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The Intern- Masterlist
In which intern Dr. Anissa Love meets her idol Michael Jackson, and they alter each others lives forever.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
HAPPY OFF THE WALL DAY ˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞
what if i told y’all that next chapter Anissa is giving up the poom poom 😎? (help i’m scared of writing smut😓😔🙄)
The Intern- Chapter 19
ik i said i was quitting but like… idk anymore yall. talk to me in the comments i need feedback 🙏🏽. also eventually im going to go back and edit all of these chapter for grammar and lowkey for better story telling.
Anissa
the next couple of weeks began to get really hectic. first was Sydney, Australia which was beautiful.
Liz and i loved shopping around before shows and taking pictures of the city, with Bill of course to accompany us.
the town might as well have been named Michael with the amount of times i heard his name on the streets. fans were so excited since it was his first time coming to Australia to perform.
the shows were electric, and it wasn’t as brutal as Melbourne so i was actually able to watch Michael in all of his glory up there having the time of his life.
i was still trying to stay out of the way as much as possible to keep the peace between him and his manager because i didn’t want them to fight. Michael of course hated that Frank told me to stay away from him, but honestly it wasn’t just Frank who put that idea in my head- i didn’t want to distract him in the first place.
it also didn’t help that i was beginning to be recognized by my fellow Moonwalkers because of Disneyland and all of the hospital visits. everyone that i talked to in the crowds when i wasn’t helping patients were very friendly and bought me to the conclusion that the press were the messy ones, not the fans.
plus i stuck out like a sore thumb around all of these incredibly talented people, and i was incredibly shy and awkward.
on top of that, Vanessa informed me that my dad’s condition was getting worse and that his medical bills were stacking up. i felt helpless knowing that i couldn’t do anything.
i know he disowned me, but the thought of my two old folks at home barely making it sickened me.
of course when i tried calling no one picked up.
with the pressure of that on my heart and trying to not miss Michael, i had gotten really close to my fellow medics and the stage crew. i never realized how much work went into the production of these shows.
each of these guys were so intricate in their craft which it reminded me of surgery. Michael was the patient and they were the surgeons.
even though all of this was going on i was still having the time of my life. Liz and i found ourselves dancing during each show when we weren’t with patients and Michael ate it up because it would always laugh into the microphone after looking at us.
and even though he was the busiest man alive Michael still found time to get under my skin. for instance, an interaction i had with Sheryl Crow.
i was walking around aimlessly before the show, trying to find a quiet place to read before someone began to shout my name “Anissa!”
i turned around to see Sheryl Crow, “come over here” she waved towards her and the rest of his band and backup vocalists. oh god.
i turned around and began my stride towards them. “what’s up?” i greeted.
“Michael was just telling us all about you!” this is the second time i’ve heard this. first from Karen Faye at the children’s hospital, and now from Sheryl. “he was?” i was genuinely confused.
“he was telling us all about how much you love him and how your the bestest of friends” she grinned ear to ear. oh i’m about to beat his ass. everyone began to snicker as i smirked, thinking of how i was going to beat him up. “did he now?”
one thing about my man, he knew how to troll. i should’ve known he’d do some shit like this after being ignored for too long because after all he is the most childish person ever.
“he said you’ve been in love with him since you were small, and i would’ve never guessed that because you usually walk right past him when y’all are in the same room”
“well i’m just immune to his charm now” i shrugged as they ate it up. everyone on this damn tour loved to fucking gossip.
next was when i was walking in with Bill and Liz and the show was about to start. Michael was walking to his stage directors and the crew, getting ready to go on and i walked by, genuinely trying not to look because each time i saw him in his stage outfits i wanted to pounce on his ass.
“Anissa!” oh my goodness.
“Anissa come over here!”
i stopped in my tracks and turned to him. he was ethereal, so beautifully dressed and to top it off he had the biggest teasing smile on his face.
“yes Michael?” i called towards him. he lifted his big ass hand and beckoned me over with his finger.
“good luck” Liz grinned as i walked towards Michael.
“yes Michael?” i asked as i approached him, the screams of the fans becoming more and more audible.
“give me a second guys” Michael told the crew. they scattered to find somewhere else to be so Mike and i were alone.
Michael leaned down to talk in my ear “you look beautiful today” i could hear the grin in his voice.
i was wearing jean shorts and a random blouse, with of course my medic jacket. “thank you” i responded simply as heat rushed to my cheeks.
“how long are you going to keep this up?” Michael asked, his voice a little stern. we had been playing cat and mouse for about a few weeks now.
“Michael i’m just trying to keep out of the way and make everyone’s life easier” i justified as he positioned his ear next to my lips.
“this ain’t making my life easier, Tink. i need you by my side” Michael was being serious. i pulled away to see his desperate eyes.
my gorgeous baby.
“focus on the show, okay. we’ll talk more later” i told him before grabbing this glasses from his shirt and sliding them onto his onto his handsome face.
Michael’s seriousness faded as i watched him fight the urge to reach for me. “you’ll be out there dancing f’me?” he asked, biting his lip. “yes sir” nodded, batting my eyelashes at him.
he nodded, his eyes landing on my lips. i reached up and fixed a loose curl, also flattening down stray hairs.
“Michael we gotta get this show on the road!”
“Nissa, we gotta go!”
it was comedic how both statements were back to back. Michael and i both smiled at each other since we were goofy as hell “have fun!” i waved goodbye before turning and jogging towards Ethan, Liz, Olivia, and Tucker.
the next incident was the show after. the show was phenomenal of course. i was so happy after talking to Mike that Tatiana being on stage didn’t even feel like an elephant was sitting on my stomach this time.
everyone knew Tatiana. she was plastered all over newspapers, talk shows, and the news with my man.
Frank loved that shit, but when it came to me i had to remain a secret… it made me think that Michael was right about Frank being full of shit all along, but once again i already felt like i didn’t belong in Michael’s world- so ripping apart his and his managers relationship would only make me feel worse.
at least Michael was mine, publicly or not.
another reason why Tatiana being on stage didn’t bother me is because after she exited the stage Michael came right over to where Liz, Olivia, and i were dancing.
oh lord.
he was so gorgeous tonight in his white t shirt and black plants, jeweled with buckles and belts.
him and those damn hips were gonna be the death of me. i couldn’t believe he had the nerve to tell me that Michael Jackson doesn’t do dirty dancing and then get on tour and put on the sexist performance ever… i couldn’t help but want to be in front of those hips and he rocked them back and forth so effortlessly right in front of me.
i bit my lip to contain my dirty thoughts.
he looked right at me as he sang keeping you satisfied, and drew a silhouette in the air with his hands before humping the air.
fuck.
Liz looked at me knowingly with wide eyes as i bit back a smile. “we got one, get the gurney ready!” Ethan shouted from a few feet away, holding a limp fan.
thank god, because i was this close to jumping on stage and eating Michael up.
the last incident was the last show in Australia. it was very early in the morning, which is why i was confused (and grumpy) when i got a knock on my door at the ass crack of dawn.
i slipped my robe over my arms and tied it around my waist before opening the door. i was met with a delivery man “ello, this is for you maam, seems like someone really loves ya” he had a strong Aussie accent obviously.
“huh?” i was still rubbing my eyes and confused which is why it took me a bit to look down and see that the entire hallway was filled with bouquets roses and lilies as well as tulips.
the bright exotic reds and pinks were beautiful. they went all the way down the hall. all of the commotion of the delivery men placing the flowers down caused the rest of the crew to come out of their rooms and gasp at the sight.
“oh my god, what is going on?” Liz asked after opening her door.
“i- who- what?” i ran my fingers through my coils in confusion. “is there a note?” i asked the man.
he handed me a white card as Karen and Liz gathered around to read it with me.
Anissa,
i know tour has been busying but i hope you are well. i miss you, and i hope you come home to me soon. i’m absolutely crazy for you baby…
Love Eric ;)
how the fuck was my imaginary boyfriend sending me flowers if he didn’t exist?
“whoa” Michael had now come out of his room to investigate all of the hoopla, only there was a large smile on his teasing face. “what’s all this?” he couldn’t even hold back his fucking laughter.
this motherfucker sent the flowers.
“well, Eric is really serious about you” Karen crossed her arms, admiring the flowers. “ugh your gorgeous and you have an awesome boyfriend. i hate you” she rolled her eyes before making her way back to her room.
i couldn’t even react because my mouth was till wide open from the amount of flowers. i turned back to look at Mike to see him with a mischievous grin on his face. he even sent a wink when no one was looking before returning to his room.
“i’m gonna kill him” i said softly so only Liz could hear. Liz snickered “you two crack me up” before returning to her room.
of course that night on stage Michael acted an absolute fool. he was drenched in sweat and grinding against the air and everything he could- and his eyes wouldn’t leave mine.
two could play at this game… and by that i meant i was folding.
i missed him, and even though i wanted to respect Frank, i couldn’t say away anymore.
“would you guys mind if i turned in early tonight? im not feeling well” i hollered over the loud crowd behind us, my eyes not leaving Michael’s who was in the middle of Beat It, and dripping in sweat.
“no not at all, this crowd is pretty calm” Tucker spoke in my ear. “go take care of yourself Nissa” oh i would.
“okay, see y’all later” i felt Michael’s eyes burning into mine as i left to find Bill.
we arrived back at the hotel a few minutes later. “Bill, do you mind if i sleep in Mike’s room tonight?” i stopped him from opening my door.
Bill looked confused “sure? aren’t you two supposed to be into it right now?”
“yep” i popped the p. he smirked and shook his head “you crazy kids” he laughed to himself before pulling out Michael’s key.
i said goodnight to Bill before unleashing my master plan. i took a shower since i still had time because Michael was still on stage.
i then rummaged through his suitcase for something to sleep in and my eyes landed on his worn red flannel shift that i barely buttoned.
i was going to surprise him only wearing his shirt.
after being satisfied with my promiscuous reflection i wondered around his hotel suite that was huge of course.
his sheets smelled of him, something i missed so much over the past few weeks. i knew he would be worried about me leaving in the middle of his show especially because he couldn’t get an answer because he was on stage.
an hour or so after that i heard voices down the halls, signaling that the show was over and they were all returning.
i heard the door open and Michael yapping to someone about changes in the show and other stuff i didn’t bother to understand.
Michael sounded frantic like he wanted to shoo them away, even eventually saying “we can discuss this another time, i’m beat.”
finally the front door closed and the footsteps started to get closer and closer.
Michael opened the door and his eyes landed on me, on his bed in nothing but his flannel. his eyes softened as he let of a sigh of relief “baby are you okay? i heard you weren’t feeling well-“
he wore his big belt and his zip up silver jacket along with his tight pants, a sight i could never get used to, especially all sweaty.
“i’m fine, i’m fine” i bit back my smile. he was so cute when he worried.
“is that my shirt?” he asked, finally assessing the situation, his lips creeping upwards as he slowly walked towards the bed.
“maybe” i shrugged, a smirk making its way onto my face. “thanks for the flowers by the way” i crossed my arms, squinting my eyes at him in disapproval.
Michael laughed softly “mama, you’ve been ignoring me for weeks, i had to do something” he justified getting closer and closer.
“and telling my business to Sheryl Crow?” i asked next, furrowing my eyebrows. he was now standing over me at the edge of the bed.
he wore such a cute smile “well i had to let everyone know that your my girl, that you’ve always been my girl”
i rolled my eyes, but my big ass smile was betraying me. “you’ve been starving me pretty lady, i had to get your attention somehow” he was so slick with the way he talked, it was so sexy.
“don’t try sugar talking me Michael, we’re still beefing” i challenged. Michael grabbed my leg, pulling me so i fell backwards on the bed “oh yeah?” he challenged back as he leaned down, his lips getting closer and closer.
he didn’t even ease into it, his tongue was immediately tangled with mine as he kissed me deeply.
his large warm hands inched up my thighs to rest on my hips, but when he found no fabric there he stiffened faster than a brick wall.
i pulled away, a smirk on my lips. after fucking the air on stage while looking me right in the eye for the past 4 shows, Michael deserved a little teasing.
and since we decided we were going to wait to have sex, he’d be waiting in agony just like i’ve been the past couple of weeks.
“baby, where are your panties?” he looked scared almost.
i shrugged “i guess i lost em.”
he melted right then and there “Nissa, baby” he whined softly as my hands started on his stomach and traveled down slowly. i got lower, and lower until i reached his belt.
Michael’s kisses began on my jaw as he let his big hands massage my bare hips “so soft babygirl” he murmured. “missed you so damn much” he confessed against my neck “not letting you leave me again.”
i was in deep now. “w-we need to lay down some rules baby” i tried to speak and ignore his warm hands all over me.
i could feel him smirking, proud of himself for making me so vulnerable. “talk to me baby, anything you want” he told me to continue.
“you can’t be all over me while we’re around others, a-and you can’t look at me the way you do or else we’ll get caught” i established as he began to suck on my neck, licking a biting softly. i moaned softly at this, my all over his body.
“deal” he agreed.
“a-and they can only think we’re bestfriends, that’s it.”
“okay, bestfriends” Michael breathed, his tongue moving up and down my throat.
“i’m serious Mikey, if you don’t behave, i go back to ignoring you” i tried to argue as he settled his hips between my legs.
“i’ll behave Nissa, i promise” his voice was so hypnotizingly soft, he could’ve talked me off of a dame bridge. “just let me kiss on you tonight.”
… and i shut my ass up because there was nothing my body wanted more them him.
guys I’m not ready for Michael summer to end like I’m actually so sad 😞 it’s okay though i can bump threatened and thriller all fall to cope
build the fucking time machine 😭
now what if i said that i’m quitting The Intern 😴 i lowkey don’t have the motivation anymore and i enjoy reading more than writing 🤦🏽♀️
i need to get off sad mjtt cause wtf?
the problem is they’re right!
he’ll be haunting the narrative forever, i don’t think he’ll ever fade
everything leads back to him
He's so beautiful 💕
Bad + Outro
Live in Wembley, July 16th, 1988 · BAD Tour
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they’re burning me onto a CD tomorrow
The Intern- Chapter 18
Mike is being a little bit stubborn but period he don’t play about Anissa. anyways yall, im tired. this is barely proof read btw.
next chapter
Anissa
i was in serious need of a pep talk, or some motivation, or something… anything.
last night after i got out of the shower Michael and i passed out around 2 am. it was a beautiful night full of us laughing together, and full of his affections of course.
when i woke up in the morning he was gone, and i was immediately upset again. i would have to be sharing my man with a bunch of motherfuckers who doesn’t even know he’s MY man!
the cherry on top was when Frank briefed Lizzy and i over the phone.
“you won’t be needed at the stadium until a few hours before the show, so your free to explore the town and whatever else you’d like. and Anissa, please try and stay away from Michael, he’s already impossible when it comes to you, don’t make it harder then it has to be” we both sat there with the phone on speaker.
as if i wasn’t already depressed enough, now i would have to stay away from Michael period if it wasn’t medical.
“okay” i agreed as i hugged the pillow that Michael had slept on just last night.
the phone call ended and Lizzy looked at me with a frown. “Annie i’m sorry. this sucks so bad.”
my throat began to close up, and my cheeks temperature began to resemble the sun. i was about to cry… again. all i did was cry.
“Annie are you-“ she was cut off by me falling over onto my side and balling my eyes out into Michael’s pillow that still smelled like his hair.
“Anissa! i’m sick of this!” Liz raised her voice as she got up from the bed, standing over me. this took me by surprise because Lizzy and i had never yelled at each other.
my sobs quieted and i looked at her as she crossed her arms and. her face oozed of frustration and disappointment “all you do is cry over Michael!” she argued.
“what am i supposed to do Liz! i can’t even be with the man i love!” i whaled, sitting up and facing her.
she rolled her eyes “boohoo! at least you have the man of your dreams! at least you get to travel the world and work for him!” she pointed out.
i sniffled as i held the pillow a little tighter “what are you saying?” i asked, still confused on what this was about.
“what im saying is that yes, he’s the best, the greatest even, and yes he’s the Michael Jackson, but has he ever held a beating heart in his hands? has he ever performed cpr for 30 minutes straight because the lights went out at the hospital?”
god i remembered that day. the hospital has a shortage and a 65- year old man began to die without our machines to keep his heart beating, and i had to do CPR for 30 minutes straight while they repaired the electricity.
“has he ever dug a bullet out of someone, or cut cancer out, or repaired someone’s ACL?”
well when she described me like that i sounded awesome.
“was he the captain of the majorettes at Southern University or the valedictorian?” she teased, knowing that i hated telling people about that. i chuckled through my tears at her elite knowledge about me.
she sat next to me and took my hand into hers “i know your afraid to lose him throughout all of this, but you’ve been through so much more than this. your not just any women Dr. Anissa Lilly Love, your a bad bitch!” she emphasized making me shine a genuine smile.
“Michael Jackson’s bad, but your badder.”
thank goodness for my bestfriend. she was right. this was the cards i was dealt, and i was way luckier than others.
“let’s get you dressed up to make Michael bark a little” she pulled me from the bed.
i got dressed in blue jeans and a black top that squeezed my petite frame, along with some black heels that showed off my pedicure.
i slid Michael’s Rayband shades on that i hadn’t given back, and i put on my reddest lipstick. i felt confident, and excited to practice medicine again tonight on Michael’s eager fans.
a knock came at the door before Bill let himself in “you girls ready? show time is in a few hours, and i was thinking you could introduce yourselves to the crew.”
“yeah, we’re ready Bill, thank you” i smiled at him.
the drive to the stadium wasn’t long at all. we pulled through a back exit and past the sea of fans who were already starting to line up for barricade seats.
i held Liz’s hand because she was my comfort person, and because i was still nervous to see Michael even though i was trying on confidence today.
there were a lot of people everywhere. a lot of people with walkie talkies and headsets who seemed very serious scrabbled through the halls preparing for the show.
Bill seemed to know his way around since he had been in a lot of places like this with Michael for the tours in the past.
finally we made it to an area with a bunch of beds and IV carts that resembled a small hospital, and i finally felt like i belonged somewhere.
there were three people, 2 guys and one girl who were wearing jackets that said MEDIC on the back in large letters. they were talking, not really busy since the show hadn’t started yet.
“hey! you must be our new bosses!” the girl greeted first. she seem really ecstatic. she wore glasses and had a fair skin complexion, along with brown curly hair.
“i’m Olivia, and this is Ethan and Tucker, we’re the medics” she introduced. the other two smiled and waved kindly.
Tucker was tall and dark skinned with brown eyes and a lot of hair, and Ethan was white and tall as well. both seemed to have a lot of muscle which made sense since they had to lift fans over the barricade a lot to get them to safety.
“hi, i’m Anissa, that’s Liz” i shook their hands. “so is the job a lot of work?” i asked to make conversation.
“nah, not really” Tucker described “the only part that sucks is when they get hysterical and start kicking and screaming.”
i nodded, “that should be fun” Liz laughed as we sat on one of the patient beds.
“the fans rarely ever get seriously injured except last time in Japan when a girl got cramped in the crowd and her leg ended up slashed open” Ethan explained “she bled out a lot because we werent prepared to stitch up a womb that deep and the traffic was awful because everyone was leaving the concert”
“we ended up having to airlift her, and it upset the big man in charge so he decided we needed some more experience down here just in case” so that’s what happened to make Michael hire Liz and i.
“well i’m glad to be here and help” i smiled kindly.
“i also hear that your Michael’s personal doctor” Tucker said. “how did you land that gig?”
i blushed at the topic as i tried to contain myself “well Liz and i are both from Cali. we were interning there and that’s where i met Michael. we became friends, and he asked me to join him on tour” i explained.
“what’s he like?” Olivia looked at me wide eyed. “i’ve only ever spoke to him in passing! he’s so dreamy!” she cooed. Liz cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the laugh brewing.
i bit my lip “he’s very kind” i kept it short and sweet. i wasn’t threatened by Olivia’s comment about Michael, because it looked like she really admired him rather than her wanting to fuck him.
“i think it’s about time the show starts,” by the time we had got done talking the sun was beginning to set, the crowd had now entered the stadium.
they were very exited by the sounds of it.
“every time before the show we usually watch him do his preshow mantra. he includes everyone including us.”
oh fuck. the thought of seeing Michael in his tour outfit and having to stay calm like he was just my friend was mind boggling.
he’s bad, i’m badder… i’ve got this.
“alright lead the way” i forced a grin.
we made our way towards the main stage, and the people that we saw frantically working were now working like hungry squirrels cracking open nuts… and they were going nuts at the same time.
they had amped up the speed and franticallity.
as we got closer i recognized the soft voice i loved all too much. a bunch of people who looked way too cool to be around me, dressed like literal rockstars, gathered in a circle hand in hand as us medics and Bill approached.
Michael thanked them, and prayed over them gracefully. when he looked up from his prayer his eyes locked eyes with me as if he could feel my presence.
only he didn’t look away…
his eyes would never fell to amaze me.
Michael’s eyes scanned my body for far too long, long enough that if Frank were here he’d loudly clear his throat to make Michael lock back in.
and that’s also when everyone followed his gaze and turned to look at the group of us medics.
oh god Mike, please say something!
“Ethan, Olivia, Tucker, Liz, Annie, come join us! please” Michael insisted. everyone turned to us and i immediately felt like i wanted to throw up.
we scurried into the circle as everyone made space and unlocked hands for us to join. there was no way in hell i was going over there and standing next to him to hold his hand.
i could feel his eyes on me and i purposely avoided them, squeezing Liz’s hand hard for security.
this was like an intense version of cat and mouse, only i wasn’t as smart as Jerry, i was extremely horny, and shy, and nervous, and he was extremely sexy, and every everything i ever wanted.
“this is Dr. Anissa Love, and that’s Dr. Elizabeth Tatum, they are the head of the medics but you can also go to them if you have any concerns about your health or ability to perform” Michael told them and they all nodded, “they are very skilled and kind, so do be afraid.”
i smiled at everyone and nodded kindly, once again avoiding Michael’s eyes.
i zoned out the rest of the mantra, and by the time i zoned back in they were walking out to the stage. finally now that Michael was distracted and busy with last minute wardrobe and a bunch of other stuff that looked overstimulating, i could stare at him.
Michael was in black pants, a silver zip up and of course there were countless belts and buckles all over him. he oozed of the natural cool aura he had about him, but this time with confidence, and perfection.
this was my first seeing my boyfriend in his element, in his zone. he was so gorgeous, and honestly there wasn’t a word enough to describe him.
he locked eyes with me once again, and i immediately looked away. thank god Tucker was at my side “hey, got you one of these” he held up a red jacket that red MEDIC. “thank you, you ready to do this?” i asked, my confidence also building off of Michael’s.
“oh yeah” he nodded also confident, giving me a high five as we walked towards the crowd.
there was a good space between the stage and the barricades, and a lot of security but i expected nothing less because i knew Michael didn’t play about his fans and their safety.
“you girls don’t have to be so close by the crowd, Tucker and i will work with security to spot fans in trouble and bring them to you, you guys just have the gurneys ready,” Ethan explained.
Liz and i nodded, as went to stand by the end of the stage that led back to the medics room. we could look up and see Michael on the stage, which would be awesome but very distracting.
the lights dimmed, and the crowd that seemed chill began to absolutely fucking lose it. my heart dropped at the overwhelming about of people who could get hurt “Anissa, if we could handle all those pileups, thanksgivings, and 4th of july’s we can handle this” Liz assured in my ear, because that was the only way i would hear her over the crowd.
i breathed in, and my dads words of discouragement and hatred played in my head… oh god not now.
he thought i was nothing.
he thought i was a failure.
both of my parents hated me and i had failed them. how was i supposed to do this?
Wanna Be Starting Something began.
Michael came into view in his outfit along with a leather jacket with even more buckles on it, and his shades.
he was awesome.
i blinked away my thoughts about my dad as i focused on my ace, Michael. he was electric, and the crowd was louder than ever.
i couldn’t fight the smile on my lips as he began to sing, and all of my doubts about myself disappeared just like they did when i would turn on Thriller after arguing with my dad while in med school, or when i would turn on Off The Wall when my dad was on my ass in college.
“serving it up hot!” Tucker was already coming through with the first person who fainted limp over his shoulder. oh lord.
by the time we were done getting an IV in the first patient we sent her home because she was still a little drowsy.
we got back to the stage Michael was singing Another Part Of Me. i could heard his voice vibrating the stage almost, and he sounded perfect.
he was dancing like it was easier than breathing… and moving his lips hypnotically. his hand trailed down his body to his crotch and he twirled his hips in circles, and i was drooling pretty much.
he looked like he was having so much fun, drenched in sweat and dancing his ass off. Michael locked eyes with me as he pranced around the stage, eventually landing next to Liz, Olivia, and i.
i couldn’t wipe the smirk from my face as i bit the inside of my cheek, my eyes never leaving his. he sang to the crowed, but i couldn’t help but feel taunted by his rocking hips and crotch grabbing right next to me.
this was going to be a long night.
by the end of the show i had seen bits a pieces of Michael’s show, but it was enough to feed me again from the Victory Tour. i was now properly fed and also aware of who my boyfriend was.
i wasn’t that i didn’t know that Michael was Michael Jackson, it was more like a wake up call that my man was him. i hadn’t seen him in action since we had met, and now i was fully convinced that i and dreamt the whole thing because what had i done to deserve him?
in total 20 people fainted and 1 girl had a sprained ankle from someone stepping on it. i had wrapped her up and sent her to the hospital for x-rays in case and sent the others home.
i felt satisfied seeing the empty room that i had a bunch of people babbling on about Michael as they went i and out of consciousness just a few hours ago.
“you worked hard today” i turned around to see Bill. i smiled shyly “yeah, but im glad everyone is taken care of.”
“come on, let’s head out, Liz’s already waiting” he nodded.
Michael had already left as soon as the show ended. i was eager to check on him when we got back to the hotel and make sure he ate dinner and drank enough water instead of him just having a glass of orange juice before bed like he usually did if no one intervened.
“he didn’t want to leave you” Bill spoke up, snapping me from my thoughts as Liz and i walked through the hall with him.
“huh?” i asked, confused on the topic.
Bill lowered his voice since the stadium wasn’t completely empty yet “Michael didn’t want to leave until he made sure you were okay, it took a lot to get him in the car.”
i frowned at the thought of an extremely exhausted Michael still worrying about me… he was such a good boyfriend.
“well we’d better get back to the hotel fast then” i smiled to Bill as he nodded, smiling back at me.
i was ready to take the longest shower ever and read until about 2 am. “goodnight guys. i had an awesome first day” i yawned. “i should go check on Michael and make sure he’s okay.”
“have a good night guys, and good job” Ethan grinned as we all exchanged high fives.
“we make a great team” Olivia grinned, but i could see she was exhausted, rightfully so since we had been running back and forth all night.
everyone retreated to their rooms and i knocked on Michael’s door. the door opened revealing Karen “Anissa! come to check on your patient?” she asked, crossing her arms. “yep, is he decent?” i asked.
she nodded and let me in, stepping aside so i could enter. there were a few people talking to Michael who was still dressed in his stage outfit about god knows what.
his eyes immediately left theirs and landed on me, still in my medic jacket. the two men he talked to about sounded like scheduling stopped at his loss of focus and looked up at me. “hello” one of them greeted.
“hi, sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt” i waved kindly “how are you feeling, Michael” i tried not to stare but he was manspreading on the couch with those tight pants, what was i supposed to do?!
“i’m okay, im just tired” he told me. i nodded before stepping closed, standing over him and placing my hand on his face and his forehead to make sure he wasn’t running a fever.
his eyes were so tender while looking up at me.
“make sure you eat before you go to bed tonight, okay?” i told him. Michael, nodded sweetly. “and drink plenty of water.”
“goodnight guys” i waved before turning and leaving, shutting the door behind me.
okay, that went well. i was getting okay at being around him while we were hiding.
after a very long shower i was relieved that i could just be in my panties and nothing else while drinking wine and reading.
of course i could do this while Michael was there, but i was so shy being naked around him- so this was a good part of being alone.
i jumped at the change in silence as my phone began to ring. who could possibly know the number of the room i was staying in besides…
“hello?”
“Annie” Michael’s voice was tired, i could hear it oozing from his tongue as soon as he called out for me.
“Michael? what are you still doing up?” i sat up, hugging my naked chest as the fan above the bed blew on me.
“i can’t sleep” he admitted, “not without talking to you first. i hate that we were barely able to talk today” Michael sighed.
my chest began to ache at the need in his voice. Liz was right about me being a cry baby, but how could i not be when i had such a good boyfriend? he most certainly wasn’t okay with this distance between us either.
“i’m right here Mikey” i whispered into the phone. “are you in bed?” i asked as i laid back against the pillows.
“yeah, i am” he replied “i miss you so much mama.” it took my mind, body, and soul not to get up and run over to his room, especially when he sounded so sweet.
“it’s okay angel, i’m here, i was next to you the whole night you know?” i chuckled sadly. “and you were absolutely hypnotic up there Michael” i complimented.
“i wish you could’ve seen the whole thing” i could hear his blushing smile.
“your the one who hired me, so i have to work Mikey, sorry” i teased. “i know, i know” he admitted. “how did your first day go?” he asked, curious peaking his tone.
“i sent about 20 of your fans home, and one to the hospital” i summarized, playing with the phone chord.
“the hospital? what happened?” Michael began to worry. “just a sprained ankle” i assured “i took care of it, it’s okay.”
“good. god, i was so worried with you down there, it was hard to focus without looking to make sure you were okay” Michael expressed. he was such a worrier, a true helicopter boyfriend.
i smiled warmly at his worry “Michael i can take care of myself, please focus on performing” i told him. “and i did see bits of you up there, you were… incredibly sexy” i admitted, the wine was clearly getting to me.
Michael’s tired boyish laugh erupted “you think so?” he teased.
“i know so.”
“so were you mama. i loved the red lipstick, you look beautiful in red” he flirted. “wait until you find out what color underwear im wearing..”
i heard his breathing hitch over the phone “Anissa” he breathed “i already miss you too much baby, please don’t tease me” he begged.
“you think i don’t miss you after watching you grab your dick all night on stage?” i shot back playfully, making him giggle softly “watch your mouth Tink” he reprimanded me softly.
“m’ sorry” i mumbled.
“it’s okay baby… i just wish we could’ve talked more. you know it’s okay for us to be friendly, right?” he pointed out.
“is it? i heard different” i didn’t want to start drama, but Frank did tell me to stay away from Mike just that morning.
“what do you mean?”
“well um… don’t do anything rash, but Frank told me i have to stay away from you. that’s why i didn’t say anything to you… and also you were really hot and i didn’t want to stumble over my words or look or sound like an idiot-“
“wait a minute, Frank said you had to stay away from me?” Michael sounded thin on patience.
“he told me that this morning…”
all i could hear was heavy breathing on the other end for a few seconds “i’ll call you back Annie.”
“whoa, whoa! please calm down Michael-“
“no” he was so calm even mid crash out. “im sick of this. i’m sick of the control, and im sick of the games. what right does he have to go behind my back and tell my girlfriend-“
“Michael it’s for the best” i sighed, now equally as frustrated as him. “what? how could you say that?” he sounded hurt by my words.
“Michael you just admitted that it was hard for you to focus on stage because you were worried about me, and we both know i’m an absolute mess when it comes to being around you and people can see that. they’ll catch on” i explained.
“but i didn’t bring you here to be away from me Anissa, that’s the opposite of what i want” he countered, his voice still calm but wreaking of frustration.
“i understand Michael, but i should keep my distance from you” i stood ten toes down on my stance. he let out a deep sigh, clearly stressed “okay well i refuse.”
“refuse what?” i squinted my eyes in confusion.
“i refuse to stay away from you” this man was about to make this impossible.
“good luck Michael, because i’ll be avoiding you” i laughed at his stubbornness. “i see your eager to play, but your not gonna win this game Anissa” Michael had that mischievous sound to him.
“this isn’t a game Michael! your trying to get me killed by your manager” i complained.
“i think your forgetting something” he started, his voice low “you don’t work for Frank, you work for me.”
The Intern- Chapter 17
okay yall, so the dates ofc aren’t going to be the exact same, but it won’t be too noticeable unless your a bad tour nerd lol. i was going to do smut at the end but i lowkey felt guilty about it. gonna have to build more confidence to do this 🤦🏽♀️.
next chapter
Annie
today was halloween and the last day before the next leg of tour started. yesterday Michael made a grand entrance into Melbourne while Liz and i drove straight to the hotel with Bill.
later on that evening Michael was here, there, and everywhere before coming home to me- even though i had already fallen asleep.
i only remember the bed dipping “Minnie?” Michael’s voice called out before he wrapped his cold body around me.
Melbourne was cold now that we were nearing winter. “your home” i mumbled, caressing his soft face. he looked like heaven “missed your handsome face.”
“i missed you too” his voice oozed of longing. i felt his gentle kisses on my lips and jaw and i passed back out after that.
now it was 8 am and Michael was the one passed out. my head was on his chest and his hands were tangled in my damn hair which explains why i always woke up looking like i was electrocuted.
i had the most diabolical plan since we’d be visiting the children’s hospital to give out candy later.
i wiggled my way out of Michael’s arms slowly, which was truly a mission because he was a VERY light sleeper, and he tended to hold me like i would float away if he let go.
i guess in this case he was right since i was actively sneaking from beneath him.
once i freed myself i turned to look at the masterpiece before me. Michael with half of the covers off of him in his matching Mickey Mouse pajamas that he bought from Disneyland.
he laid on his back, his arms still in position as if they were on my lower back. his top had ridden up as revealed his gorgeous and firm stomach along with that damn v-line.
it was hard making the decision to sneak out with Liz instead of laying with my man and kissing all over his fine self.
i quickly and quietly brushed my teeth and did a little something with my hair before sliding into my jeans and a long sleeve. of course no outfit was complete without my M necklace that Michael had gifted me.
next i snuck back past him and out of our bedroom. i bumped into Bill on the way out of the hotel room who looked like he was going to wake Michael for the day “morning Anissa, going somewhere?” Bill asked.
“no” i lied with a playful smile as Lizzy exited her room that was right next to Mike and i’s. “who’s ready to go on a super secret mission?!” she cheered.
“me!” i screeched jumping up and down. i turned back to Bill who looked confused “can you just do me a huge favor and don’t tell Mike i’m gone?”
“Anissa your going to get me chastised” Bill basically pleaded with me making me laugh. it was common knowledge that Michael was a bit of a helicopter boyfriend, which i loved, but it made surprising him super hard.
“i’m with Liz, i’ll be fine, we won’t be gone for more than an hour and we’ll stay close” i promised, placing both hands on Bill’s shoulders.
Bill sighed “can you at least tell me where you’re going? for my peace of mind?”
“the costume store. it’s like 3 blocks away” i assured him. Bill nodded “alright, i’ll keep your secret”
“yay! thank you my ginger delight!” i cheered making him smile “come on Liz, hurry before hurricane Michael shows up!” i pulled her before running down the hall to the elevator.
Melbourne was the perfect city to be in while it was Halloween. it was gloomy, cold, and a little rainy, and plus the beach waves were a nice touch from a distance. all of the street lights had been decorated with little ghost at the top or pumpkins, and there wasn’t a halloween shop not playing Thriller or Monster Mash.
gosh i loved this time of year!
“this is so amazing! i’m so happy i took this opportunity, there’s so much more the world has to offer!” Liz spun around as she admired the gorgeous view.
“i know right! we should definitely take some pictures” i pulled my camera out before snapping some photos.
finally we landed in the costume shop, and immediately i spotted it. my diabolical plan- the Tinker-bell costume.
it was so shiny and the prettiest green, and since i loved green and Michael loved Peter-pan, this seemed like the perfect costume to visit the kids in tonight.
“he’s going to love it” Liz grinned “especially on that body of yours” she winked making me blush.
after trying it on and seeing it on me i knew Michael would love it. i blushed at the thought of his soft voice telling me how beautiful i was.
i still couldn’t believe he was mine sometimes.
Liz went with a cinderella costume, and we were officially ready to visit the kids.
once we got back to the hotel we had a couple of hours before we had to leave to the Children’s hospital. Liz retreated to her room as did i, and when i walked in i knew i was in trouble.
Michael was pacing the room, and Bill was looking guilty. when i walked in Michael’s head snapped towards me “Anissa, where have you been?” Michael immediately closed the gap between us.
“i went… out” i told him as he reached for me.
“you can’t just do that Annie. something could have happened” Michael sighed, worried trembling from his voice.
i wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him “i was with Liz, we didn’t go far dad” i teased as Bill exited the room.
Michael rolled his eyes, clearly irritated “i’m not joking around Anissa” he looked down at me, his voice softening. i dropped my bag with my costume in it and leaned up for a kiss from him.
Michael hugged me closer to his body, kissing me back. “i’m sorry. i was completely safe i promise” i caressed his worried face.
“you were on the news in Japan baby. people know about you, someone could’ve recognized you” Michael frowned. my poor baby was such a worrier, “i know, but no one did. we were in and out baby.”
Michael sighed, pulling me in for a hug. his hand cradled my head as he squeezed me like i would disappear. he rested his head on mine and relaxed into me.
“it’s okay Michael” i promised.
“i know it is because im not letting you out of my sight again” Michael threatened playfully making me giggle. “what did you get anyways?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look at the bag.
“it’s a surprise!” i immediately jumped in front of the bag. Michael swiftly tried to reach for it, a playfully smile creeping onto his face.
i blocked him and grabbed it instead. his eyes closed in on the bag before he tried snatching it again. “Michael!” i whined, but he was already laughing so i knew his competitive ass wouldn’t stop.
next he reached for me instead and i screamed in surprise as he tried to kidnap me. i turn around and ran, but Michael laughed louder of course and slowly walked after me very menacingly.
i screamed in glee and fear as he suddenly began jogging after me. while i still had the lead, i hid the bag under the bed and thankfully so because about 10 seconds later i was over Michael’s shoulder.
“put me down!” i kicked my legs. Michael held me study “no more running off” Michael chuckled at me struggling to escape as he laid me softly on the bed.
i didn’t get to protest because his lips were on mine in an instant.
“your too damn pretty to be going out alone” Michael mumbled into my mouth. oh lord.
“someone’s gonna take you from me” he settled his hips between my legs. this gorgeous man really thought i’d ever let someone take me away from him.
“no one’s taking me anywhere daddy” the words just slipped out. there’s no way i just said that out loud. Michael pulled away and looked at me with wide eyes.
i immediately put my hands over my face in embarrassment “there’s no way i just said that” i cried into my hands, “im such a weirdo!”
“Annie, don’t hide your face” Michael pleaded before attempting to pry them off. i whined before rolling over and burying my face in the mattress. “i’m never showing my face again!” i cried.
i heard Michael’s sweet laugh “my sweet girl, that i yearn for every second, you think calling me that is gonna scare me away?”
i was being flipped over before i could respond “move your hands” Michael laughed. i did what he said, but i kept my eyes shut because i was so embarrassed.
“no Mike!” i whined.
he got quiet, which was usually a sign that he was plotting. i felt his warmth above me, and then his heavenly scent before soft kisses began being placed my neck. “let daddy see you” Michael’s voice got deep but somehow softer.
i could’ve fainted right then and there.
Michael place a soft kiss on my lips and i melted into him immediately, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs wrapping around his waist.
he pulled away to look at me, and i finally opened my eyes. a playful smile spread across his gorgeous face “i don’t mind you calling me daddy. there’s no need to be embarrassed” Michael assured.
i nodded slowly before pulling him back into my lips. “you know, usually daddies spoil their girls, am i allowed to do that now that i’m daddy?” he teased after the kiss.
“absolutely not” i chuckled making him do the same.
Michael laughed along with me before nuzzling his head into my neck, placing kisses there as we relaxed.
a few hours passed of me laying with Michael, eating together, and just talking about any and everything before we began to get ready.
Michael was getting better with eating at least twice a day. he usually ate when i did, and throughout all of the laughter and jokes he ended up finishing his entire meal.
Michael decided on a clown costume, with the face paint and all that Karen would be doing.
while Mike was busy with Karen, i locked myself in the bathroom to straighten my hair, with the help of Liz of course, and put on my costume.
i heard Michael playing around with Bill and other voices that i didn’t recognize in the den of our hotel room as i slowly made my way out, trying not to make a big entrance because i hated crowds.
Karen saw me first and gasped, making Michael turn around from getting his face painted to look towards me… than everyone looked at me. there were 2 bodyguards, his publicist, and more people i didn’t recognize.
“there are a lot of you” i laughed awkwardly. Michael’s lit up like a christmas tree. he opened his mouth but then looked around and realized he couldn’t say what he wanted to because we weren’t around.
“you look beautiful!” Karen smiled, her smile still displaying a hint of something untrusting underneath that i couldn’t put my finger on. she wore a witch costume.
“Mike isn’t that Tinker-bell from that Peter-pan guy you love?” a guy who i didn’t recognize asked him.
“yes, it is” Michael’s eyes burned into mine as i gave a teasing smile and a wink when everyone looked away.
this would be fun.
we had to leave soon after and i stayed close to Bill and Lizzy. i was almost afraid of what Michael would say to me because he was so intense with the way he loved.
“Bill why didn’t you dress up?” i asked him as we walked through the hotel hallway. Michael was ahead of us talking to more people i didn’t recognize.
“i’m on official business” Bill joked making Liz and i chuckle.
“well you don’t need a costume, your already a hero to me” i smiled to him making him do the same. “thank you kid” Bill patted my head.
“Mike, the front is packed with fans so i think Bill should take the others out back and we’ll get you through the crowd” his other body guard directed as we stood in the lobby.
“okay, but Bill can take the others, i want Anissa with me” Michael directed as my eyes widened. mind you, we’re supposed to be discreet about our relationship.
everyone looked at me, and then at each other and i could almost see the thoughts forming in their head… Frank was going to kill us.
“okay! come on Bill!” thank god Liz broke that awkward silence before wrapping her arm around Bill and leading the rest away from us.
“are you sure you want her in that crowd?” the body guard asked Michael as we stood in the empty lobby.
“i got her, she’ll be safer with me” Michael was so sexy when he was talking all seriously, yes, even in his clown costume!
i stayed quiet beside Michael as the bodyguard nodded. Michael grabbed my hand after turning to me “the lights will be bright, and they will be loud, but just focus on getting to the car, okay? i’ll be right behind you.”
i nodded attentively trying to act like i wasn’t terrified. what if i tripped, or what if i got lost on the five steps towards the car?
Michael nodded at the guard which signaled him to open the door. the muffled screams of the fans began pouring into the quiet hotel lobby as the security guard pointed towards the car.
i breathed in and began my swift walk into the all black SUV.
a few seconds later the door behind me closed and Michael was at my side. “are you okay?” he asked, his hand still in mine. i nodded “yes, but won’t the others be suspicious of us riding all alone together?”
“i don’t care Annie, i had to get you alone” Michael breathed “you look so beautiful” he confessed.
“you like it?” i bit my lip as he looked me up and down and round. “i love it” Michael began playing with the glittering details on the outfit, but i knew it was just an excuse for him to touch me.
“my Tink, all for me” Michael murmured before leaning in. “your beyond words Anissa” Michael confessed before kissing me deeply, his large hand finding its way behind my neck.
i hummed into the kiss, satisfied that i got the reaction i wanted. “were supposed to be good tonight” i warned him before he put his lips back on mine. “whatever my Tinkerbell says.”
Michael and i pulled up behind Bill to the hospital, and he got out to open my door. “thank you baby, but you can’t do that, remember this is supposed to be a secret” thankfully everyone was still getting out so they didn’t see that.
Michael nodded, looking down shyly “yeah, i forgot baby. i’ll keep my distance, go hangout beside Bill and Liz” he instructed. i nodded okay before turning away and walking towards the crew.
Michael grabbed me before i could get too far, spinning me into his lips so swiftly that it took my breath away. gosh he was so smooth. “okay” he murmured between kisses “now go” he tapped my behind twice.
how was i supposed to survive this?
the children’s hospital was decorated adorably for halloween, the jack-o-lanterns that looks like they decorated themselves all throughout the halls, the nurses in costumes, and of course the kids who were excited to see Michael.
when Michael walked into the room with about 6 kids they all cheered and hollered in glee and surprise. of course Michael immediately got shy and ducked his head low, his heaven sent smile spreading across his face and his hands holding themselves behind his back.
Bill had gone out to buy SO much candy for the kids, all kinds of toys, and Michael signed some stuff for them as well.
the reminded me a lot of the children’s section of the hospital back in California. my eyes couldn’t stop wandering to their charts, assessing what illness was plaguing these poor kids.
“i thought you didn’t miss it” Liz already knew what i was doing as i frowned at the little boy’s chart who was suffering from stage 2 lymphoma.
“i don’t, im just seeing what his name is” i was an awful liar. the little boy had caught my eye because even though Michael was there, he was still frowning, probably because of how painful chemo can be and how lonely childhood cancer could be.
his name was Henry Hart.
i sat next to him on his bed as the other kids were distracted by Michael and after Liz walked away. “hi, how are you i’m Anissa” i greeted him, sticking out my hand.
he finally looked at me “i’m Henry…” his voice was tired and defeated.
“how come your not getting any candy or toys from Michael? your not a fan?” i asked curiously, as he looked at me with his sad eyes.
he looked behind me at Michael who was being surrounded by the kids who were feeding him candy (lord only knows where their hands had been), yapping on about any and everything, and singing his songs. how was he not overstimulated?- only god knows… maybe he would be good with 18 kids…
“i do like Michael Jackson, im just in too much pain to get up” Henry told me. i frowned but not too much, because im sure he was used to being sad and i didn’t want to add to that.
“how do you know Michael Jackson?” he asked me next, changing the subject.
“i’m his doctor. i’m supposed to make sure he doesn’t get sick or get hurt while he’s up on stage” i demonstrated as i sat crisscross- applesauce.
he listened intently “that must be a really cool job. i wanted to be a doctor when i got older but now…”
my heart dropped to my stomach. the little boy thought he was going to die. “why can’t you become a doctor?” i asked him, taking his small cold hand in mine.
“the surgery that i need to save my life is too expensive for mommy and daddy, so instead we’re doing chemo. the doctors said that the cancer is fighting back and it could spread without the surgery” he was so intelligent, and so well spoken throughout it all.
this was the type of cases i would operate on when i was interning. we would go in and cut the cancer out, but now i was absolutely useless.
“don’t throw in your towel yet Henry. you’ve got a long life ahead of you, you have to keep fighting” i encouraged. he was so young dealing with this while other kids were out trick or treating and playing.
i saw him debating in his head “…i’ll try.”
i felt a hand on my shoulder, “hello. why aren’t you playing with the other kids?” Michael asked.
Henry became shy, “i-i-i-“
“you don’t have to be shy” Michael assured kindly, kneeling down to Henry’s height “i’m Michael.”
Henry shook his hand “i’m Henry,” he smiled “i was talking to my new friend Anissa” he pointed to me making me smile.
“i see. she’s very kind isn’t she?” Michael smiled before looking at me. i blushed and looked down as Henry nodded eagerly.
Michael began to offer him candy like he was Willy Wonka, and Henry agreed. i was glad i could make him feel better.
While Mike and Henry were distracted i took his chart and exited the room to find a doctor. there were nurses gossiping about how handsome Michael was or how good he smelled as i surveyed the hospital.
finally my eyes landed on a doctor in front of the OR board (of course), “hi, do you know the doctor in charge of Henry Hart in oncology?” i asked. he stood about 6 foot tall with dark hair and blue eyes.
“yes matter of fact i do” his Australian accent spoke “im his doctor and you are- Tinkerbell?”
“i’m Dr. Anissa Love. i used to be a surgical intern in America and now i work for Michael Jackson” i introduced myself, shaking his hand as i chuckled at his confusion.
the doctors eyes scanned me “that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. i’m Doctor Richard, how can i help you Dr. Love?”
“i was wondering how much the surgery cost to save Henry? i’d like to pay it in full.” Dr. Richard looked at me with wide eyes, “alright, follow me then.”
we began the walk down the corridor “so you mentioned you were an intern. where you looking to transfer abroad?” he asked.
“no” i pressed my lips together awkwardly “i failed my intern exams, and im quitting medicine as a result.”
he turned to me, his face reading disappointment “that’s a shame…”
a few minutes later i was signing a check for 10 thousand dollars. i had saved a lot from working in Charleston plus from being paid by Michael who hardly let me buy myself anything anyways.
the kid needed the money more than i did.
“Anissa, there you are” Bill’s familiar voice made me turn around. “are you trying to get me killed by Mike?” Bill sighed.
i chuckled at his dramatic entrance. “anything else i need to sign?” i asked Richard. he shook his head no “this is very kind of you Anissa, i hope you find your way back to medicine, you obviously have a thing for saving lives” the doctor winked before turning away from me and walking away.
Bill looked at me confused “don’t tell Michael?” i asked sheepishly. Bill rolled his eyes playfully “i won’t even ask, let’s get back before Michael notices.”
we reentered the room and now Michael was playing tag with the very excited children who were lowkey mobbing him, but he was seriously enjoying himself and i’m sure anyone in the hospital could hear from his loud ass laugh.
Henry had gotten up and participated, which bought me all the more joy.
Karen stood talking to Liz so i went to join them. “there she is” Karen acknowledged as i walked up. “what’s up?”
“we were just talking about how much Michael talked about you when we had the opening leg of the tour” Karen rolled her eyes playfully. “he never shut up about you.”
during the Asia leg Mike and i were on awful terms, and yet he was still talking about me?
“he was?” i asked, genuinely taken back. Karen nodded “oh yeah. he talked about you like you were his pride and joy… which brings me to my next question, are you sure yall are just friends?”
“yes” i shut it down quickly. “im sure… plus i have a boyfriend already.” Liz looked at me wide eyed because of my sudden lie.
“yeah! his name is Eric, he’s in finance and he’s back home in LA so…” i continued as Karen nodded. it seemed as though she were eating it up.
“nice, finance guy. are you going to invite him to one of the shows?” Karen added.
fuck. “no, he’s not an MJ fan. huge Prince guy” i lied making Liz snicker. Karen was messy, so she loved anything i fed her.
“good to know. hopefully he puts a ring on that pretty finger, because your too pretty to be going around the world single” Karen smirked. i chuckled “yeah, hopefully.”
“hey guys! Anissa’s it now!” Michael hollered at the children as they all turned to me. they began to scream in terror before running away from me, including Michael’s goofy self.
“i’m coming to get you!” i taunted before running out of the door after the kids and Michael.
by the time we tucked the last kid into bed we were exhausted. the rest began to walk towards the exit as Michael and i stayed behind.
i watched Henry sound asleep “he really liked you” Michael stood next to me, keeping his voice low to not wake the kids.
“i know, i liked him too.” i smiled at Michael. i felt better knowing that Henry’s parents would come to the hospital tomorrow and have the option to save their son. “i should probably ride back with Liz and Bill, so no one suspects anything” i told him.
Michael nodded, but i knew he wanted to protest. “yeah your right. tomorrow it all starts, we won’t be able to see each other as much as i’d like” Michael reflected.
it was true. Michael would be busy all day starting tomorrow until this legs was done, and we would be in hiding more than ever. “i know” i nodded, holding back my tears. “we should probably sleep separately tonight, so no one sees me going into your room…”
Michael’s doe eyes wreaked of sadness nodded “yeah… i’ll tell Bill to book you a room.”
i couldn’t even reach over and hug my man, and it wrecked me. i let out a shaky breath before turning to exit the room. Michael called after me but i was already crying and i didn’t want him to see, because i was supposed to be being strong and handling this, but i wasn’t.
the ride back was quiet as i kept my head down so Liz wouldn’t see my tear stained eyes because talking about it would only make it worse.
i stood behind Bill as he booked the hotel room only a few doors down from Mike’s. “thanks Bill” i smiled tiredly as we made our way to the elevator.
he nodded, and i knew that he knew that something was wrong but honestly i just wanted to get to my room and cry.
“goodnight Liz, goodnight Bill” i waved before sliding the key in the door and stepping inside. they both said goodnight and i closed my door. my stuff had already been bought from Mike and i’s room over to my room.
i let out a shaky breath, my tears brewing faster than ever as i looked around. the room was perfect, with a small sitting area and a large comfortable looking bed- but one thing was missing- my Michael.
we had been glued together for almost a month now, and the silence without him was deafening.
i wasn’t fully prepared for this like i thought i was. i wasn’t prepared to have him pretend that i was just his doctor, and i wasn’t prepared to not have him wrapped around me every night.
the thought of missing his touch for a second made me feral.
what had this man done to me?
i collapsed onto the cold bed, sighing as i looked up at the ceiling. how dumb was i to think i could handle not being loud and proud with my man?
i was missing his childish ass tickling me and getting on my nerves already.
i sighed and turned on the TV. of course Halloween was playing because it was Halloween, except there was no Michael holding me way to tight every time Michael Myers was on the screen.
i hugged my pillow and tried to be grateful that i was on tour with him in the first place. at least i could stare at him longingly from across every room, and find ways to engage in friendly conversations with him while others were around… that would be enough right? just being friends?
my contemplating was cut off by the sound of my door slowly opening. i sat up instantly and hugged my pillow closer. was i about to be murdered?
to my delight it wasn’t Michael Myers, it was Michael Jackson. “oh my goodness Michael i thought you were a murderer!” i complained as he closed the door behind him cautiously.
he had retired the clown makeup and outfit, and exchanged it for pajamas “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you” he spoke softly, “i didn’t want to end the night off like we did at the hospital.”
i nodded, scooting to the end of the bed as he closed the gap between me and him “i know. i’m sorry for running out like that i just-“
“have you been crying?” super-boyfriend strikes again. his finger lifted my chin toward him so he could get a better view of me. he examined me with worry and concern, yet his eyes were a soft as ever.
“no…” i lied. Michael looked at me like i was full of shit, because i was “yes…” i gave in. Michael sat beside me, his hand reaching for mine “baby talk to me… you said you could do this” Michael pleaded.
i sighed and turned to face him “i thought i could, before i knew what it was truly like to be your girlfriend” i started, looking down at our laps “i guess i’ll just miss it being me and you and Bill of course” i smiled sadly as Michael did the same. “what i’m trying to say is… i’ll miss you.”
Michael frowned, scooting closer to me. “Anissa i’m tore up about this too. the bed still smells like you… i need you by my side just as much Tink” Michael sounded so good pleading for my presence.
i leaned into him, laying my head on his lap. his large hand was like a blanket over my cheek as he caressed my face. “i know it’s hard, but i need you to stick with me mama. i need my PYT” Michael knew that was my jam, and managed to make me laugh through the sadness.
“can i stay? just for tonight? I’ll sneak out in the morning before anyone comes looking for me” Michael asked. i nodded at the idea because i wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
“i’m not sure Eric is going to like this” i teased. Michael cocked his head to the side, his sour facial expression that he always failed to hide began taking over. “who’s Eric?”
“a guy in finance, apparently he’s my man and not you.”
“Anissa, don’t play with me” Michael looked irritated and honestly that tickled me even more. i busted out laughing in his face “it was your makeup artist being nosy, i had to think of something to get her off of our trail” i justified. “so yes, i have a man named Eric, and he’s a Prince guy not a Mj guy.”
“oh yeah?” Michael taunted, leaning down to steal kisses from my face. i giggled because his curls were tickling my neck.
“you tell this Eric he’ll have to go through me to get my girl” Michael continued to kiss me before his finger began to dig into my sides. i screamed and immediately covered my mouth because i realized his crew could probably hear.
“Michael! they’ll hear us!” i whisper-yelled at him as i sat up. Michael was laughing so hard, and silently for once, that he was holding his cute stomach.
“it’s not funny” i hit him playfully, Michael finally began to calm down as he whispered “ouch!”
he caught my final blow and pulled me onto him. “come here silly girl.” i wrapped myself around him, straddling his lap.
i’d miss this. the chaotic nights, the warm of him, his touch, his love.. all of it was going to become so rare.
Michael held my body against his and captured me in a loving, wet kiss that immediately hushed my thoughts. “can Eric do you like this?” Michael asked softly into my lips making me laugh softly as i melted into him.
“mmm mmm” i shook my head no. Michael was satisfied with my immediate answer and leaned back in for more.
“i’m going to miss you” i whispered into him. “i know baby, but we were bestfriends first. we can pretend like we are again, right?” Michael talked me through it. he was so soft spoken and sweet.
i nodded before kissing his lips once more. Michael shifted beneath me to lift us up and get us under the duvet, and that tiny bit of friction was enough to take my breath away.
he continued kissing me again the pillow, both of his hands pinning mine on the mattress. “looked so pretty for me today Tink” he was all over me and god it felt so good. i moaned in response, lost in his lips.
“nothing can keep me away from you” he expressed between kisses “i’ll find a way to be with you no master what, you hear me?”
“yes angel i hear you” i murmured into his lips.
Michael’s lips parted from mine as he began kissing lower. nothing would ever compare to the man i long for all my life with his gorgeous face in my neck, kissing and sucking.
“at least i’ll get to sleep completely naked again” i teased softly as he completely paused in his tracks. he looked up from my neck, his face was honestly unreadable.
“naked?” he questioned.
“oh yeah, just me, and the super cold sheets, my bare skin and some Marvin Gaye” i illustrated as he turned his head like an attentive dog. “all alone… longing for a particular guy to march in and save me from my loneliness…”
Michael looked like he was in shambles “baby…” he breathed like he needed more air “your torturing me” he pleaded, scooting closer to me.
“too bad my man will be too busy to come and take care of me” i continued.
Michael looked like a lost puppy “i’m never to busy for you mama” he immediately reassured “just call for me and i’ll drop everything and come.”
i caressed his pretty face “no, i think i’ll call Eric instead, oh or maybe that Michael Jackson impersonator from my birthday party.” Michael gave me the straightest face “Anissa i swear to god” he started making me bust out laughing.
the rest of the night was filled with laughter, and lots of kisses. i wasn’t sure how, but i was determined to get through this alive so Michael and i could live happily ever after in Neverland.
"Why doesn't no one talk much about otw michael/afro michael" bc #they don't like remembering that he's black helllooooooooooo
LOLL , that’s dadaman so I never gave a fuck.
