Guardian Angel || Michael Jackson

06: Choco Rainbow

"Why would the Universe want to change Michael Jackson's future? I mean, he's dead. Couldn't they just let the man rest in peace or something?"

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The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on my bed inside my own room. I was covered in sweat, and I was panting. I looked at the clock at the table. It was 3:01 am.

A dream.

It was all just a dream, wasn't it?

"Fuck, that was crazy, " I mumbled. I remember everything about the crazy dream that I just had. I time-traveled back in 1969, then I met the kid Michael Jackson, and I also remember being chased by the police.

Oh yeah, Michael Jackson just died yesterday. I'd been hearing his name all day so that's probably why I had this weird dream about him. It seemed so real. I probably should tell Alex about this.

I felt my throat was dry so I got up thinking about having a glass of water but I stopped when I realized that I was holding something on my right hand.

A cellphone.

My forehead creased. This wasn't my phone, what the--

My eyes widened when I remembered something. The old woman I met from the park in front of the police station. Grams. She gave me this phone. I scratched the back of my neck with my other hand but stopped again when I felt something heavy dangling from it. I brought it in front of my face and I frowned even more when I saw a handcuff locked around my wrist.

I slowly shook my head when I figured out what was happening. Daisy's Disco. The Jackson 5. Martha Harris. And this handcuff that was put to me by a police officer in the parking lot.

So it was all.. real?

Before I could even react, the phone in my hand started ringing. Grams was written on the screen and I pushed the answer button with my shaking finger. I put the phone on my ear and then I heard the familiar hoarse voice from the other end of the line.

"'Sup, gal."

"Woah, wait a damn minute--"

"Are you back?"

"What do you mean I'm back?"

"Check your calendar, just to make sure," she said. "What's the date?"

I looked at the calendar that was pinned on the wall. "June 26th."

"Year?"

"2009."

"Oh, yeah, you're really back." She laughed. "Thank the universe."

"Wait, are you fucking telling me that everything wasn't a dream? It's all real?!"

"What? Of course it's all real--"

"Fuck!" I stood up, holding my head in disbelief with my eyes wide. "Fuck, are you serious?!"

So I'd really been in 1969 and met the kid Michael Jackson? For real? You gotta be fucking kidding me!

I almost jumped when I heard knocks coming from the door followed by the sweet sound of my mother's voice. "Angel? Dear, what's happening in there?"

Shit.

"N-nothing, Mom!" I shouted.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Uhm, it's A-Alex," I said. "No worries Mom, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, just go back to sleep already. Bye, good night!"