit it off right away. He was really shy when I first met him. But once we got to know one another he really opened up to me. And I to him. "Michael when are you going to take me on that date you mentioned?" a pretty little extra from this new video we were shooting comes up to him. "You did promise that you would take me out on the town tonight while I am in California" whimpers the skinny little super model. She was pretty. She was as tall as Michael. She had long flowing perfect black hair. That rested in the middle of her back. Mine well mine was tossed up into a comfortable bun. My curly brown hair never did anything right. Besides that, I was wearing a cozy Betty Boop tee shirt. With Bimbo beside her. They were in outer space. Michael had bought me the shirt for my last birthday. He knew I loved Betty. I felt a little frumpy next to this beauty that was near Michael. Shame in my appearance hits me like a ton of bricks. I try to brush it aside. She had on a slinky little black dress on. And tall boots that went up to her knees. I could not compare to this girl. I was not going to bother trying. ♥☆♥☆♥ "Cindy, I will be more than happy to take you out tonight on the town. How about eight tonight?" he asks her. She beams looking pleased. She nods. She hugs his neck. Then kisses his lips. "I gave you my room number. I am over at the Holiday Inn" she reminds him. "See you then Mike" she vows. She blows him a kiss before she wanders away. "Guess you have plans" I mutter to Michael as he watches her walk away. "I better pick what I want to make for dinner. Do you need me out of Neverland for the night?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "No Renee. Neverland is your home to. Stay okay? I will end up at her place I am sure" he laughs. "Casanova" I huff. I smile his way. "You will always be my best girl" he jokes as he touches my cheek with his hand. "Renee! There you are! I was hoping to catch you before you went home!" Toby Olsen says as he joins us. Toby was a geeky tech nerd that worked on the cameras here on the studio set. "Hey Toby, what can I do for you?" I ask him. He blushes as I look at him. "I was hoping that I might be able to take you out on a date tonight?" he blurts out. Michael grins happy that I was asked out. Humiliation flames in my cheeks. Toby was the last person in the world that I wanted to ask me out on a date. "Toby thanks. I am so, um thrilled that you asked me out. I am. Really. But I can't" I mutter. "You can't? You had no plans but to..." Michael begins to say. I shoot him a dirty look. "I have plans! I am really sorry Toby, but I can't make it tonight. Or ever" I say as I rush away from them. ♥☆♥☆♥ Tears water in my eyes. I was never ever going to have the one real man I wanted. He was untouchable to me. Michael never felt the same way as I did about him. Nor was he going to feel that way about me. I had to start dating someone like Toby. Otherwise I was going to be that geeky little girl who was hung up on her best friend and be a loner forever. "Hey! Hey what was that about back there?" Michael grabs my hand stopping me from leaving. He twirls me around to face him. "What was what?" I mutter. "You had no plans. Toby is a good man. Why not take a chance on him?" he asks me. He looks worried as his eyes stare into mine. "Michael, we talked about this before. I am not dating material. We both know it. After seeing what my parents did to one another I knew I did not ever want to get tied down and ruin someone else's life. I can't do that to them" I mutter. "You are nothing like them Renee! You are not. You have a lot to offer a man. You should give him a chance" he argues with me. He pulls me in his arms for a hug. "You are a great girl" Just not right for you... "I will be fine. Really. Toby is not for me" I mutter. ♥☆♥☆♥ I leave. I get home to Neverland. I just wanted to veg out. Do nothing. Stay home. Not think about Michael and that bimbo he was taking out on the town tonight. Who knew what they were going to be doing. I make a microwave meal for myself. Then I get out the movie "The Lady And The Tramp" it was a favorite of mine. Then I snuggle down on the huge fancy couch to have my meal. I click play as I begin to dig into my meal. I grab a soda from the fridge. A coke. I forgot a drink. As I do Michael comes in. "You better hurry or you will be late for that date Mike, it is getting close to eight now" I warn him. I head into the living room. He follows after me. He turns off the move after he takes the remote from me. "We are not done talking Renee" he argues. "Michael please. You better go" I tease a warning to him. "Hey, I already cancelled on her, before she left the movie lot" he announces. I blink feeling surprised by that move. "I am fine. Go on that date. There is no reason to stay here and worry about me" I laugh. "Why you are serious" I sigh. "Yes, I am. Renee, it is not good that you compare yourself to them. You are nothing like them and will never be! You have a lot to offer a man!" he tells me. Little did he know I really did not. The one man I wanted was not interested... ♥☆♥☆♥ "Look it is not that" I sigh. Trying to think of something to tell him so he would stop worrying over my love life. I really did not need him focusing on hooking me up with men that I had no interest in. "What is it then?" he asks me. "I think Toby is a dork" I blurt out. He begins to laugh. He nods. "Toby is a good guy, but you are right. He is a dork! Promise me if someone comes along then you will give them a chance and actually date?" he asks me. His arm draped near my shoulder. I nod. "If I find someone worthy of my time" I tease. He laughs. "I worry about you" "You really need to stop doing that bro. I can handle myself" I point out. "There is a perfect person out there for all of us. We have to find them. You will find yours" he mentions thoughtfully. His perfect chocolate brown eyes stare into mine. Little did he know my perfect person was looking right at me. But he would never know. Not if I had anything to say about it. ♡♪♬♪♡♪♬♪♡♪♬♪♡♪♬♪♡