let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

thankful

May 16th, 1992

(a/n: okay i feel like we haven't done michael's pov in FOREVER but it will be strongly needed for this chapter so here it is lmao)

Michael

"The children are so excited to see you, Michael. Just make sure to try and get back as fast as you can, okay?"

"I'll try my hardest. I can't wait to see them either, could you put Dede on the phone?"

"Sure." Ariana laughs as Delilah's voice is heard.

"Daddy?" My little girl questions. "Hi, honey. It's daddy."

"I miss you daddy, when you come home?" She babbles out. "Soon, I'll be there very soon. Now, could you put mommy back on the phone?"

"Yes." She says, a loud bam shakes the phone. I can hear Ariana groan and scold Dede.

"Sorry about that, Dede just got a little too excited."

I chuckle at her clumsiness. "Okay, I gotta go now."

"Drive safe, I love you."

"I love you too, my love." I hang up the phone, tossing it on the passengers seat.

I drive steadily as the wind cools my skin, there's hardly ever any breeze in LA unless you're driving. My mind wanders as I think about how thrilled I am to go back to Neverland, leaving the draining rehearsals for the Dangerous Tour and coming back to play with all the kids who were dealt bad cards in life makes me really happy.

I'm brought back to reality once I hear my car making a loud, strange noise, it sounds like it's coming from the hood, maybe it's the engine. I'm confused on what to do considering I can't even remember the last time I've driven. Maybe this noise is normal.

My car then starts to vibrate briskly, this is definitely not normal. I try pulling over but before I can move the vehicle completely off the road, it stops. I press down on the gas pedal but no movement happens.

The horns of the drivers behind me start blaring, I'm not only irritated but slightly panicked. I flick my emergency lights on, the honks stop and they drive around me. I sit in the front seat thinking on what to do, there's gotta be a phone book in here somewhere right?

I search every nook and cranny, pulling out the phone book at the last second. I sigh in relief and flip through every page. I read the number of the first tow truck service, punching in the number and telling them about what just happened. They ask for the road I'm on which is Whilshire Boulevard. The dispatcher tells me they'll be here in 10 minutes.

10 minutes, okay. That's not bad. I still have plenty of time to get back home and spend the rest of my day with all the children.

When I'm sure 10 minutes of passed, I see a tow truck coming into the distance. Perfect timing.

I watch him through my car side mirror, a man who looks pretty young gets out of the truck and walks to my window.

"Hi, you're the-" He pauses as his eyes widen. "You're...you're Michael Jackson."

"In the flesh." I bashfully say giving my shoulders a little shrug.

"What are...what are you doing here? Don't you usually ride in limos or something?" It's hard not to laugh at his state. "Sorry, not the point. Um, if you don't mind, you can collect all your belongings before I chain up your car....which is super nice by the way, holy crap." His overwhelming persona is funny.