Michael's POV
"Mmm, Michael," Billie groans into my mouth, still sprawled all over me on the examination table.
I need to stop this! This is wrong!
What can I do? She's out of control!
Wait.. I have an idea!
"Oh, Billie, keep going!" I whimper. "You're amazing..!"
This is all just an act, it's part of my plan.
She kisses me harder, and starts touching me.
Ugghhhh, this is awful, but I've gotta do it for my plan to work!
I feel like I'm betraying Becky, I really do.. but it's the only way to stop this.
"I tell you what, Billie," I pull away from her, and look into her eyes.
"What?" she asks, eyes full of lust.
Ew.
"Let's go back to mine, and finish this off there," I say seductively, raising my eyesbrows at her.
She doesn't need to be told twice.
She grasps my hand, and drags me out of the doctors.
"Hang on," I say, turning back around to lock the building. I place the key in my pocket. "C'mon, let's go."
We arrive at the car, and get in.
"Wait.." Billie stops me. "Won't Becky be home?"
"What, her?" I scoff. "Pfft, nah! She's gone out with her friends Jasper and Charlie, she won't be coming home tonight!"
"Oh, well that's fine then," she smiles, doing her seatbelt.
I start the ignition, and begin to drive. "But if you feel nervous just walking in, I'll go check inside beforehand."
"Oh, you would?" Billie grins. "That would be wonderful. But what if she's in?"
"I'll find a way to get her out," I lie.
"Ooh, sounds good," she replies, a smile forming on her icky lips, as she sits back on the seat, and rests her arms behind her head as we drive.
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"Right, you stay there, and I'll go inside and check Becky's out," I say, getting out the car once I'm home.
I know for a fact that Becky's here, that's why I'm doing this.
I creep up to the front door, and open it quietly.
It's only 6:00pm, but I wanna be quiet.
I arrive at the living room door, which is ajar. I peer inside the room, and see Becky sat on the sofa, her dressing gown on, and her slipper-covered feet up on the coffee table.
She's so cute.
I widen the door ever-so-slightly, until my movement catches her attention, and she looks over at me with a warm smile.
"You're a little late today, sweetheart," she chuckles, leaping up from the sofa and walking my way.
She pecks my lips, but pulls away quickly, and gives me an evil look.
"What?" I ask, my eyes widened.
"W-Why do you smell like women's perfume?" she asks sternly.
Crap, never thought of that!
"I don't know, do I smell of women's perfume?" I ask, trying to hide my awkwardness.
"Yes! Why?" she demands, her voice more raised.
"I don't know!" I cry.
She gives me an "are-you-serious" look, and brings her head closer to mine.
She inhales deeply, and begins to pull away.
"Oh! What's this?" she asks, running her forefinger across my jawline.
She shows me her finger. It's red.
Oh God! Billie was wearing red lipstick!
I'm screwed, she's not gonna believe my story now!
My eyes winden, and she slaps me across the face harshly.
It begins to sting, and I caress my cheek, tears in my eyes from the force of her hand.
She's a fiesty one!
"We've been together 7 months, Jackson! And you're already cheating on me?!" she asks sadly, walking straight by me, to the staircase.
I follow her as she arrives to the bedroom. "No! It's literally not what you think!"
"Oh, I think it is!" she retaliates. "That's what they all say when they're screwed!"
"No, I can explain!" I cry, sitting on the bed by her, and wrapping my arms around her.
She forces them away from her. "You promised me you'd never hurt me."
"And I haven't!" I protest.
"Then explain the female perfume and the girly red lipstick you happen to be sporting then!" she hisses.
"It's that Billie Jean!" I explain desperately.
"Billie?!" she screams, standing up from the bed and walking angrily to the window, and looking out it, her arms folded.
"Yes, but listen! I came home to warn you!"
"Warn me about what? The fact you're cheating on me?"
"NO!" I yell, walking over to the window and standing next to her.
I pull at her arm, making her entire body turn to face me.
"Listen!" I command. "I'd never cheat on you!"
"But you did.." she whispers dejectedly, tears in her eyes. "You're just like Alex; a liar."
"Don't EVER compare me to that asshole again, you hear me?" I reply angrily, forcing her to look me dead in the eyes. "Cos I'm not even close to what he is!"
"I'll compare you to what I want, Michael. At least I'm decent enough not to cheat on someone that's been hurt enough already."
"I've not hurt you! Look, I'm explaining this to you now, and I don't care how much you interrupt me," I hiss.
"Try then, go on!" she challenges.
"Fine-"
"I can't believe you!-"
"I went to the doctors, to do my normal job-"
"You're nasty!-"
"And she was the last patient on my list, and-"
"Not listening, Jackson!-"
"She tried to get me to kiss her, cos she's still in love with me, and-"
"Blah, blah, blah!-"
"And then she chased me all around the building until I gave up-"
"In one ear, out the other-"
"And then she forced me into my doctor's office, and she kissed me over and over, and I couldn't stop her-"
"You are a liar.."
"And then I told her to come here, so I could prove it to you, so now she's in the car waiting, thinking we're actually gonna start something!"
"What?!" Becky windens her eyes and stars at me, walking away from the window, back to the bed.
Again, I follow her.
"Yeah, see, you heard that part," I scowl.
"Kinda hard not to, when you're screaming in my face," she retorts quietly, tears in her eyes.
I sit on the bed beside her, and place my arm around her. "Please believe me, though. I'm not cheating. You can go see outside if you don't believe me. Billie's out there, waiting for me to go get her, but I ain't going back. I did it on purpose, see. I've left her out there, waiting. I'm not going back, no way. I'm spending the night here with you. She'll either get bored of waiting and go home, or get bored of waiting and come inside, exposing herself. I'm not stupid enough to bring her here with you here, if I did like her. That's just ridiculous."
"I'm still doubting," she asserts.
"Come, see," I lift her from the bed, and lead her downstairs. I open the front door ajar, so Billie can't see us looking.
"There she is," I say, pointing at her in my car. She's spraying her mouth with a mint spray, ew.
Becky looks disgusted by this girl. She turns to me, with teary eyes. "You're nothing like Alex."
"I know," I reply, and she falls into my arms in a warm hug.
I stroke her blonde locks, and squeeze her tight. I know she feels guilty for pinning such a strong accusation on me, but I understand why she did.
I could never hurt this girl, she's my everything.
"I love you," I whisper into her ear.
She looks up at me, her face red from crying. "I love you too."
She looks out at Billie again. "Now I'm just gonna go kill her--"
"No you're not," I chuckle, pulling her back. "Let her stay there, lonely."
"Hmm-kay," she agrees, an evil look aimed at Billie.
"Now, should we go inside, and leave that one out there to entertain herself with fantasies of me?" I ask jokily, my voice quiet as not to break the soft, gentle atmosphere around us.
Becky nods, and, still with my arms around her, we walk into the living room.
We sit on the sofa, and cuddle close together.
She leans her head on my shoulder, and looks up to me. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
"Don't apologise," I reply. "I totally understand why you'd think I was cheating."
"And I'm sorry I compared you to the asshole that is Alex."
"Again, don't worry, baby. It's in the past now. If anything, I should be apologising. It was my plan that backfired."
"You're honestly gonna leave her outside for the night, until she gives up?"
"Oh yeah," I laugh. "She could steal my car or anything, but that would mean I would get mad at her, and she wouldn't want her "Mikey" to get mad at her now, would she?"
Becky chuckles. "She called you that?"
"Yep. It was really scary, acually. Should I tell you the full story?"
"Yes!" she smiles.
She's so beautiful when she smiles, I literally have no idea how she can't see that.
"Ok, well, I was doing my normal work, right, and the last patient on my list was.. her. I have no choice but to see any person that comes up on the list, so I had to call her in. She came saying she was sick because of this one guy, AKA me, and I said, "Oh, sorry, love-sick lunatics isn't my area of expertise," and she started coming closer to me, so I took a step back and fell onto the examination table. She got the wrong idea, and literally sat on top of me to stop me moving. I had no idea what to do, so I slapped her one and made an escape. I ended up in the cleaning supplies closet cos I was so desperate for a hiding place. But.. bleach had to spoil that for me. Cos I'm allergic to it, it made me sneeze, and gave me away. So she found me, and I ran from the closet to the corridor, until I eventually gave up, and then she caught up to me and started kissing me.. it was scary, and she cannot kiss to save her life," I shudder imagining it. "And I made her come here thinking we were gonna start something, but really, it was just to do what I'm doing now."
Becky looks fascinated by it all.
I'm gonna mess with her, just for fun.
I rub my cheek, right where she slapped it, and she pouts guiltily. "I'm sorry I slapped you, too. It was a heat-of-the-moment thing."
"Ugh," I whimper fakely. "Y'know, you really hit hard."
"I'm sorry," she frowns, caressing the area she hit.
"You don't have to apologise to me. Apologise to my poor cheek," I demand innocently, pouting to melt her perfect heart.
She smiles, and cups my face in her hands, before kissing my stinging cheek, then planting a soft kiss on my lips. "That better?"
"Y'know, you're the only person I know who can cure me, without being a doctor," I say softly, nuzzling her cheek with my nose.
"I got my training from you," she replies.
She's so cute, and wonderful, and perfect.
I cannot go a moment longer without showing her she's mine.
Without thinking, I cup her face in my hands and kiss her tenderly. No planning, I just go right in there and do it.
She exhales loudly in response to the suddeness of my action, but quickly gets used to it, as she wraps her arms around my neck shortly after.
I allow my curls to tickle her skin as we kiss, and she exhales through her nose and wrinkles her nose from the feeling.
I know she loves my curls, she's said it before.
That's what a lot of people comment on when meeting me.
"Oh, your curls are lovely!"
"Is that your natural hair?"
"Your hair is amazing!"
I'm used to it now, but only Becky makes me happy when she tells me things like that.
I pull away slowly, and look into her wonderful, icy-blue eyes.
This girl is my entire life.
"You look so cute in your PJs," I say, making her smile with embarrassment.
She can never take a compliment, so she always says a line to end the topic to avoid embarrassment.
"Whatever you say, Michael."
"Just remember one thing, ok?" I whisper, with a chuckle from her previous comment.
She nods in response, and nestles close to me. "Yes, Michael?"
"I would never, ever cheat on you. Especially not with Billie. Just remember that Billie Jean is not my lover - you are."
Little FYI, I've got a new story called Behind The Scenes. Go check it out if you want, thanks guys :3