~Michael's POV

I slam my door after another argument with Joseph. He keeps trying to convince me to record another album with my brothers, I told him I'm not doing it. My album has been number one for 48 weeks. He's only trying to capitalize off of my success from my own album. "I can't wait til I get outta this house and in my own place. I've HAD IT HERE!" I yell out. My nostrils flared with anger as Joseph burst in the room, charging the door open. "Since you've had it here... Why don't you leave? You wont help your family! You think your hot shit because you've got a number one album? Please!!" "Joseph get out of his room!" Mother yells. Joseph flashes another dirty look at me before walking out. I slam the door once more. I'm sick of this, whenever I reject his bad business deals, he pitches a fit.

I told myself I wouldn't bother Rayne today, just to give her some space, but I kinda needed her. "Hello?" Her soft voice answers, the sound of it even calms me down. "Can you come over?" I groan, the level of irritation clearly showing in my voice. "Yeah." She says with no hesitation and she hung up the phone. She's too good to me, I don't know what I did to deserve her but I'm glad.

"What's wrong? You sounded so angry on the phone." She says quietly walking in, her brows furrowed with concern. She sees me hanging my head lowly, staring at the ground. I feel the bed sink next to me and her arm draped over me. "Joseph." I explain. She heaves a heavy sigh, "Oh.." "It's because of the album. He wants me to sing with my brothers again. I don't want to! I'm sick of being in a group." I rant. I know there was nothing she could say that she hasn't already told me, but her being here was just enough. "Do you want me to talk to him?" She asks. My eyes widen, "Oh god, no! He's already hurt you once, I'll kill him if he hurts you again." I stroke her face. "Just stay here, take my mind off of it." She smirks, "Ok.." She looks around my room and goes to stand in front of my TV, going through my movies. "What's this?" She asks, pulling out my favorite one. My somber mood turns to excitement, "That's one of my favorites movies!" I smile standing next to her. "Peter Pan? I've never heard of it." She shrugs. "What?" I say shocked. "Well, I guess you've gotta watch it!" I pop the tape in and drag her into my arms on the bed.

She seemed intrigued the entire movie. "So what happened to his hand?" She asked. "Well, Peter Pan cut it off and fed it to the crocodile when they were in battle. That's why the crocodile follows Hook around because he's had a taste of him and now he wants the rest of him." I explain. She winces, "That's kinda dark.." "Eh." I respond, too into the movie. She seemed to take a liking to Tinker Bell, giggling at almost everything she did. "She told the lost boys to shoot Wendy down?" She giggles. "Yeah, she's very protective over Peter.. Especially when it's another woman. Kinda like you." I smirk. "Oh shut up." She grins, playfully hitting me.

She was asleep before the end of the movie, I don't think me playing in her hair helped her stay awake. I smile as she stirs awake, her beautiful eyes meeting mine. "Is the movie over?" She whispered. "Yeah, you missed the ending, sleepyhead." I smile softly. She chuckles, "sorry.." "It's alright, Just gives me an excuse to make you watch it again later." I grin. "Hey Mike, can we talk to you for a second?" Jackie peeks his head in the door. I groan and sluggishly walk towards the door, closing it behind me. "What?" I say in an aggravated tone. Jackie walks towards the living room and I see all of my brothers and sisters sitting with Joseph standing behind them. I scoff, "What is this an intervention?" "No Mike, but we do think that you should be working with your family a little more." "What?" I repeat. "You think your better than us because you've got a number one album?" Jermaine replies. I roll my eyes, "I never said that, you guys just keep assuming it. Listen, I dont know what your problems are, and I personally don't care. My album is successful and it's sad that I can get a room full of jealousy and confrontation before a congratulatory handshake from my own family. I'm going to the studio to work on another album and this one will be better than the last." I argue, walking towards the stairs to go back to Rayne. "But that's where you're wrong, you're contracted for another album and another tour with "The Jacksons" under me." Joseph explains, a smug smile appearing on his face. I forgot about the contract, here I was just focused on the family side, I forgot all about the business side of this. I HAD to do this album and tour. I shoot a dirty look at all of them before silently agreeing and stomping back up the stairs. Either way, I'm going to put out another solo album. I'm determined to rid my name as "Little Michael Jackson." or "Michael Jackson of the Jackson 5." I simply wanted to be "Michael Jackson the solo artist."

~Rayne's POV

His bedroom door swings open and he flops on to the bed behind me, startling me. "What happened?" I ask. "I have to do it..." he mumbles. "What?" "I HAVE TO DO IT." he repeats. "Do what?" I ask. "The tour, the album, everything. I have no choice. I signed a contract." He groans. "Oh.. well, get a lawyer! I'll ask my dad about his lawyer, maybe he can help you out." I suggest. "You think he can get me outta this?" Michael whines, placing his head on my lap. I giggle, "Yes you big baby. I think so, but I'm not sure. In the meantime, you keep working on your album and make your own name." I play with his short curls for a while before he leans upward. "I trust you." he says shortly before pulling me down to meet his lips.

He stands to get dressed for the studio as I decide to go back to my house. I skip down the stairs and through the living room. "When did you get here?" Joseph says. "Uh, I've been here since about 12. Jackie let me in." I explain, my feet almost frozen where I stood. Joseph gives me another look before walking off. I kept replaying the conversation we had the other day at the mailbox and ever since then, I haven't really wanted to come over that often. I didn't wanna look like something I'm not. "Rayne, can you please talk to Mike. He's letting that album get to his head. He belongs with us." Jermaine whispers to me. I throw my head back in frustration. " This is not my issue, this is a family thing. You guys have to work this out yourselves, I can't do it for you." "But you're the only one that can actually get through his thick skull. He actually listens to you." Jermaine basically pleaded. I never trusted Jermaine, he always seemed jealous of Michael, all because Michael ended up being the star of the show. "He listens to his mom. Ask her!" I suggest before walking away. I hear Jermaine suck his teeth and utter something under his breath, I wasnt in the mood to fight today so I brushed it off.

***

A couple weeks later, Michael comes over after calling me, saying he had a gift for me and he wanted me to listen to a track he recorded with Paul McCartney. He was extremely excited, because the Beatles are one of his favorite bands. "Mike's here." My dad calls from downstairs. I walk down stairs to see Michael grinning from ear to ear. He was smiling so hard, he could've split his face. "What's up with the crazy, wide smile?" I giggle. "I got to work with Paul McCartney today, it's so amazing watching him come up with lyrics the way I do. We work so similar! He says we may do one more song together, if I'm up for it!" He says, his hands full with a big box."That's so great Michael!" I grin, pecking his cheek. I lead him to the dining room so he can place it on the table and he removes the top. He reveals a black jacket with Tinkerbell on the back of it. "Aww Mike! It's so cute!" I squeal, lifting the jacket to examine it more. Underneath my jacket was a bigger one, with Peter Pan on it. "That one is mine." He smiles. "This is adorable Michael. Thank you.." I nod my head. "Now everyone will know who the 'Tink' to my 'Peter pan' is." He grins proudly. Nobody except for family and friends knew that Michael and I were dating, It wasn't even public. He likes privacy and so do I, so for him to want our relationship to be public, meant something to me. "Are you sure you're ready for that? I mean, for our relationship to be open like this?" He asks. "As ready as I can be." I shrug. "Now, tell me about this track!" I say with excitement. He pulls out his cassette and rushes to the small radio Dad keeps in the kitchen and hits play.

Every night she walks right in my dreams,
Since I met her from the start,
I'm so proud I am the only one,
Who is special in her heart.

The girl is mine,
The doggone girl is mine.
I know she's mine,
Because the doggone girl is mine.

"Your voice sounds great Mike!" I smile. "Thanks.. shh shh shh! Listen!" He says excitedly.

I don't understand the way you think,
Saying that she's yours not mine,
Sending roses and your silly dreams,
Really just a waste of time.

Because she's mine,
The doggone girl is mine.
Don't waste your time,
Because the doggone girl is mine.

My mouth gaped open, "Is that Paul?" I couldnt hold in my squeal. "I have such high expectations for this album Rayne. Off the wall did well, but this one will be historic! I know it. It's gonna sell 100,000 records." He tosses his hands up, exaggerating his statement. "This is gonna be the one to separate me for sure." He continues. "I need you to come with me to the studio, there's a song I wanna record. But I need you there." I frown, "Why do you need me?" He gives me a grin, "Inspiration" his arm wraps around my waist, as I pull away giggling. "Oh no! last time I came, you called me a distraction!" "You are a distraction!" He laughs, "But this time you're inspiration." I grumble playfully. "I guess.. Is that why you came with gifts?" His eyes shift around, "Maybe.. but it's too late you already agreed!" He says practically dragging me out the door.

***

Once we get to the studio, I was greeted by Quincy and Michael's engineer. "You got her to come! Good job smelly!" Quincy smiles. "Nice to see you again Rayne" "Nice to see you too Quincy.. and I was basically kidnapped" I laugh. "But you're here now, so follow me.." Michael smiles, grasping my hand and pulling me into the booth with him. I frown "Michael I am NOT singing, or talking, or even BREATHING in that microphone." He laughs, "You sure arent, I've heard you sing!" He teases, sheilding himself from my hits. "But you arent here for that. I told you.. You're my inspiration for this piece." I watch him unconvinced as he places the headphones on his head. "Quincy, play track 6 please." he asks. He places his finger to his lips motioning me to keep quiet as he begins to sing.

"There'll be no darkness tonight,
Lady our love will shine,
(Lighting the night).

Just put your trust in my heart,
And meet me in paradise,
(Now is the time), girl.

You're every wonder in this world to me..
A treasure time won't steal away.

So listen to my heart,
Lay your body close to mine,
Let me fill you with my dreams,
I can make you feel alright.
And baby through the years,
Gonna love you more each day,
So I promise you tonight,
That you'll always be the lady in my life."

He wraps his arm around the lower side of my waist as he continues to sing, I was blushing so hard my face may have been purple instead of red. Luckily it was just he and I behind a curtain, Nobody could see the slight embarrassment on my face. I felt his hands run up my spine slowly as he got to the end and I continued to watch him sing over his background vocals. His eyes closed and his facial expression looked vaguely familar to the one he makes when we're having sex. I just so happened to look down and see a small bulge slowly protruding outward. As he continued to sing, his hand ran up and down my arm and his bulge grew bigger and bigger. Did he know he was turning himself on while singing? Was this something that always happened? I cover my face trying not to giggle out loud. He continued to sing until his words were nothing but "Ooh baby's" I have to admit, given the circumstances, the song sounded amazing.

The song finally ended and he opened his eyes, the bulge in his pants disappeared and I was sitting there looking stuck. He grins "Are you ok?" I simply nod, keeping my mouth covered. "Oh God are you embarrassed?" He chuckles sympathetically, pecking my forehead. He really didn't know he got hard from the song. I try harder to keep my composure, but this situation was hilarious to me. We exit the booth and Quincy stares from Michael to me and back again. "I dont know what the heck went on behind that curtain but that was phenomenal!" Quincy shouted. At that point, I burst out laughing. Quincy smirks "That just gave me my answer." Michael chuckles, "Oh please, Nothing happened. I just sang, like normal." I decided to leave it alone. If that was his process of putting out amazing music then so be it. "Well, this song will definitley make sure you are no longer 'Little Michael Jackson.'" Quincy says. "Good." Michael nods.

Should Rayne have said something about Michael's "situation"? LOL, I thought this would be funny. I heard a story about how when MJ saw something or heard something he really liked, he would start moaning like it was a sexual satisfaction. I think it's cute that it happens to him and I do wonder if he ever noticed it. I hope you're enjoying the story. It's actually almost over but Im debating writing a sequel to it. Depending on how well this story does. Anyway, make sure you leave lots of comments and Likes! Until next chapter!

-DangerousDreams58