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Along with some musicians, technicians, video crews, retinue, assistants, and organizers that were in the studio, brainstorming how to make this song work.

Michael huffed as Lionel played on the piano whilst Stevie suggested some melodies.

He sang along with Lionel to make a vocal guide for the other artists that they had planned to ask to collaborate on this single.

Michael sat down, waving to Stevie as his cousin left, leaving him, Lionel, and Quincy in the studio. Quincy stood up with a groan, stretching his back.

“I’m gonna go smoke, y’all keep brainstorming now.”

“Hey, stay here and help us, man!” Lionel retorted.

Quincy rolled his eyes playfully, pointing at the two of them.

“This y’all fault, y’all kept just playing and goofing around for months, now you stressed. You ain’t gonna get me stressed either.”

He said as Michael let out a laugh at Lionel just accepting Quincy’s answer with a sag on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, smelly. We can do this.” Michael laughed out, amused and excited to let this song create itself.

“It’s gonna be real hard to do this, Mike…we haven’t even created the list yet of the artists we want to join in.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Uhh…” Lionel grabbed a notepad and skimmed through it.

“Ray Charles, Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Bruce Springsteen…”

Michael nodded as he played around with the equalizer board, making the beats and sounds that came to his brilliant mind. He took a sip of his orange juice.

“— Tina Turner, Dionne Warwick…and I was really hoping to get (Name) (Last) on the song but her management hasn’t responded yet.”

Michael’s eyes bulged out of his skull, thank god he was wearing his sunglasses, he was so surprised that he almost spat out his orange juice.

Lionel sighed whilst Michael wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“I know, she’s gonna be a hard one to ask, and it would be a miracle if she came. I heard she’s on a break or something after her tour a few months ago…”

Michael stayed weirdly silent for a long moment — staring into something, thinking.

Lionel snapped his fingers in front of Michael’s vision, snapping the young man out of whatever deep thought he was in.

“You alright, Mike? It is getting pretty late…you should probably go home and get some rest—“

“I can get (Name) Ja- (Last) to join in.”

Lionel blinked once, then twice.

“How?”

“Just trust me, I have my ways, smelly. Plus I have a feeling she’ll love what the purpose of this song is, she’s a humanitarian.”

“What?? What are you gonna do — charm her?”

Michael almost nodded.

He put his hand on Lionel’s shoulder, patting him firmly.

“Just trust me.”

———————

“Baby? I’m back!” Michael called out into the hallway of the Hayvenhurst home.

He took off his sunglasses and coat, going up the stairs and opening his bedroom door.

There, he saw you — his lady, his beautiful wife. Holding yours and his newborn.

You were fully knocked out from the joyful yet endlessly tiring journey of motherhood.

You wore a well-worn out maternity shirt, his flannel pajamas, mismatched socks and a pair — well, one slipper on your left foot.

Your hair was messy, framing your face as you snored.

Michael held back a giggle. You had started to snore after you gave birth, so many things about you changed.

From you performing in extravagant and glamorous outfits that clung onto your figure as you danced fiercely for millions — to now, where you were just a mother, caring for your child with the most precious smile on your face.

He caressed your cheek, he thought that you were the most beautiful right now.

“Michael…? Oh, welcome back, honey…sorry, I didn’t even realize that you came back home…”

You said, yawning as your baby slept in your arms soundly.

Michael took the newborn from your arms and cradled them in his, cooing softly, smiling as he held the whole world in his arms.

You smiled, blinking slowly.

“Sorry I came home later than usual, baby.” Michael whispered softly, taking your hand in his free one and kissing your knuckles.

“It’s okay.” You murmured as you sat up, rubbing your eyes, you then huffed when you saw the stains on your shirt.

Michael laughed. “Seems like the little one was giving you a hell of a time.”

“The little bugger’s just been so fussy lately…” You smiled. “But I wouldn’t exchange even one second of being with our baby for the world.”

Michael’s eyes shined, his heart swelling with affection and love for his family.

You snickered as you wiped Michael’s eyes. Oh gosh, was he crying? He didn’t even notice.

“I’m starting to think you were the one who gave birth to our baby, Michael…you even cried and looked more in pain when I was in labor.”

“I couldn’t handle seeing you like that…” He almost shouted before quieting down with a sheepish smile.

“I was in labor for like 5 minutes and our kid just popped out like a dream.”

“5 minutes too long.”

You and Michael laughed softly, keeping your giggles down as your baby slept in their daddy’s arms comfortably.

“Anyway…how’s it going with Lionel and Q, honey? Is the song scratched out of your mind now?”

Michael smiled slightly, standing up as he put the baby in the crib gently.

“Yeah…yep.”

“Michael. You have something to ask don’t you?”

Michael chuckled, you always read him so easily.

He sat back down next to you. “I know it might be too soon but…do you think you can perform with us for this song?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Well, what is it for?”

“Charity.” The brightest smile graced upon his face, making you blush and smile too. He grasped your hands in his. “We’re gonna raise money for the children and people in Africa who are suffering from famine.”

“Oh, Michael…of course, I will.” You said softly as you kissed his hands, he looked elated. “Plus, it’s been 3 months since the public saw me — I’m pretty sure some people think I’m dead.”

You and Michael laughed. He then pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips. You then moved your head, kissing him properly with the same amount of gentleness — revering each other with such love and understanding.

You both then pulled away.

Michael couldn’t hide how excited he was, his feet tapping and shifting on the carpet, you adored that look on his handsome face.

“It’s gonna be so amazing — 46 of the greatest artists of all time are gonna join us-“

Your eyes almost fell out of your skull.

“Wait- hold up now, applehead-“

“Hm?”

“You said what now?”

“46 of the greatest artists of all time are gonna join us? Including you and I.”

You stared at Michael incredulously.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes honey. We need all the traction we can get so that when we donate the proceeds, it’ll be more than enough to aide every family.”

Your shock was then replaced with a smile on your face, you laughed.

“Alright then. But are you sure you can keep your hands to yourself Mr. Jackson?”

“Absolutely. 100 percent to the millions and infinity.”

You raised an eyebrow as Michael scoffed playfully.

“Just so you know, I’m a professional, Ms. Jackson…or should I say, Ms. (Last).”

“Righttt…our management team will have a heart attack if the media finds out anything about us. Plus…I still wanna keep private about us. I like the quiet.”

Michael grinned, letting you rest your head on his sturdy shoulder.

“Me too. I treasure these moments more than anything.”

“Let’s just try to keep our distance when we film the song.” You suggested as Michael’s smile softened a little.

“Of course. Here’s the guide.” He said softly as he handed you a tape.

You looked up at his expression and caressed his hand.

“You sure you can do this?”

“Yeah…plus, I can have my hands all over you afterwards.”

“Michael!”

———————

January 28, 1985.

You were at the American Music Awards, after 3 months of basically disappearing from the public eye, the media was clamoring and shaking in excitement as they saw you again.

The cameras flashed heavily as you arrived on the red carpet, wearing a silk dress in your favorite color with gold embellishments that secretly reminded you of Michael’s own style.

You smiled softly as the photographers took photos of you, your eyes easily adjusting to the flashes.

The other biggest artists at the venue then greeted you warmly, giving you hugs and asking if you were alright. You were more than alright.

Tina Turner then called out to you, you let out an excited laugh as you saw one of your idols and your dear friend after a long time, you gave her a warm hug.

“Tina! I missed you…” “I missed you too, sugar.” She then lowered her voice as you smiled.

“Where’s Michael?” “Oh, he’s preparing for the song, y’know.” You whispered back to her as she then thumbs upped and ushered you to sit down next to her.

She was one of the only few people who knew about yours and Michael’s secret — the biggest secret in Hollywood.

After a while, Lionel was up on stage hosting the award show. You could tell that he was a bit stressed from arranging the secret biggest night of pop.

He then announced your name as the winner of the Favorite Pop/Rock Female Artist. You went up on stage, a bit surprised that you were even nominated because you’ve been in a break for a long time in Hollywood standards.

———————

Michael looked around him, taking a break from recording his solo parts in the song whilst he sipped warm water. He then switched on the television to the channel broadcasting the award show.

He felt a sense of pride and joy well up in him as he watched you go up on stage, looking so beautiful and just positively radiating, accepting the award from Lionel.

His gaze was fixiated on you. You were his wife. His wife. God, even after all this time he can’t believe it.

You were about to give your speech when suddenly a technician came in.

He almost choked on air as he hastily switched the channel to a random cooking show, he cleared his throat awkwardly — adjusting his sunglasses.

The technician just looked at him weirdly and they sighed. “Uh…the artists will be coming soon, Mr. Jackson, please prepare.”

He just gave them a stiff thumbs up.

Michael then let out a cartoonish breath that he was holding when they left.

He wiped his hands on his slacks.

Maybe this was gonna be harder than he thought…

———————

After the award show, late into the night, Lionel finally arrived at the recording venue with 46 of the greatest artists of all time. From Bob Dylan all the way to Huey Nelson, almost every legend arriving to support in this cause.

Michael’s heart warmed at all the different artists greeting each other warmly, showing each other support. It was such a spiritual moment.

Lionel then went up to Michael. A smile on the older man’s face, as Michael adjusted his glasses.

“Isn’t this just amazing Mike? …This is gonna be great.”

“I know.”

Lionel then counted all of the artists in the room and sighed. You still haven’t arrived yet.

Suddenly, Tina let out an excited laugh as she saw you enter.

You hugged her as the other artists greeted you, excited that you were performing with them.

Lionel patted Michael’s back, making him laugh.

“Did you really convince her to join us?!”

“Yeah…y’know, worked my magic, that type of thing.”

You then walked up to Lionel, giving the man a warm handshake and small hug.

“Thanks for joining us, (Last)!”

You smiled a little tightly at that, it took you every fiber in your body not to correct him.

“Just call me (Name). And it’s a pleasure.” You said softly.

You then turned towards Michael, a professional smile on both of your faces but a trained eye could see the secret tension in both of your eyes.

You held out your hand to him and he shook it firmly — holding the grip a second too long.

“Thank you for inviting me to such a wonderful cause, Mr. Jackson.” You said politely, but you had a hint of something in your tone, making Michael bite his lower lip and smile.

“It wouldn’t have been perfect without you Ms…(Last).”

He said, his voice deepening a little at the end.

Your eyes were half lidded as you smiled and turned away, you walked away with his eyes behind his sunglasses trailing you. He hated to see you leave…but for sure loved to watch you go —

“Man, only you can bring the (Name) (Last) out of a break.” Lionel laughed out as Michael snapped out of it.

“I guess so…” He chuckled out.

Lionel then clapped his hands loudly, calling everyone’s attention to start the filming process.

You and Michael stood far away from each other, but you both eyed each other with amused and hidden looks.

———————

Irritated was the most mild way that you could describe how Michael felt in this moment. His leg bounced restlessly on the floor as he listened to each artist sing their lines.

It was like everyone was suddenly off-tune and tone deaf.

He had a tight lipped smile as he murmured to Quincy, “One more time.”

You glanced at Michael and closed your eyes, holding back your laughter, your nostrils flaring.

To everyone, he looked like he was happy, afterall he was smiling right?

But please, of all the years you’ve two been together, there has been no person more obvious that they were mad than your husband.

Difference of Michael happy and irritated:

Michael being happy; moving or shuffling to the music, his smile reaches his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Michael being irritated; just stands there. Stares. His smile turns into one of someone who works in retail.

And that was what he was exactly doing right now.

You cleared your throat as you gathered up the strength to not laugh.

Michael let out a slow, very deep sigh that was disguised as a deep breath.

“Um…wait. Stop. What if we let (Name) sing the chorus?” He suggested to Quincy.

You perked your head up at the mention of you, catching Michael’s gaze. You smiled a little. “No problem for me.” You said softly.

You held back another laugh when you saw how visibly relaxed Michael became when you agreed.

“We are the world, we are the children…We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let’s start giving.” You sang out beautifully, your voice was confident and healing, making Michael finally smile up to his eyes.

Then his smile gradually disappeared when Bob Dylan sang after you, his voice cracking.

You swear you almost shed a tear in front of the camera, your shoulders shook slightly when you saw in your peripheral Michael’s face.

Lionel rubbed his temples. “Uh, can we get another take? Sorry.” He said as he looked at you with an apologetic smile, you shook your head.

You and Stevie then helped Bob Dylan try to get his confidence back, to let his voice out. Michael stared at you with amazement, even with others — you were so caring. The next take went on with ease.

———————

After a while, you were all finally almost done with the filming and recording of the song. All the artists were currently taking a break. Including you and Michael.

You were sat in a chair near a plant as Michael leaned on the wall next to you, his pant leg brushing against your arm a little.

You bit your lower lip, your willpower was wavering real hard. You’ve been holding back your laugh for almost 2 hours.

Michael glanced at you, a small pout on his face.

“Baby…what are you laughing at?” He murmured quietly.

You sniffled and hid your mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Baby…”

“Sorry, applehead — it’s just that…” Your voice shook slightly as you inhaled slowly.

“Your face is so obvious that you’re irritated.”

“What?” He sputtered out quietly. “I’ve been smiling though…”

“Yeah. But then you suddenly stop moving and just stare…” You said with your eyes closed, as if that would stop you from replaying the memory.

Michael couldn’t hold back his own chuckle. “Sorry, it’s just that what kind of notes are they even hitting? Are those even notes…”

You clenched your jaw at that, shoulders shaking as you stood up.

He smiled at you as you turned around and laughed without sound at the wall.

You then turned around with tears rolling down your face. You dabbed them with a napkin.

Michael then secretly hooked his pinky with yours.

“Try to keep holding back your laugh to yourself, baby.”

“Okay. I can’t promise you but…I’ll try. Talk to you later.” You whispered as you walked away.

Michael smiled to himself, his irritation melting away briefly from his body. He was really happy that you were here, if not — he probably would’ve combusted.

———————

Michael could almost cry, they were about to be done with recording, just the bridge and chorus with all the artists left.

It had only been a few hours, but it felt like years. Retake after retake…he couldn’t wait to go home and relax with you.

He adjusted the headphones on his ears, he thumped his foot to the tempo of the song.

The cameras then started rolling.

“When you’re down and out, there seems no hope at all…” He sang out beautifully.

Making you and Tina smile where you guys were sitting on the couch.

.

.

.

“BUT IF YOU JUST BELIEVE THERE’S NO WAY WE CAN FALLLL”

Oh my god.

“WAH, WAH, WELLL LET US REALIZE THAT CHANGE CAN ONLY COMEEEE”

You lowered your head as Michael started scooching and slowly walking away from that mess.

“WHEN WE…”

The three then all sang together ‘beautifully’

“STAND TOGETHER AS ONEEE”

“YEAHHH”

You stood up promptly when Quincy stopped the recording, going outside.

You hear someone close the door behind you and you see Michael.

Michael couldn’t hold back anymore and almost fell to his knees, laughing. He didn’t know if he was irritated anymore because what the hell was that??

You burst out laughing next to him, almost falling into his arms.

Well, this night was just perfect.

———————

Finally, it was the group chorus with all of the artists. You all stood together, and coincidentally, you and Michael got to stand together.

You smiled a little and he did too, the cameras then started rolling as you all sang together.

You suddenly felt something hook onto your pinky, and you already knew it was Michael’s own pinky. You secretly squeezed his, making his lips quirk up as he just lipsync’d to everything now.

You were obviously captured by the camera laughing for a brief second but Michael didn’t care for a retake anymore.

Plus, you looked so beautiful when you laughed.

.

.

.

Extra:

You and Michael woke up the next day, your management had sent you the photos that were taken during filming. You shuffled through them, admiring Michael’s candid photos with an affectionate smile and so did Michael for your photos.

You then looked at the group photos and raised an eyebrow. In every single one with you and Michael in it…he was obviously staring at you despite his glasses blocking his vision.

“Michael.”

“Hm?”

You held up a photo of him blatantly staring at you in the back whilst you laughed with Tina, the biggest, love-struck smile on his face.

“Oh…oops.” He said cheekily as he looked at yoh with that same smile.

You couldn’t help but blush and smack his shoulder playfully. “You’re too obvious.”

“I can’t help it — you’re my wife!”

———————

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In July that year, the filming of Captain EO begun. You were dressed in an alien, futuristic looking costume. You applied your own eyeliner and happily started rehearsing with Michael, giggling with him as he did dramatic poses.

After a brief freak out when you met the Anjelica Huston who was acting as your 'captor' slash secretly your mother in the film --

"Oh my god! A...ANJELICA HUSTON-" "Hello dear, you look so cute in your alien costume." "OH MY GOD."

-- filming finally started.

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You watched as the cameras followed Michael, or should we call him, Captain EO, when he traversed through the dark jungle of wires and abandoned machinery. You then stood in your spot as the director yelled out 'action'!

Captain EO brushed the wires that were hanging from the ceiling as he came across you, the alien princess, Princess (Name), the beauty that remained in the desolate world conquered by the Supreme Leader, an evil witch.

He was sent to this world to rescue you from her grasp and bring you to another paradise planet. You sang the melody of "Another Part of Me" to yourself as you sat in your cage, looking solemn and dimmed by the destruction of the environment around you.

"Princess (Name)!" Captain EO called out to you as you snapped your head up. You held on to the bars of your cage, as he and his ragtag team ran over to you.

"Who...who are you?" You asked softly as Captain EO looked at you, admiring your beauty. "I am Captain EO, this is my crew." He said as he pointed to the different creatures.

"This is Fuzzball." The creature flew to you and buzzed.

"This is Idey and Ody." "Hi Princess!" The two geex said in unison.

"Major and Minor Domo." The larger robot bowed to you whilst the smaller one made robotic, happy noises.

You smiled in wonder as you looked at the peculiar crew. You then snapped your head to the side as an elephant-like creature clumsily slipped. You giggled as Captain EO rolled his eyes.

"Hooter! Be careful.." "S-Sorry!"

"Well...how could you have ever come here to my planet?"

"We were tasked to come and rescue you, Princess (Name)!"

"Rescue...me? I don't need any rescuing, only this planet does."

The two geex made confused noises. Captain EO held your hand through the bars. "What do you mean, princess?"

"Don't you see all the destruction and sadness around you?"

"Then...how can I restore it back?"

You smiled at him and caressed his hand, making his eyes shimmer.

"With love."

Hooter then suddenly bumped onto something, setting off a chain of alarms and making Princess (Name)'s cage suspended up in the air, you screamed as the guards started surrounding Captain EO.

"Hooter!" "Sorry Captain!"

The sequence of Captain EO and the Supreme Leader then started, with Captain EO fighting the guards and using his powers, turning them into dancers, aiding him in defeating the evil witch.

Princess (Name) then started to jump on her cage, trying to free herself, causing it to drop to the ground and open. Captain EO tried to rush to her side, but was zapped by the Supreme Leader's powers.

The Supreme Leader then used her wires to grab Princess (Name), you screamed and thrashed in her grasp. "Mother! Let the power and beauty of love heal you!" You yelled out as the Supreme Leader cackled.

"Love...Love is pointless without power, my daughter! I will reign supreme in a world full of pain and evil!"

"Don't you see all the harm you've caused? What is the point of power, when you are all alone?" You cried out as you then fainted due to the Supreme Leader's wires tightening around you.

The evil witch gasped, seemingly realizing what she had done, she let go of you, and you fell into Captain EO's arms.

"Princess...!" "What have I done...?!" Captain EO then brushed your hair away from your face, closing his eyes.

He leaned in, and pressed his lips to your forehead, using his powers to bring you back.

A beat passed, and the Supreme Leader wailed as you weren't waking up. "My daughter!" She cried, her tears then fell onto you.

Magically, your eyes opened, and you looked up at Captain EO, a smile on your face.

He smiled in relief, hugging you as the Supreme Leader recoiled. You stood next to him.

"Don't you see mother? Love is the ultimate power! It's the only way to change our world -- for the better." You said as the dancers came back.

You and Captain EO then danced to "Another Part of Me", you then aided him to fly up to your mother using your powers. He then used his powers to transform her back into the beautiful woman she was, your mother.

She floated back down, her attire now soft, flowy, and colorful. You immediately ran to her arms, crying as she cradled the back of your head. "Oh Mother! You've returned!" "I have. And so will this planet." She said as she used her powers to restore the beauty of the world.

You gasped as the colors all shimmered around you, you smiled as Captain EO looked at you in amazement, your entire attire transformed back to its beautiful, colorful form. You looked at Captain EO, the brightest smile on your faces as you ran into his arms.

Your mother smiled as he twirled you around. You laughed joyfully as you held onto him. He then lowered you down.

"You were right, princess...with love, anything is possible." He whispered as he caressed your cheek.

You held your breath, he wiped your tears away gently as he leaned in and kissed you.

It was the most blissful, gentle kiss you've ever recieved in your life. And you felt that it was going a bit off-script when Captain EO- Michael, deepened it a little. You blushed and pulled away first, snapping Michael back into character.

Your manager read out all the titles in the tabloids to you, their voice raising up gradually.

You groaned as you rubbed your temples, your head was spinning. It was too early to be yelled at like this by your management. You barely even got any sleep last night because you were busy reading and responding to the fan mail that was sent to you.

You adjusted your sunglasses on your nose as your manager almost ripped out their own hair when another phone call came in. They slammed their hand on the hang up button, took a deep breath, and sat back down -- panting.

"(Name). I'm about to die over here...I've been working day and night trying to maintain your image...but look at this!"

They shouted out as they showed a photo of you with powder on your nose, conveniently, the press cropped out your hands that were holding your compact powder.

You just blinked your dry eyes behind your shades, irritating your manager even more. You shoved your hands in your bomber jacket, scratching the back of your neck. "You know that those aren't true though..." You murmured.

Your manager just let out a sigh and nodded. "I know. You're a good kid, (Name). But you have to be careful when paparazzi is around -- they love to twist the image of you. Especially since you just released your new album trying out that new drab style of yours..."

You pouted a little. "Hey...it's my style. Fans love it."

Your manager finally cracked a smile and just chuckled. Suddenly the intercom turned on.

"-- The press is here, they're asking if its true that (Name) kissed a fan last night and had a baby with him?"

The receptionist of the building said tiredly, used to the shenanigans of the press. Your manager let out the longest exhale and looked at you.

You looked away, out the window. "Man...it's such a beautiful day-"

"(Name)."

"I just gave him a smooch on the cheek, jeez, it's not like I can get pregnant from that."

Your manager shed a tear down their cheek as they pressed the intercom button.

"Nancy. Just close the doors. And bring me my wine."

You smiled sheepishly. "It's nine in the morning..." You murmured as they sat down.

"Exactly..."

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Michael hummed as he sat with the producers of Captain EO in a meeting, he drummed his pen on the table as he wrote on a random piece of paper. He was currently writing the lyrics for Another Part of Me, letting the words and melodies come to him.

"-- We still haven't chosen who should play as the damsel in distress. Do any of you have any ideas?" The director asked as everyone looked at each other, shrugging and brainstorming.

"We need someone who has a unique look and style that fits the film."

"Also someone who can bring traction to this."

"She needs to contrast Michael."

"True. Maybe someone with a cute vibe...?"

They all said their ideas in the meeting room as Michael adjusted his glasses, thinking as well. Who could be the perfect fit for that role?

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You awkwardly smiled as you watched your manager rip a bunch of article papers sent to the studio. You grabbed one of the front page covers, a look of amusement in your eyes.

"(NAME) (LAST): BIGGEST HEIFER IN HOLLYWOOD?! DATING MARRIED ACTOR!"

Your manager took that cover page from your hands and ripped it apart too, making you chuckle.

"Relax. You look like you're gonna combust a nerve..."

Their eye just twitched as a vein appeared on their forehead.

"You've only shook this guy's hand! How...in what world..."

Your manager could practically run over the paparazzi outside the studio right now if it was legal. You patted their arm gently.

"Why don't you head on home? Take a leave or something. I'm just gonna be here all night, making music."

Your manager gave you a look, staring at you like you made the most preposterous claim ever.

"Are you serious."

"Yeah."

"That wasn't a question. You know that if you even make one teeny tiny decision and the paparazzi finds out, they're gonna exaggerate it! Next thing you know they're gonna write that you're actually the dictator of Nicaragua and you've built a bomb to destroy the United States."

You held back a laugh at that. They furrowed their brows.

"I'm serious, (Name)! What if-"

"What iff..." You hummed out as you started giving their coat and things, pushing them out the door. "...you go home and take a nap."

"But-"

"Ah. Ah. No buts. This is an order from your boss."

Your manager stared at you blankly as you chuckled sheepishly.

"Sorry. But, seriously...go home. I'll be okay. I won't do anything crazy."

"Promise?" They said whilst giving in, sighing.

"I promise. Go home."

"Alright...be a good kid, (Name)." They said as they smiled and patted your shoulder. You were always caring and kind, they knew that ever since you started performing as a child -- even now, although your style was portrayed as demonic in the media.

You watched as your manager close the door. Once the soundproof door closed, the telephone rang.

You answered the call.

"Hello?"

...

"Sure, why not?"

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Your manager shed a tear as they watched you get ready for an interview. Not just any interview. But an interview with Oprah out of all people. On International TV. They let out the most agonizing and longest sigh of their life. This was the last time they would ever leave you alone.

You hummed happily as you finished getting ready, wearing leather clothes, belt buckles, and dark eyeliner. You smiled sheepishly as you saw your manager glare at you without saying a single word.

"Don't be mad at me...I did this so that I can clear things up with the press and stuff."

"You...I...You- You've never even gotten an interview all by yourself yet!"

"Relax. I'll just say the truth, and nothin' but the truth."

"Miss (Last), you're on in 30 seconds!"

"Oh, I gotta go, wish me luck!" You said cheerfully as you gave them a hug, they weakly hugged you back, watching you go to the main stage of the Oprah Winfrey show.

They just bit their fist and sat down, they should really take your advice and go on vacation.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the alternative princess of Hollywood, the most anticipated artists to have ever come on this show -- (Name) (Last)!"

You were so tense and nervous as you walked out to sit down in front of Oprah and the live audience. The audience cheered, and it slowly quieted down as they saw your face. To them, you had the coldest, most intimidating glare in your eyes.

When really you were about to cry and shake from being so nervous. It didn't help that you were kinda shy too.

Oprah let out an awkward laugh, "What an intense look from our (Name) over here! So tell us, what made you agree to be on the show for an interview?"

"To set things straight." You mustered up that statement with all your courage.

The audience awkwardly looked at each other as Oprah smiled, looking back and forth at the prompter in front of her.

"Soo...you know that the media has been in a frenzy over you for the past months! Tell us, are any of those rumors true?"

"Which ones?"

"Well, let's start with the one about you apparently dating an a-tier actor who's married!" The audience all gasped dramatically.

"I'm not dating anyone right now..." You said whilst cracking an awkward smile. Oprah nodded at your response.

"Really? But in the past -- did you date a married actor?"

"No...to be honest, I haven't went on a date in years or even had a boyfriend really...just like...dates or hangouts with people."

The audience seemed surprised at that, even Oprah.

"Really? But the press always has photos of you with different actors and singers!"

"Well...y'know, I'm an artist too. Most of the time, the paparazzi takes these photos at events where those artists and I just meet and shake hands."

Oprah nodded as the audience was starting to rethink everything they were consuming from the tabloids.

"What about you doing drugs? Like...cocaine." Oprah asked as you laughed at the absurdity of it.

"I do tours all the time...if I did hard drugs, I'd be at my worst health. And I wanna give my best to my fans, they mean the world to me." You responded with a small smile.

The audience felt their hearts swell at the surprisingly adorable answer you gave.

"What about the rumors that Madonna apparently called you a crazy b-word? What's up with that?"

"Um...I don't know. I never worked with her to be honest...I did talk to her about maybe collaborating, but it never came to fruition."

Oprah had a surprised smile on her face as the audience was letting out shocked noises.

You let out a small, shy chuckle. "We never worked together because the press around me was so bad. I didn't want her reputation to be potentially ruined 'cuz of me..."

The audience let out aww's at your answer.

"Now I don't know what to believe...well, what about you being captured drunk in Hollywood Boulevard?"

You just smiled at that and laughed. "Yeah...I was wasted. But I wasn't trying to cause trouble. I just way too many pinot noirs." You said sheepishly as the audience laughed.

Oprah chuckled. "Well...I guess you really have set things straight here, (Name). Last question, what's your message to the fans, the media, the press?"

"First of all, thank you so much for all your support despite the chaos of me in the press. Please, take everything you see in the media with a grain of salt. Sometimes, it can be true, but most of the time they twist the stories and make up lies."

The audience clapped and cheered for you.

"And to the press...f*ck you."

You raised your middle finger with a smile, everyone laughed loudly at that whilst cheering. You shook hands with Oprah as you exited the stage.

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Michael laughed, hiding his snorts in his hand as he ate popcorn in his home at Hayvenhurst. His bambi-like eyes shining in amusement.

He watched you walk off the stage with the cutest, pleased smile on your face. His heart thumped slightly as he switched to MTV which was playing your music.

For someone who made such hardcore and rock sounding music, you sure were stinking cute. He also loved your style! The leather, straps, belt buckles, and hard alternative looks...he might get an idea from you and copy you for his next album...

He grabbed the telephone from the wall and dialed in a number in the rotary. The phone rung a couple times before someone picked up.

"Hello? Yeah, it's Michael...I think I just found our damsel in distress for the film."

He said with the biggest smile on his face as he watched you dance and sing on TV.

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You walked on set, sunglasses on your face as your manager looked elated out of their mind. You smiled at that, they didn't look constipated anymore.

"So...are you gonna tell me why I'm here at Disney studios?"

"You were casted for Captain EO, (Name)!"

"Oh, cool. Why are you so excited? I've never seen you this happy...ever."

"Well, first of all, you're finally getting good press and new opportunities."

They then turned around and smiled as you sat down in a chair.

"And second, the person who casted you as the princess..." They trailed off as they pointed behind you with excitement.

You stood and turned around to meet eyes with...

"Hi. I'm Michael Jackson...it's such an honor to meet you and thank you for accepting the offer on such short notice."

Your jaw dropped, you took off your sunglasses and rubbed your eyes. Was this real? Were the numerous hours of sleep deprivation finally taking a toll on you?

You opened your eyes again, and he still stood there, biting his lip as he smiled at you, amused by your reaction as he looked at you with those famous doe eyes.

You blinked rapidly as you gaped your mouth open and closed like a fish. He held back a giggle. You were so cute.

"W...Why? Why...me?"

Michael laughed as your ears reddened, that was all you could muster to say in this situation.

"Ah, well...we needed someone who had a unique style," He counted off on his fingers. "could bring traction to the film, and bring great contrast to me." He said as he smiled softly at you.

You just blinked owlishly up at him.

"I saw you in your interview...and I thought who else couldn't have been more perfect for this other than you?" He said, feeling a bit shy as he said that.

You then blushed at what he said, your cheeks turning into an endearing rosy shade. He laughed as he blushed too, rubbing the back of his neck.

The producers then arrived, they smiled as they saw you and Michael. "Oh, it seems like you two have chemistry already!"

You turned even redder if that was possible, you put your sunglasses back on and looked away from Michael, subtly trying to hide behind your manager as the producers started talking about their ideas.

Michael kept staring at you, laughing and smiling to himself, his handsome face shining with glee.

You glanced at him through your sunglasses, and a small smile cracked on your face as you admired him before looking away so that he wouldn't catch you.

'How could you be so cute?' You both thought, hiding your smiles to yourselves.

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note: rushed again 😂 I hope you guys enjoyed! Much love to all of you! ❤️✨

"Katherine. That boy is out of his mind! When I see him I'm gonna-"

"Going to what, Joseph? Beat him? Spank him? He's a grown man now, and you have to accept that." She spoke firmly, making Joseph step back.

She pointed her finger to him. "You can't control him anymore, Joseph." Joseph blinked his enraged eyes as he held his head in his hands and leaned against the wall.

The Jackson brothers then came rushing down the stage, still sweaty and panting after hastily finishing the show. They were confused, angry, and desperately trying to understand what Michael's point of view was.

"Mother...is Mike serious??" Marlon questioned, as Jermaine and Tito held their instruments, confused. Randy just looked at his whole family, worried, as Jackie crossed his arms. Thus, from then on, they barely talked to Michael.

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Katherine was quietly cleaning the house whilst La Toya and Rebbie fussed over dinner, quarreling like sisters in the kitchen.

The Hayvenhurst compound has been very...quiet. So quiet that you could hear Louie the Llama chew on the clovers planted in the front.

Joseph had locked himself inside of his office since that day a few days ago, only opening the door when Katherine brought him dinner in a tray.

The older Jackson brothers didn't visit by the main house that much anymore, and if they did, it was brief and quiet -- only when Michael wasn't around.

Randy was the only Jackson brother of Michael that stayed in the main house, he was uncomfortable with the silence of the home, often just awkwardly fiddling around with his bongos, piano, and other instruments.

And Michael...well...

Michael sobbed into his hands, feeling all his emotions at once. His sensitive heart was happy that he freed himself, but also sad because he feels guilty he possibly abandoned his family. He feels insanely remorseful for his brothers and his father who were depending on him, but also angry at them for using him as a prop.

He wanted to spill out all his thoughts, worries, and rambles. But he had no one. He used to but...she's probably forgotten about him.

He let out a shaky breath as Bubbles waddled over and hugged him, the little chimp made quiet coos that sounded like he was comforting him, making Michael let out a small chuckle.

"How come you understand me better than most people? Better than my family, huh Bubbles?"

The chimp just simply put his hand on Michael's face in response, Michael just sniffled and smiled.

"Don't worry about me Bubs, you're still a baby. This is an adult problem." Michael murmured as he set down Bubbles back on the floor.

Suddenly, someone knocked on his door, he got up and opened the door, and he saw his baby sister -- Janet. He hadn't seen her that much since she had gotten eloped with James DeBarge, and was busy making her own life. He was envious of her. She did it when she was so young, and he only found the courage now to rip away from the cage Joseph put him in.

But he missed his baby Janet very much as well.

"Janet, I-"

"Uh...Mother just wanted me to tell you that dinner's almost ready." She spoke softly, unintentionally interrupting Michael. He just stared at her, immediately irritated.

She held back a laugh, hiding her mouth and clearing her throat. "Sorry."

"Right...anyway, how are you?"

"Good. I'm happy. Free."

A silence lulled over them, they just glanced at each other.

"I heard...what happened a couple of days ago." Janet whispered, so quiet, as if she was scared to set off a fuse in the house.

"Yeah...I couldn't handle it anymore, dunk. It was just crazy -- the whole tour was full of tension, fighting...and y'know Joseph..."

"I know. But you and our brothers have to set things straight. Afterall, we're all we got."

Michael looked down and sighed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah...I know. Have you seen Joseph yet?"

"God no. I'm still hiding from him. He's still pissed I ran off and got married."

"Silly goose."

Both of them laughed, the air in the house became lighter for just that moment.

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Meanwhile, Katherine was up in the attic, intending to clean out the junk and find the crock pot that Rebbie was complaining about. She coughed a little as the dust settled in the attic.

She knelt down with a grunt as she started looking through boxes, she smiled softly as she saw old albums of her babies. Old instruments, equipment, and trophies from their talent show days. She then saw a framed photo of her boys, all of them smiling and arms around each other's necks -- arranged from oldest to youngest; from Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, and Randy.

She caressed the frame, she prayed every night that her boys could be like this again.

She then put the photo back into the box it was in, but it couldn't even fit because of all the newspapers inside of it. Katherine huffed, just why was Joseph collecting all this junk for?

She then took some of the newspapers out, suddenly envelopes fell from in between of the pages. She looked at the newspapers, they all dated from 1974 to 1984...? Joseph's still collecting all this junk until now?

The woman just shook her head, she picked up one of the envelopes and flipped it over, reading the address and sender.

Her eyes widened.

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Michael was in his room alone, changing Bubbles' diaper. He laughed softly as he set the chimp back down with a fresh diaper. "There you go, stinky." He then fell into a small lull as he uttered that nickname, smiling distantly.

Suddenly, Katherine bursted into his room, holding a heavy box full of newspapers and junk. He immediately took the box from his mother's arms, setting it down on the couch. She sat down on the couch, wiping her tears as she grabbed a closed envelope from the box.

"Mother? What's wrong?"

Katherine just wordlessly handed the envelope to Michael. Michael looked down at the address.

'(Name) (Last) 4917 River Avenue Aspen, CO 81811'

His heart dropped.

He almost ripped the envelope open. This was a prank, right?

"November 26th, 1984 Dear Michael, my old friend. It's been so long since I've written a letter to you. I'm sorry, I've just recently moved to Colorado, so I wasn't able to update you or write to you for months. I don't even know why I still write, it's selfish. I've turned your mailbox into my diary for years. But I know it's not your fault you've never written back, based on the strongly worded letters and restraining order your father sent to me. I have a strong theory he may have been hiding all my letters haha...nonetheless, you know how determined I am. I'll keep writing to you, maybe you'll suddenly gain some kind of magic where you'll hear what I write to you. I kinda believe you will. You are magical. And I wish that you know that I never stop thinking about you. I miss you so much, applehead. With love, your stinky (Name)."

Michael's heart broke and tore into a million pieces. His tears staining the paper. This was so recent. Almost a month ago. Has Joseph really been hiding this from him all this time? Has Joseph made him think that you had forgotten about him?

His breath staggered as Katherine took out all of the newspapers, numerous envelops falling out of them. All dating back from 1974 to that year.

"The poor girl has been writing to you for 12 years...Michael...I'm so sorry..."

Michael was just speechless as he grabbed a yellowing envelope. He opened it slowly, afraid that he'll rip it because of how delicate it became due to time, due to the fact it hadn't been discovered until today.

"August 29th, 1974 Dear Michael, my best friend. Happiest 16th birthday! Oh, sorry I forgot that you don't celebrate. But, still...it's your day! Michael day! A day to celebrate you, the stinkiest boy I know haha! I'm just joking, this is a day to celebrate you -- the bestest friend one could have. I haven't received a response from you yet, so I don't know if you're reading these...nevermind that! I just hope that you at least feel all the love everyone has for you. You're gifted, talented, beautiful, and most of all -- magical! Never forget that, applehead. And please, don't forget me. I'm being selfish but, I wish that you could be thinking of me too. Sorry for stealing your wish. Happy Mikey Day! With love, your stinky (Name)."

He felt his heart sink even more into the ground as he read through your letters sent on every month, every year. He then opened the last envelope, dated on your 18th birthday.

"Dear Michael, Do you ever think about me? It's my birthday today. I know you don't celebrate but my only birthday wish is to see you again in person. So, I decided to stop by your house because we're moving to Chicago. Uncle Bill was at the gate. He saw me and felt bad because he couldn't let me in. He was afraid that Joseph would see me. I know it's for my safety, but I got mad at him. I just miss you so much. I'm starting not to believe in magic and wishes. I'm sorry Michael. Because why haven't I seen you yet? I just want to say hi to you again, to know if you're happy, and if Joseph isn't being a jackass. Sorry for the cuss word, I'm just mad. And sad. All at the same time. I watch you all the time on TV, you look so happy. Yet I just wanna know what could've been making you that happy. What you were thinking. What you were feeling. Please, write back to me soon. I miss you, your (Name)."

Michael gripped the paper tightly, holding his head in his hands. His thoughts were racing -- incomprehensible. He just wanted to dig himself into the ground right now. He sobbed violently.

He can't believe that he thought that you forgotten about him, and his heart bled even more when he realized how he broke your heart, how he missed every single moment of your life in 12 years.

The doorbell then rang.

"You've got mail!" Shouted the mailman from the intercom as Michael answered the doorbell and went to the gate.

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Joseph grumbled as he felt hungry, it's now 8 pm, why hasn't Katherine brought him dinner yet? He opened his office door and went down to the kitchen, he saw that no one was there. He could've swore he heard Rebbie and LaToya here hours ago.

Where was everyone? He thought to himself as he opened the fridge and grabbed a wrapped up plate of food. He then closed the fridge door to see Michael standing there, holding up an opened letter from you.

Joseph set down his plate.

Michael then suddenly charged at him, hitting his father with his fists, shoving him to the counter. Rebbie and La Toya rushed into the kitchen, frazzled as they held Michael back. Katherine cried as she helped the girls hold Michael back. Michael screamed and cried as Joseph held his aching jaw.

"Are you crazy, boy?! I should kill you-!!"

"Joseph, no!"

Janet cried out as she held their father back, along with Randy who blocked him from his sisters, Michael, and his mother.

The front door then opened loudly, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, and Marlon rushed in, panicked when they heard screaming and crying. They then saw Michael screaming and crying violently as he was being held back, and Joseph being held back as well, shoving Janet and Randy aside.

The father then charged at Michael, but was then held back by Jermaine and Marlon. Jackie and Tito then pushed him away, shouting at him to stop.

"What the hell is happening here?!" Jackie yelled out as he looked at Michael. His heart ached.

Jackie didn't see 26 year old Michael in that moment. He saw 15 year old Michael screaming as he was pulled away by Joseph when Joseph banned you from their home. He saw his little baby brother, Michael crying as Katherine handed him to his arms.

The older Jackson brothers all looked at Michael, their previous anger towards him melting away as Rebbie and La Toya tried to calm him down. Michael just cried, his sobs were shaking his whole body, his knees were weak and he fell to the floor.

"That man..." He cried out as he pointed at Joseph. "He took everything away from me. My freedom. My childhood. My only friend!" He yelled out, his voice cracking from the pain.

"What -- What do you mean, Mike?" Marlon asked as he held Joseph back with a grunt.

Michael couldn't even speak as he cried, shaking in Rebbie and La Toya's hold.

"Joseph...has been hiding (Name)'s letters from Michael...for 12 years." Katherine spoke out shakily. Everyone looked at Joseph.

Marlon and Jermaine let go of Joseph as the older man panted. "You all don't understand...that girl..." He seethed with disdain. "...was distracting Michael. He was forgetting his family."

Janet immediate stood up and defended her brother, saying that this family wasn't the only that mattered in his life. Tito then stepped up, glaring at Joseph.

"You have always been a cruel father. Were you even a father to us?"

Joseph scoffed. "You all don't even know how much I sacrificed for this family!"

"You mean for yourself!" Marlon yelled back.

"All you cared about while we were growing up was our career -- this 'family' you said...but you turned us, your children, into a business, Joseph!" Jackie shouted out.

"We can't even comprehend to call you dad, Joseph...because you were barely that to us." Randy murmured out, facing away.

Joseph laughed cruelly, putting his hands on his hips. "You all don't know jack shit! I don't have to explain myself-"

Jermaine stood in front of him. "You were angry when I got married to Hazel. You were even angrier when Jackie, Tito, and Marlon got married. But, you couldn't stop us, because you couldn't shackle us." He breathed out.

"All Michael had, was that girl, (Name). And you took her away from him." Jermaine spat out, shoving his father away.

The older man couldn't believe what was happening. His control was slipping away by the second. Katherine then walked over to Joseph.

And slapped him.

"Get out of here."

"Katherine, I-"

"Get out, Joseph!" She raised her voice.

Joseph then looked around, in disbelief. He looked at Michael, who glared at him as he walked out of the home, slamming the door shut.

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Michael re-read the latest letter you sent over and over again, his hands quivering as he adjusted his medical mask over his face. After that night, he had impulsively flew to Colorado immediately.

"River avenue..." He mumbled to himself, as Bill and his bodyguards followed after him, worried as they walked next to Michael in the early morning along the streets of Colorado.

"Dear Michael, my old friend. I heard that you quit your Victory tour with your brothers...everyone was so shocked by the news, even I was. I hope that everything between you and your brothers is okay. You're all each other have. I was going to go to one of your tours... But since you're a genius, you cancelled it ha-ha. Maybe the universe just doesn't want us to meet again. I've cussed it out like a sailor for years. Damn you, Universe! Nonetheless, I hope you're okay. I miss you so much, applehead. Keep being badass. With love, your stinky (Name)."

Michael then raised his head as he stood in front of your home's door. He then hesitated to knock, standing there for almost an hour.

Bill sweatdropped as he saw the city start to get more awake. He then sighed. "For goodness sake, Michael..." he knocked the door firmly for Michael.

Michael looked at Bill, eyes wide, he looked like an embarrassed teenager again as he whisper screamed at his father figure.

The lights by the window then turned on, Michael stood still like a statue as the locks were being opened by whoever was inside.

The door opened.

"Oh my god..." Michael breathed out as he met eyes with you.

Your face was much more defined now, your hair was different, almost everything was. But he still looked at you as if you were the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

"Michael..." You breathed out, hands going up to your face in shock.

"(Name)..." He responded back as you cried, crashing into his arms as you hit him weakly with your fists. You cried like a baby again.

"I hate you...you...you stupid applehead...I missed you so much..."

"I missed you too, stinky....god....I...."

When you spoke his name in your voice again for the first time in 12 years, he finally knew what to call what he felt the day he lost you. And he was finally able to tell you what he's been keeping all these years.

"I love you."

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Quincy cracked a smile on his face, adjusting the sunglasses on his nose. It was the late night in the Hayvenhurst compound, the summer breeze was cooling off into a chill fall wind. It was a beautiful night.

“You’re welcome, Mike.” Quincy muttered out into the intercom, making Michael smile. He then put on the headphones and listened to the instrumentals, he sang the lyrics out beautifully — of course.

Quincy leaned back in his chair as he then paused the instrumental. Michael blinked his eyes as he heard the music pause. “What’s wrong, Q? Was I off or somethin’?”

“No…no, you sound good. ‘just that, you’re missin’ a little something. That impact — emotional impact. You are singin’ but…it’s like you’re just singing the lyrics.”

“Pardon?”

Quincy chuckled. “I mean that you gotta sound like you mean the song, that you lived through that, y’know what I’m sayin’?”

“I haven’t though…” Michael muttered out as he was confused by what Quincy meant.

“Oh, for sure you have. You tellin’ me there hasn’t been one girl that got away from ya?”

Michael paused and looked down at his hands. He remembered something, a furrow in his brow and a solemn expression appearing in his eyes.

Quincy whispered “That’s it.” to himself and started the instrumental again.

Michael closed his eyes.

It all came back to him now.

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“C’mon, Mike! Don’t let your applehead drag you down!”

It was 1974, it was peak summertime in Hayvenhurst. The sun beated down on everyone’s skin, making Michael’s siblings just stay inside or go vacationing off to cooler places with their wives, making Michael often wander around alone.

He often asked them if they wanted to go play in the pool, or play board games, but they were often off going with their own interests and plans, or Joseph was making them do new business or entertainment ventures for the family.

But luckily, Michael had his bestfriend. His partner-in-crime. (Name) (Last.)

Michael laughed gleefully as he chased you, a water balloon in hand. “I’m gonna get you, stinky!”

You screamed and laughed as he threw the water balloon with great strength, almost knocking you down with his heavy-handed ass.

You then fell over into the pool and floated upwards, cooling down in the heat, you swam in the pool with all your school uniform on still.

Michael smiled and splashed you as he sat by the pool.

“That’s cheating.”

“No, it ain’t. I’m just coolin’ down. So…why don’t you come and join me?” You said with a smile on your face as you swam over to him.

Michael rolled his eyes and pointed to his afro.

“I just got my hair done, stinky. Joseph’ll kill me if he saw my hair ruined, tomorrow, we have a performance at the Carol Burnett show.”

“I thought you didn’t like her?”

“I just think her voice is annoying, like a mosquito.”

You both laughed at that as Michael fanned himself from the heat. You had a mischievous smile on your face, making Michael raise an eyebrow.

“What’s with that look huh?”

“What look? Dunno what you talkin’ about, Mike.” You said as you splashed your hands slightly, making water splash on Michael’s clothes.

Michael gasped and laughed. “You’re evil, stink!”

“How am I evil for helping you cool down, genius?” You said as you splashed him again. He scoffed and reached down, splashing you back, making you laugh and yelp.

Michael then reached down even more to make a bigger splash, but ended up losing his footing — and falling into the pool.

You gasped as he resurfaced, his ‘fro lost it’s volume and fluffiness, his curls sticking to his face. You approached him and moved his curls away from his face, making his flushed cheeks redder.

Michael then touched his hair and huffed.

“Joseph’s gonna kill me…”

“Sorry, Mike…” You said, dejected and guilty.

Michael shook his head.

“No, it’s not your fault, (Name)…I just lost my footing being silly.”

“Still…sorry.”

Michael smiled as he saw the pout on your face, you were so adorable. He nudged your shoulder.

“I mean…if I’m gonna die soon — which I’m not!” Michael splashed your face, making you sputter. “I’m gonna enjoy my time left on this earth.” Michael said playfully, swimming away whilst splashing water on you.

You let out a laugh.

“But Joseph—“

“I can just run. I’m pretty fast, stinky.” Michael said confidently.

You then splashed water on his smug face and that commenced a battle between you two. And given your competitive natures, you both were completely soaked and fingers pruny like raisins by the time you were done.

You climbed out of the pool and Michael sat down next to you. The sun was way over the horizon, bringing a cool breeze to the trees.

Michael stared at your profile, studying you like he always did. He envied you sometimes. You were able to go to a normal school, go to a grocery store without a camera shoved in your face, and not have girls chase you around.

But what overcame that enviness, was admiration. You two were different, of course, but you never treated him like he was different despite your circumstances.

You always came whenever he wanted you to come and play after your school hours, and whenever he needed someone to talk to at his loneliest hours. And you always listened — caring about what he thought, everything that makes him curious and happy.

It made his heart sing.

He didn’t know what it was called, but it was the most electrifying yet calming tune he’s ever felt through his body.

“— Mike. You’re staring again, applehead. What’s up?” You said with a smile on your face.

Michael chuckled, shaking his head. You didn’t know what you looked like to him. Just…beautiful.

“Nothing.”

“C’mon, tell me.”

“I’m genuinely not thinking of anything, stinky.”

“Lies, I can tell. You ain’t a good liar.”

“…(Name)?”

“Yes?”

“…I like-“

Michael then got cut off by the backdoor leading to the swimming pool slamming open. There was Joseph, standing and heaving, pissed off as he looked at Michael’s hair.

“Boy! Get your ass over here!” He yelled out, Michael immediately stood up, even almost falling over as he walked to his father.

Joseph then gripped his arm and looked at Michael’s soaked hair, clicking his tongue.

“What’d I say Michael?”

“Sorry, Joseph…I fell into the pool-“

“No. About that girl.”

Michael turned his head as Joseph pointed to you, where you were standing behind Mike.

“Joseph, her and I were just playing. It wasn’t her fault about my hair-“ Michael just wanted to run right then and there.

Joseph shushed him.

“I ain’t talking about your hair no more. That can be fixed. But this!” He referred to the two of you.

“— Can’t be fixed.”

“…What- What do you mean, Joseph?” Michael asked meekly as you held onto Michael’s soaked shirt.

“I’m talking about how a girl has made you distracted from your work. Your family! Do you know how hard I work day and night to help you boys get to the top — only for you to make goo-goo eyes with some ditz?!” Joseph yelled at him.

Michael had tears in his eyes, he felt nauseous. You gulped down your fear.

“Sir, if I may. Respectfully, whoever Michael or his brothers wishes to spend their time with — it’s their business. They…They have their own lives. They can live them and still be dutiful to the business you all run.” You spoke out shakily, Michael reached out behind him and gripped your hand, squeezing it.

Joseph stared at you with wide eyes, his brow twitched and suddenly — he grabbed your arm, ripping you away from Michael.

Michael yelled and hit Joseph’s back and arm as Joseph pushed you out of the gates of Hayvenhurst. He then locked it.

Michael held onto the fences as you cried.

“(Name)!” He cried out as Joseph started tugging at his arm, trying to pull him back to the house.

Joseph complained to himself — something about how dare a stranger talk back to him in his own damn house. “Michael! Boy! Let go! You’re never gonna see this girl again, you hear?!”

Michael sobbed, his hands ripped away from the fences as you reached out your hand to him through it.

“I’ll write! I’ll write to you Michael!” You cried out as Joseph suddenly took a rock and threw it at you, hitting your shoulder.

Michael felt weak in the knees, like he was frozen and helpless in place as he watched you run away. He yelled out “I’ll write you back! I’ll write you back…” as Joseph pulled at him to get back into the house.

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Michael checked the mailbox everyday after that incident. He was practically giving everyone the cold shoulder, his mood was cold, quiet. He sifted through the mail, a frown on his face.

No letter from you again for the 5th week. He stuffed the letters and papers back into the box. Katherine watched as her son stomped his feet back into the house, she gently touched his shoulder.

“Michael…son…”

“Yes…mother?” He murmured.

Katherine was going to tell him that maybe you had moved away or that you had just simply stopped sending because of fear from the incident. It was the most reasonable explanation for you not sending letters.

But she saw what her son needed the most in that moment when she saw how dim his eyes were.

“Don’t give up hope.”

Michael looked at her, for the first time in weeks, a shine was in his eyes. Katherine smiled, squeezing his arm as he hugged her and pulled away after a short moment.

He then went upstairs, probably going to sulk for the 5th time that day. She chuckled.

Joseph watched the exchange as he tucked your new letter into a used newspaper from that morning and stuffing it into a box as junk.

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The instrumental faded out, the recording button was then clicked by Quincy. Michael sniffled and opened his eyes, he looked at his hands and saw that there were tears dripping down on them.

Quincy whistled sharply. “Damn. Excuse my french…but damn, Mike. That was…intense. I almost teared up too.”

Michael grabbed a tissue and wiped his face, his eyes distant.

“How did I…sound?”

“Man…it was really powerful. Touching. Your voice even broke at the end — like you actually lost a girl once.”

“Yeah…”

“Damn…who hurt you, Mike?”

Michael smiled bitterly as he put on sunglasses.

“Just a girl I used to know.”

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Michael wiped his hands on his slacks, he’d been stuck there in the waiting room for 2 hours.

He’d been in rehearsals for his tour and immediately rushed to the hospital at the drop of a hat when his assistant told him that you were in labor back in California whilst he was Seattle, taking the quickest flight there immediately.

His leg shook up and down rapidly, his hands clasped together and clammy, nervous about everything.

He wanted to be in there, but the doctors said that he could only wait because it was an emergency c-section and there was no room in the delivery room.

He then suddenly stood up as the doctor came in the empty waiting room. The doctor smiled. “It’s a boy, and your wife is doing quite well.” Michael let out a sob, relieved as he got assisted by a bunch of nurses to get into protective equipment.

Once he opened those doors, he saw you laying down on the hospital bed as your baby rested on your chest.

He watched the relief and joy overcome your face as he approached. He then took his son in his arms, revering you both. The two people he loved most in his life.

“Are you okay, honey? I…I’m sorry I got here late, I tried to —“ You shushed him as you chuckled when tears welled in his eyes, you wiped his face with a tired hand, he could feel how warm and soft your hand was, the affection in your eyes.

“I’m okay. It’s okay, Michael. What matters now is that you’re here, and that you’re holding our son.” You assured him in a soft, hoarse voice as you coughed a little. The baby gurgled in his arms, he felt such joy and shock wave over him.

“Okay…okay…did you name him yet?” Michael asked as he watched you blink slowly and shake your head. You then smiled tiredly. “I was thinking of naming him…” You brushed your finger over your son’s forehead gently. “Michael Joseph Jackson Jr.”

Michael stared at you, a smile overtaking his face, he felt so overwhelmed as tears rolled down his face. You laughed softly, clearing your throat.

“Why would you want to name him after me, honey?”

“Because he has a big ol’ head like you, applehead.” You joked quietly, making Michael laugh and the baby gurgle loudly, as if little baby Michael protested.

“But really…I think we should name him after the greatest man I ever knew.” You murmured softly as you caressed your son’s cheek and then held Michael’s face.

Michael then held your hand on his face tightly as you coughed a little. He furrowed his brows as he adjusted his hold on your baby. “You alright, baby?” You nodded slowly, a smile on your tired face.

“Yeah.” You muttered once as you breathed out slowly.

“Michael?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I love you the most.” Michael laughed softly as you did too.

“Are you trying to argue with me right now, honey?”

“Yeah, just because I gave birth to our son, doesn’t mean I don’t have that fire in me.” You rebutted with a small chuckle, making Michael smile widely and rub your cheek. “You’re such a fighter, honey.”

“Michael?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll go to sleep now…I’m really tired.” “Okay, honey. We’ll be right by your side. Sleep well. I love you.”

“I love you.”

You smiled and closed your eyes, dozing off to sleep as Michael cradled little Michael Jr. humming a lullaby.

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Michael woke up to the sound of your hospital bed thudding against the wall. He snapped his eyes open as he saw you convulsing.

He hurriedly pressed the emergency button by your bed and the doctors, nurses rushed in. He held Michael Jr. in his arms tightly, the little boy crying loudly.

“(Name)! (Name)?! Wake up, baby, please! What’s wrong? What’s wrong with my wife?!”

“Sir! Please exit the room now!”

“No! Someone, please tell me what’s going on, she’s my wife, please!”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but please stay here until we fully assess what’s happening!”

Then the door closed behind the hospital staff, Michael looked down at his baby in his arms and rocked his son to stop crying despite the fact he was crying himself.

After what felt like hours, Michael was sitting by the door, cradling his son as the doctors left your room.

Katherine and his family had arrived an hour ago with congratulations balloons and were waiting with him outside. Katherine took little Michael from his arms when Michael stood up.

Michael approached the doctors who all had unsure expressions on their faces, they took off their medical caps and put it near their chests.

“We’re so sorry but…”

“Mrs. (Name) Jackson didn’t make it.”

Michael nodded slowly, not processing the information as the family gasped behind him, tears immediately forming in their eyes.

“Right…right. But, is she okay?”

“Michael…she’s gone.” Marlon said through tears.

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s in that room, Marlon. Doctor, she was having some coughs and clearing her throat a lot —“

Michael ranted out, as he wiped his face with his hands. The family felt their heart break as the doctors held their heads down.

Michael then entered the room you were in and started hugging you, pulling the sheet off your face and kissing your face.

“She’s just knocked out by the meds, right doc?” He murmured as Rebbie, Janet, and Latoya faced away, they couldn’t bear to see this. His brothers all felt weak in the knees and sat down on the floor or leaned on the wall.

The doctors tried to explain that you had a pulmonary embolism; a blood clot got stuck in your lungs.

He shook his head as he looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“No…no, she’s just sleeping. Look, she looks so peaceful when she sleeps doesn’t she?” He said with a weak chuckle.

“Son.” Joseph’s voice snapped him out of his numbness. “…She’s gone.” He said, and for the first time, he saw Joseph with a sorrowful expression.

Michael broke down.

“No…that…that can’t happen. She was just fine a few hours ago…she went to sleep and told me — I love you…” He sobbed out as Joseph left the room, not able to bear letting anyone see his tears fall.

Michael pressed his forehead on yours, he put your hand on his cheek, feeling how cold and rigid it was, your eyes were closed. You were gone.

Your friend, Gina shook her head firmly. “Girl. Gag me with a spoon, that color on you is horrible.” Your other friends snapped their fingers in agreement as you just huffed and shook your head with a smile.

Your other friend, George, who had a fabulous sense of style, clapped as you walked out in another dress. You sighed in relief, thinking it was the one.

He then clicked his tongue, “Uh-uh, girl, just because I clapped, doesn’t mean I approved. I clapped because that body —“ he waved his finger around, making you chuckle. “— is just bodacious! That color is hideous though.”

You turned around and just smiled, chuckling. “You guys say that about all the colors that I wear.” The two then began rambling about how some colors washed you out, or were too flashy or bold or too boring.

Your other friend, Zachariah, was chilling on the couch, he wasn’t really interested in fashion, but he just came because he was the token straight male friend.

He lazily pointed to a dress on a newly set up mannequin by the display window. “What about that one? ‘would look mighty pretty on you.”

George snapped his fingers, calling over the attendant who was very much stressed as she held all the dresses you tried on. “Yes sir..?” “Bring that one over there to us, darling, thank you.”

George then handed you the dress as you sighed and went behind the curtain once more. After 5 minutes, Gina and George were bickering once again about the dresses you tried on as Zachariah practically was dozing off on the couch.

Then you pulled back the curtain. Gina and George momentarily stopped their arguement and stared at you, their jaws slack. Zachariah sat up from the couch and pulled his sunglasses off to look at you.

You waved your arms at them as you were nervous, you couldn’t even tell what their reactions were. “Hello? Do I look good or bad? — Someone, please say something!”

You looked nowhere near bad, and far beyond good. The floor length silk dress was a beautiful, rich cobalt blue color that illuminated your skin complexion and made it pop. It fitted your body in all your gorgeous curves and dips. And the gold, beads that draped over your shoulder was just the cherry on top of the multi-tiered cake.

Gina walked up to you first as she put her hands to her mouth to close her jaw. “Why…you look as pretty as a magnolia in may.” She said softly with such affection in her voice, it made your heart swell.

“Oh…Gina…” You mumured, you turned your head as you heard George sniffling and dabbing his eyes with a napkin.

“Oh George, why are you crying?” You asked as George let out a shaky laugh as his mascara ran down his face. Gina went to his shoulders and comforted him.

“Oh…it’s just that…you look so fantabulous, I can’t believe you’re my best friend, (Name). I’m really honored to get to know such a beautiful person, a beautiful soul.” He said as he cried dramatically, blowing into Gina’s sleeve. Gina muttered ‘so grody’ quietly whilst she cried herself.

Zachariah then stood up from the couch and went up to the three of you, his hands in his pockets. He looked at you, up and down, and smiled. “You’re beautiful.” He said simply, and that was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

You started crying too, Gina and George embraced you into a hug as you three cried dramatically. Zachariah was slowly walking backwards to get away but Gina grabbed him and pulled him in too. He just stood there, awkwardly patting your backs as the three of you sobbed.

“I love you guys…” You cried. “We love you too!” Gina and George sobbed out. Zachariah just nodded, but George and Gina smacked his back, making him groan. “Fine…fine…I love you all too.” He said, quiet as he could, making you all cry harder.

The store attendant just stared at your friend group with a tired look on her face, her soul halfway hanging from her body as she handed tissues. You’ve now successfully found the perfect dress to wear at the Grammy Awards Show, it was going to be the most perfect night of your life.

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The next day, Gina and George were frantically sprinting around as they helped your hairstylists and makeup artists as much as they could. They gave instructions on how your makeup and hair should look, what looked best on you.

“It should be matte but also glowy, but not too glowy that she looks oily!” “Her hair needs to be elegant, but also free, non-restrictive, but also refined!” The two told your hairstylist and makeup artist, making them sweatdrop. You laughed slightly as the makeup artist was cleaning your face with a cleansing pad.

“Guys…relax. They know what they’re doing.” You said calmly. Gina and George just sighed. “Girl, you’re too calm for this.” “I’m stressed for her.” The two said as they then walked off to deal with your publicists, your security, and everything else.

Zachariah was just calmly sitting on a chair as he watched Webster on the small box tv in the studio, you watched with him as the artists did their work on you.

They brushed, put creams, powders, sprayed things that you didn’t even know the name of, and finally with one last big spray of hairspray. They were done.

You weren’t even able to get to see yourself in the mirror when your two friends/assistants came in, rushing you about the time and getting into the dress, but when they saw you, their jaws dropped.

“What? Is it bad?” You asked, panicked. “No, no, you look—“ Gina gets cut off by Zachariah tapping them on the shoulders.

“Hey. I’m not trying to stress you guys out but the event’s about to start in an hour.” He said as he looked at you and gave a thumbs up as George let out a high pitched scream, pulling you out the chair and rushing you to get into your dress.

Gina was zipping up your dress behind you whilst George rushed to put your heels on your feet, Zachariah hopped in the driver’s seat as the three of you sat in the back, your friends fussing and fixing you up. He then started up the car.

Gina looked at Zachariah in the front and smacked the driver’s seat. “C’mon drive!” She yelped out as Zachariah started speeding! He swerved and avoided the traffic jam caused by the event like he was a race car driver, you three held onto anything and each other for your lives, screaming.

Well, at least you were going to get there in time or not at all.

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Michael arrived at the venue, 15 minutes before the event started. He wore a rhinestoned, sparkly, cobalt blue military style jacket with golden shoulders and stripes sewn in. He had a crisp, white button up underneath, and for his bottoms, slim fitted black slacks. He wore his signature bedazzled white glove, and socks. And of course, those clean, patented leather loafers that he had dreamed of getting since he was a kid.

He stepped out of the car with Bill and his bodyguards trailing behind him, he waved his hand and posed for the cameras as the paparazzi, the journalists all yelled from every direction to look at their cameras. Some even yelled at him, asking him to take off his sunglasses.

Michael rolled his eyes behind those dark lenses, smiling whilst biting his lower lip. He shook his head at the demand as he and Bill laughed.

Then suddenly, everyone whipped their heads to the road next to them, a car pulled up wildly — wheels screeching on the road, almost hitting a bunch of bushes before backing up to park neatly.

The flashes stopped momentarily as everyone stared and murmured, what crazy drunk would drive up like that into the biggest event of the year? Michael, being curious, stepped a bit closer, trying to see what was happening from behind the crowd of photographers surrounding him.

He grew even more curious as he heard gasps and sudden screams as the flashes started again, but not directed at him. The crowd of photographers moved their flashbulbs and lenses from him towards another direction. He got on his tiptoes, trying to see who it was.

Bill then started tugging Michael along, telling Mike to start heading inside of the venue. Michael nodded but he just slowly followed, his gaze still on the crowd. He then huffed, a bit frustrated that his curiosity wasn’t satisfied and turned around when suddenly someone bumped into his back.

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You had arrived just 10 minutes before the show started. Gina and George snapped out of their shock as they pulled their souls back into their bodies and helped you get out of the car.

Your hair was a mess and you had started sweating because of the sheer fear you had from the experience of having Zachariah as your driver.

Your dress was a little ripped at the hem too, from being stepped on whenever your heels would try to stay on the ground when Zachariah did a sharp turn, hitting every single corner possible in the streets of Los Angeles.

You panicked internally as Gina and George helped you out of the car, you certainly must look like a mess but there was no time for touch ups anymore.

Once you stepped out of the car, everyone gasped and the flashbulbs started going off, popping every milisecond making you squint as you walked forward, Gina and George trailing behind you as they called up the security they hired to be there for you.

You turned your head and saw a massive crowd of fans behind barriers, screaming and crying out your name. You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes shining from tearing up a little. You then waved your arms widely, happy to finally see your fans in real life.

You then continued to walk forward, posing for the cameras. You had to admit, you were very nervous, your hand was shaking behind you as you posed. But the photographers kept yelling that you were a natural, that must be good at least…

Then they started crowding you, you were so dizzy and frazzled at this point from all the flashing lights and the driving from earlier.

Gina and George helped you get past the surrounding photographers, shoving them aside, you were about to succeed in weaving through the crowd, but one of the journalists stepped on the hem of your dress, ripping it and making you stumble.

You closed your eyes, internally cussing out the universe. This was supposed to be the perfect night. It was your first public appearance ever, and after you slam your face on the floor…it will be your last.

Goodbye, Hollywood! Goodbye, fans! Goodbye, to the chance of you meeting Michael Jackson! Goodbye, cruel world!

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Huh? Why weren’t you fallen, face down on the concrete yet? And who’s holding you?

You cracked your eyelids open, your vision clearing up as you see a blur of curls, rhinestones, and the pearliest, white teeth you’ve ever seen. Wait…

You blink your eyes rapidly. You then heard a very familiar, gentle voice. “You alright, miss?”

Oh.

Oh god.

Your eyes went wide as you saw Michael Jackson’s face hovering above you. Your jaw went slack, your lips parted in shock. The flashing then started popping off again, this time much more intense.

Michael shielded your eyes from it by covering your eyes with his gloved hand, and helped you stand upright by wrapping his arm around your waist. He had a very strong, protective grip. He then hastily led you inside the venue. You just let him guide you, shock making your head blank.

Maybe the world wasn’t so cruel after all…

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Michael felt something brush against his back, he immediately turned around and saw someone falling, he immediately catched them, his arms wrapping around their shoulders, supporting their weight.

His bambi eyes went wide as he saw who exactly he caught. You. (Name). He swore, in that moment, everything was in slow motion.

He was so close to your face that he could see how pretty your lashes, eyebrows, nose, and lips were. It was like he held heaven in his arms right now.

Your eyelids were closed, you had some blue, shimmery eyeshadow on and some mascara coating your lashes. Your lips had some kind of balm with a punchy pop of color, making them look more plump. You had a copious amount of blush packed onto your cheekbones too, or were you just blushing because of embarrassment?

Michael’s pupils dilated. His heartbeat quickened. You looked even more beautiful than in the magazines or in the television screens, even on the billboards in times square with your face in the highest resolution cameras…nothing can compare to how he sees you right now.

To call you beautiful — is simply an understatement to him. In fact, every single synonym and compliment he could possibly give couldn’t express how you looked to him right now. But, that was the only word that truly resonated with everything rushing in his head. Beautiful.

‘Please, open your eyes.’ He thought, blinking his bambi eyes as your eyelids fluttered open and close rapidly. He just wanted to see your eyes, to see if they were really as bright and as soulful as they were in that music video.

He watched you carefully as you fully opened your eyes. His breath hitched as his hold on you tightened ever a smidge.

Your eyes were the most beautiful shade/s of (color/s) he’d ever seen. And the shine in them was no other. It was like you held the stars, the galaxies in them — like fairies sprinkled fairy dust upon your vision, making you starry eyed and bright.

He couldn’t help the smile on his face, the smile on his face was the most genuine, most sincere smile he’s ever made. He wanted to tell you everything he’s thinking about — which was you.

But all he could say, all he could muster to say was: “You alright, miss?”

He could’ve smacked his big old applehead in that moment if he could. He called you miss like he hadn’t been dreaming and crushing on you for weeks, like he hadn’t read up all the information the media had on you, and like he didn’t steal his sisters’ magazines — just to see pictures of you.

It was embarrassing, but that was all he could say as he watched your eyes go wide. The slow motion of the world then disappeared when the first flash came off.

He acted quickly and covered your eyes, helping you stand up straight by smoothly putting his arm around your waist and ushering you inside the venue as the doors closed behind you two.

He thanked God that day. That a blessing — an angel, fell into his arms.

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You let out a breath that you were holding for too long as Michael pulled away from you, much to your dismay. You rubbed your eyes slightly, your head down as you adjusted to the dimmed lights of the venue.

Michael then took off his sunglasses and handed them over to you. He watched as you lifted your head up and looked at him properly, you and him were both breathtaken as you looked at each other’s eyes for the first time.

You then took the glasses Michael was handing to you, feeling a zap through your bodies as your hands touched briefly. You both reddened like two teenagers in love as you fiddled with the rim of the sunglasses.

Michael then pointed to your eyes and back to the glasses. “Uh…so you can adjust to the flash of the cameras and whatnot…” He said, his voice incredibly soft, he awkwardly and loudly cleared his throat as he watched you put them on.

He felt a sense of protectiveness, maybe possessiveness wash over him as he saw you put on something of his. Whatever it was, he liked it, a lot. You adjusted your hair away from your face as you mumbled. “Thank you.”

A small silence then followed after that, then you both opened your mouths.

“I’m Michael Jackson.” “I’m (Name) (Last.)”

You both looked at each other, mouths a bit gape like a bunch of fish. You both then smiled sheepishly, looking away shyly. You both then said in unison, “I know.”, making you both laugh.

Michael’s smile reached to his eyes as he wiped some sweat from his face. “Would you…like to come sit with me? I got no one to sit next to…” he implied that he was asking you to be his date.

To which, you somehow didn’t become too shocked to say, “I’d love to…I didn’t have a person to sit with either..” you said, making Michael let out a laugh of glee and happiness to you accepting his direct non-direct offer.

He then offered you his arm, and you looped yours through his. You were both fit each other perfectly into each other’s hold perfectly. You decided to put your free hand on his arm, holding it as well. It made him very flustered.

It was nothing to most people’s eyes, but to his, it was like you were scared he was gonna disappear. The way you unconsciously squeezed his bicep…he held back some unholy thoughts that moment. C’mon, he just met you. He bit his lip as he eyed you, very obvious now since he made you wear his sunglasses.

You, of course, noticed, making you flushed. “What…what are you looking at, Mr. Jackson?” You murmured as he continued to look at you up and down unabashedly. You thought he was shy all your life as a fan, but dear God, he was eye fucking appreciating you with his eyes very much right now.

“Michael. Please, girl. Call me Michael.” He said to you softly, his eyes fixiating on your face. Your breath staggered, you felt very flustered, maybe a little heated under his gaze. His dark eyes were very intense, and he knew damn well his smile was killer.

You breathed out, speaking shakily. “Michael…you didn’t answer my question.” He then pulled you closer to him, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Honestly, I felt a little off tonight coming here…” He said with a small sigh, you sympathized with him, squeezing his bicep, he bit his lip as he smiled, leaning close to your ear.

“But you’ve certainly turned me on.” You turned so red at that, a stupid smile on your face as you smacked Michael’s arm. “There’s people here, Michael…” You said as you looked around behind your sunglasses. He then started saying a slew of corny pick up lines to you, and you ate every single one of them up.

For some reason, if it was Michael Jackson saying these lines, it made your heart race and flustered you. You held back a giggle as you nudged his shoulder. “Stop…” The bodyguards around you wanted to gag at how corny you two were already.

Bill then walked inside after getting your friends, Gina and George. They were just starstruck, jaws practically hinged off their faces as they saw you and Michael Jackson together.

“Oh my goodness gracious, they look so good together.” “If they get together, I think the whole world would explode if the public knew.” Gina and George said to each other behind you two like you couldn’t hear — making you blush and get embarrassed. Michael blushed as well, secretly enjoying the thought of that in his head.

Bill then chuckled as he walked forward, amused. “Their outfits match too.” He said casually as you and Michael looked at each other, your faces reddening. Bill was very correct.

You both then laughed at all the coincidences that happened for you two to meet, and especially the matching outfits. It was like the universe made you two especially for each other.

Michael cleared his throat, a smile gentle on his face as he looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars. “Let’s go?”

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