Cindy (also known as Allison) lives in New York with her roommate Linda, who has cancer. After meeting a strange old man, Cindy is sent to a different dimension and ends up back in time during Michael Jackson's life starting in 1988.
She is followed...
"We're here!" James' mom suddenly says excitedly. "James baby, look up here!" She immediately starts taking pictures of James and Michael together.
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Well, goodbye to this annoying little snake.
I smile and wave politely. "I hope we never see you again," I mutter under my breath while waving.
Suddenly— Punch. Michael lightly hits my arm.
"Ow!" I groan dramatically, holding my arm. "What was that for?"
He looked at me with disbelief written all over his face, his eyebrows slightly raised as if he genuinely could not understand what had just come out of my mouth.
"What was that for?" I rubbed my arm dramatically where he had punched me.
"Why are you talking about them like that?" he asked, shaking his head a little while trying not to smile. "They're nice, sweet people."
I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might actually disappear into another dimension and climbed into the limousine without answering. Sweet people. Sure. And I was the Queen of England.
"I must say," I sighed dramatically while leaning back against the expensive leather seat, "I'm getting used to this limousine."
"You can have it if you want to," Michael said casually while turning the television on like he had just offered me a piece of gum.
I stared at him. "Shut up!"
"I mean it," he laughed, glancing at me with that stupidly amused smile of his.
"Well, you, Michael Jackson, are rich a.f." I crossed my legs and leaned back like I had just said the smartest thing alive.
"A.f?" He frowned in confusion.
Oh wait, he doesn't know...
"Y-yes," I said quickly, waving my hands around like that would somehow save me. "Like... af. From after. Rich after? Like... you weren't rich before but after?" I laughed nervously. "You get it?"
He just stared at me for a second before bursting into laughter. I seriously needed to start using more 80s words before somebody locked me up somewhere. God, what did people even say in the 80s? I had to remember the things my mom used to say because at this point I was exposing myself every twenty minutes. The limousine slowly stopped and when I looked out the window— My breath literally caught in my throat. Neverland. It was huge. No—huge wasn't even the right word. Massive. Beautiful. Like somebody had taken every childhood dream and physically built it into one place. Even from outside the gates I could already tell this place was magical. There was an actual map near the entrance showing how enormous the property was and all the different things inside of it.
