Beyonce's POV
I was so nervous about "Remember the Deja Vu" I didn't know what to think about it. Michael was excited and wanted to put it out now, but I convinced him to wait a bit. "Shouldn't we wait till we stop all the touring and stuff?" Michael shrugged as he forked down a bowl of Chinese noodles. "Doesn't matter to me. I just want people to hear it. It's awesome, Bey! Why are you so nervous about it?" I shrugged. I didn't want to tell him that I was worried about Kelly and Michelle's reaction.
"What's wrong, Princess?"
Michael stood up and stared me in the eyes. I sighed. "Michael, I don't know. I wrote it for Kelly, Michelle, and I. I didn't think it'd be you and me," I said slowly in a distressed tone. Michael sighed and grabbed my shoulders. "It's fine! Why are you worrying about this? Let music take it's course." I huffed in defeat and sat down. "But-" I stopped myself from protesting, because Michael glared at me over his nose. "Drop it," he whispered menacingly. I nodded like a little girl. "Just think about it. You're doing Destiny's Child a favor, dear." Michael hugged me and softly kissed my hair. "You blew everyone away, including me," Michael confessed. I smiled. "I know you're not trying to get some," I replied. Michael scoffed. "Never! Besides, I don't try anything. I take what I want." I stared at Michael and rolled my eyes.
"You don't take anything. I give," I retorted. Michael laughed as we walked outside the house. I never really had a chance to explore Neverland. I heard the classical music booming from the speakers disguised as rocks, and the Dinsey inspired theme. I watched as a train chugged in front of us happily, even though no kids were in it. I smiled and walked on.
"How many acres do you have?" I whispered. "Over two thousand five hundred," Michael replied in a short breath. I gasped. "You can build a mall in here!" I suggested. Michael laughed and shook his head. "I try to help the terminally ill children. Every weekend a group comes and stays out in the cabins." I was awe struck. This man not only loved music, he loved people, unconditionally. He wanted everyone to be happy. Michael bent his back to make kids happy.
"You're the only celebrity I know that opens up their house to children to play with them," I announced quietly. Michael nodded as he climbed into a golf cart. "Come on," he called. I grinned and climbed into the seat next to him. "Where are we going?" Michael smiled a smile so bright, that the sun looked like a little night light compared to him. "To my corner of the world." He started the engine and drove down the path.
I sat back and let the breeze run through me. The blazing sun roasting me, but I let it go ahead. I was focused on the beauty around me. The rolling green pastures, the fresh red and white flowers planted around the paths. The animals roaming around. Michael stopped and got out and walked over to a baby Bengal tiger. "Michael," I hissed. He put a finger to his lips. "Don't scare him. Come here Zeus." The baby padded over to Michael's outreached hand and licked his palm.
Michael chuckled softly. I walked over and stood over them. "Want to hold him? He's very kind." I knelt down and let Michael place the baby tiger in my arms. "He has a sister named Rhea. She's a fiesty little one," Michael whispered. I watched as Zeus, who was a small little thing, lick my arm and nestle his head in my elbow. He purred and began yawning. "Uh oh," I whispered. I couldn't help but smile though. "Can I keep holding him?" I whispered. Michael nodded as he grabbed a bottle of milk from a caretaker. "Yeah, Zeus is old enough to be away for a while."
I stroked the baby Bengal tiger as he rested on my lap. Michael smiled as he drove up to one of the cabins. I gasped. "Oh Michael this place is gorgeous!" I exclaimed. I craddled Zeus as I got out and looked at the cabin. It was two story with a balcony looking over the property. "I come here when I need to get away. It's at the very end of the property," Michael informed me. I smiled and walked up the steps. "May we go in?" He nodded. "Zeus can hang in the patio. We have animal things here too." I gasped. Michael had everything! I was still getting used to it all.
I walked into the kitchen. The place was just like any traditional cabin, it's walls, doors, floors, and eveything else made of wood. But they had Native American quilts on the couch. "My friend had his sister do these. They're Sioux and Sequoia." I nodded as I rest Zeus on the patio. He yawned and lounged in the sun. I smiled and walked over to the couch and fell down.
"This. Is. Heaven."
Michael laughed as he sat down on the couch and propped his legs on my lap."You make me feel so much better," Michael whispered. I smiled and began stroking his arm. "You seem to be so," I whispered. Michael seemed to enjoy my touch, because he slowly drifting to sleep. "No..don't sleep on me!" I sighed. "I wanna rock with you, all night," Michael sang softly. I grinned in response and began looking down at Michael.
He stopped singing and began snoring softly in the mid day sun. I couldn't help but stare. Over the past few months, I never really got a chance to admire Michael for his looks, I was so wrapped up in his personality that I didn't care what he looked like somtimes! Look at him..he's so handsomely goregous! I chuckled to myself as I examined Michael. His thin pink lips practially opened.
His jet black hair was down, draping over his shoulders. Michael was pale, but not a sickly pale. I remember reading magazines about his vitiligo and how people would lie and say he bleached it because he hated being black. I bit my lip and kept looking on. Michael's long legs were resting on me. I smiled as Michael began snoring even louder. My poor baby... Could he get anymore handsome? I traced the lines in his hands, such gigantic hands! I smirked. They do things to me though... I sighed and decided to let Michael rest. He's been going nonstop for weeks.
I slowly stood up and placed the covers over him. Michael squirmed and slid lower into the couch. I rolled my eyes and walked around. I picked up Zeus from his nap and began exploring.
"Let's go see what Michael has here." Zeus purred softly and stretched in my arms. I kissed his little fury head. "You just might be my new baby," I whispered back. We walked up the stairs and began going in each room. We walked into the library and went through the books. "Whoa, he has everything in here." I ran my fingers over the soft leather binds of the books, being so careful about how old they were.
I peeked at the desk and noticed that it was neat and well put together. I snorted. "Neat freak I bet." I headed off to the hall and opened the door. It was a bedroom neat and ready for anybody willing to stay here. I noticed a note on the bed and picked it up out of pure curiousity. It read:
Welcome to Neverland,
I hope you enjoy your stay here and that you want to come back. Please don't hesitate to ask for anything. You're my guest.
Michael Jackson
I smiled. "Too sweet Michael." I noticed the satin sheets on the crimson colored bed. It seemed to blend right in with this. There were sets of movies on the nightstand for the guests to watch. Gosh, what does this man not have? ....wife and kids to share it all?
Michael's POV
I yawned loudly and sat up. I put my hand over my face and continued to sleep. "Beyonce!" I hissed. I shot up to quick and sat back down. "Whoa, let's try that again." I slowly stood up and looked around. Bey was nowhere in site. I groaned. "She probably left," I considered in sadness. "No I haven't." I turned around. Bey was glowing like crazy.
"What happened did I miss something?" Bey's brow knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?" I crossed my arms. "You're glowing like the sun itself!" I replied. Bey laughed, which made her glow even brighter. "I'm serious. You're glowing, but I'm sorry Princess!" "About what?" I sighed and strolled to her. "I feel asleep on you," I whispered. Bey smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek. "You needed the rest. I'm fine baby. You seemed peacefully so I let you be." I nodded and hugged her. I noticed that the phone was ringing in the kitchen. "Who is calling this line?"
Bey shrugged and answered. "Hello?" Her eyes widened when I heard the cursing from the other end. "Who is it?" I asked as I grabbed. "Dana. She's pissed off at us." I sighed and put the phone to my ear.
"MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON WHERE ARE YOU?!!?!?!?"
I whimpered. "At the house," I replied. "You. Are. Not! Oprah is here waiting on you to do the promos!" I gasped. "That is today isn't it?" Dana hissed. "Get your butt back here now!" She slammed the phone down. I bit my lip as I rushed to the golf cart. "We gotta head back. I forgot all about my promos with Oprah." Bey grabbed Zeus and jumped onto the cart and started it. "Hold Zeus!" She stomped on the gas pedal and sped down the pavement.
I held on to the bar. Zeus trembled in fear. "Bey, slow down. This isn't NASCAR." Bey snorted. "Sure why not?" She sped a little bit more and made a sharp turn in the grass. I held on for dear life. Zeus even had his head buried into my arm. I was trembling by the time Bey had parked at the side of the house. "Hurry up!" She called as she ran in the house. I followed, so grateful that God made land.
I put Zeus down as I walked into the kitchen. "Michael Joseph Jackson!" I bit my lip. "Yes?" Dana was on the verge of killing somebody. I smiled. Oprah and her crew were in the living room setting up for the recording. I sighed. "Dana, I'm sorry. I fell asleep and I was at the cabin-"
"Shut it! I'll pick my bone with you later just go get made up and ready." I nodded and dashed to Karen who hurriedly did my make up. "You're going to get in trouble for oversleeping one day," she whispered. I chuckled. "Well then, I guess this is the day, because Dana plans on killing me after this." Karen laughed and stepped back. "You're finished! Now go talk to Oprah and stuff."
Beyonce's POV
I watched as Michael did the promo for the live interview that was in October. He was calm under the cameras, but seemed so shy and insecure. I watched as Karen fixed his hair and stepped back. Dana was sitting in the kitchen drinking wine. "Gosh, that boy is going to give me a heart attack." I laughed and wrapped my arm around my friend. "Dana, he's about to give us heart attacks." Dana rolled her eyes.
"Sure..I heard about what happened."
I blinked twice. "What?" "I've known Michael ever since I was seventeen. I've never seen a man glow like the way he did a couple weeks ago. What did you do?" I gaped. "Nothing," I whispered. Dana punched me in my arm while exclaiming, "Liar!" I winced. "Nothing," I repeated louder. She threatened to pinch me. I squealed and blurted out, "We had sex for the first time ok!"
Dana dropped her jaw and stared at me. "Are you serious?" I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. Dana turned a bright red and squinted to where her eyes were slits.
"I can't believe you deprived my sweet little boss of his virginity!" Dana hollered.
I yelped in reply. "I deprived him! It seemed like he had done it before! He was in charge!" Dana's eyes widened suddenly. "Are you serious?" She asked. I nodded. "Then he..." I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs shut as I thought about what happened at the studio. I bit my lip and felt my body remember his sweet,tortuous pleasure. "Come back Bey," Dana whispered. I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Besides....it's not like..."
My thought faded as my mind wandered about the results from this. I shook my head. "Nah," I said aloud. "Thanks! Bye Oprah!" Michael walked around and smiled. "That was nice, I guess. I haven't done an interview in 14 years." Michael skipped towards me and kissed my cheek. I smiled and held his hand. Dana stared at the both of us.
"Freaks," she said before turning her lip at us.
"Nasty freaks," Dana added. I sighed and signaled her to shut up. She shook her head. Michael stared at us. "Did I miss something?" I shook my head. "You deprived my applehead of his innocence!!!" Dana cried out. In annoyance, I slapped my hand to my forehead and sighed. "What are you talking about Dana?" She wiped away a fake tear.
"Are you a virgin Michael?"
I sighed and pursed my lips together, waiting for Michael's response. He blushed a bright red and shot me a muderous look. "Dana...that's private," Michael responded coolly after moments of silence. Dana slammed her hand down. "You're not!!!" Michael gaped and began protesting but stopped when her heard my phone ring. "You're ringing," he said. I was glad to answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Beyonce?" It was Kelly. She sounded upset and disturbed about something. "What's wrong boo?" I asked as I walked away from Michael and Dana's arguing. "Um...what's going on?" Kelly sighed in my ear and groaned in frustration. "Michelle and I heard something." I nodded. "And?" I continued. "You and Michael put out a new song together. We've been hearing leaked versions of you two singing! Is this true?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a puff if annoyance. "Kelly it's not what it seems," I began slowly. "You're lying epiclly," she replied flatly. I sighed. "Kel, it just happened. I don't know. I was getting a new idea and before you knew it Michael had gotten a hold of it and dragged me into the recording studio."
Kelly was probably so upset with me right now. I whimpered into the phone. "Kelly, please don't me mad at me," I pleaded. I heard voices in the background. "Beyonce...why did you do this?" I shrugged helplessly. "You know how stuff just happens," I answered. I collasped on the couch and put my hands in my face. "Bey," Michelle said, "we're upset with you, but we're not going to let this mess us up. We understand somethings just happen and you didn't want it to." I nodded and felt like pulling my bestfriends into a hug.
"So, you're not mad at me?" I asked in between sniffs. "We're still mad, but not as mad," Kelly replied. I sighed relief. "That's good I guess. I'll talk to Michael and tell him." "Thanks you," Michelle said. I smiled and wiped away a tear. "I'm sorry twinkies," I whispered. Michelle didn't laugh like she usually would. She just went, "Mmhmm," and hung up. I sighed and placed my hand on my forehead.
"Michael!" I hollered. Michael was still arguing with Dana about our love life. "Whatever happens in my house is my business Dana!!" Michael screamed at the top of his lungs. "Why you hollering!" Dana hollered. I clawed at my hair in annoyance and frustration. I barked, "SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!!" Michael stopped and stared. Dana pointed her finger at him.
"He started it," she squeaked. I shook my head slowly. "Michael, may we speak alone?" He nodded as he headed towards me and followed into the office. I closed the door and crossed my arms. "I'm in trouble because of you," I said through clenched teeth. Michael froze and widened his eyes like a deer in headlights. "What?" He whispered like a small child. "Kelly and Michelle are upset about the fact that you and I recorded that song behind their backs."
"It wasn't behind their backs," Michael said. I shot him a look. "Michael, we never called them and told them. This is why I was upset, because I knew they were going to be like this," I replied. Michael groaned. "Bey, it's not like we just broke up the group and didn't tell them anything." I put my hand over my mouth and closed my eyes.
"This isn't-"
"So, you're taking orders from them now?" Michael asked crossly. I jumped from that question. "Take orders from them? Michael, we're a group. We have to think about one another. I'm not like you! It's not always about me." Michael rose his eyebrows. "All about me? Since when has it been all about me? I try to have it not be all about me." I scoffed. "Why did you and your brothers break up then?" Michael took a breath. "Because we moved from Motown to CBS-"
"Nope, you were the Jackson Five. Remember, that supposed album 2300 Jackson Street? How come it didn't sell like ABC, I Want You Back, The Love You Save, or any other songs you did as a kid? Because, everyone is looking at you. Why do you think you're more successful?" Michael glared at me.
"I didn't want it to be about me Beyonce! I tried my very best, but I couldn't! My voice just happened to be the show stopper of everything! Did you think I wanted to break up? I did at first, but I missed my brothers to be honest! I missed going on tour with them and playing pranks. I wasn't allowed to do that anymore!" Michael hollered back.
I crossed my arms. "Well, I'm trying to prove the point that you should've included all of Destiny's Child!" Michael laughed. "You didn't protest when we went into the studio! You didn't protest when we recorded and began talking to Quincy Jones about all this. You didn't protest then, and you had the chance! So, I'm trying to see how in God's name is this my fault!?"
"Did I say it was yours though?!" I shot back.
"You might as well. You're making it sound like Kelly and Michelle are running the group." "Well, they are the backbones of it!!" "Wow...Bey have you thought about it for a while? You can't be in a singing group for forever! Look at Diana Ross, my dearest friend, she left the Supremes and started something else and she's a hit everywhere!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you convincing me to break up the group!" I shouted.
"Why are you shouting Beyonce?!?! Huh!!!! And no I am not considering that you break up, but you know it won't last forever!!" Michael hollered. His pale face and turned bright red by his anger and the constant shouting back. "I can't believe you!" I hissed. "What can't you believe?" He hissed back. "The fact that their isn't a forever or the fact that you're on the verge of a solo career?" I balled my fists up and gritted my teeth together.
"None because it's both bullshit coming from you!" I spat back before pushing passed him and storming outside. I can't believe he said those things!! I was seething in anger; and ready to punch something! I screamed at the top of my lungs to sky and stomped off.
Bastard!
Author's Note: 0.o ooohhhh this is awkward...I'm just gonna go away somewhere away from those two *runs behind couch and hides under security blanket* y'all aint finna hurt me now!