The Cinema - A Michael Jackson Fanfic

Five

I yawned loudly as I rolled over and sighed, grabbing my clock to stop the alarm from ringing. I could just make out it was 8:30am. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and remembered where I was going today. Breakfast with Michael Jackson. Weird AND fancy. I was still asking myself how on earth I had gotten into this situation as I clambered out of bed and stepped into the shower.

After battling with my hair and applying a final layer of mascara to my eyelashes, I convinced myself I looked ok. I didn't know why I was trying so hard to impress him. Grabbing my bag and keys, I made my way to my front door. Taking one final glance in the mirror, I fixed a stray piece of hair and headed out. Walking a bit further down the road, I hailed down a cab and instructed him to take me to Chelsea Gardens. Nervous butterflies were erupting in me through the whole journey.

After what seemed like no time at all, I was paying my taxi driver and watching him whiz down the road. I was exactly where he said to meet, yet I could see no sign of him anywhere. If this is how he kept away from the press, he was doing a fantastic job because I honestly could not find him anywhere. Hearing a cough from behind me, I turned around to find him crouching on the balcony of a massive mansion-style apartment. My mouth gawped as I realised. I foolishly thought we were just meeting outside. Turned out he had a whole other life here.

'Why do you have such a habit of creeping up on me?' I joked rather too loudly as I squinted up at him and removed my sunglasses, propping them up on my head. He giggled.

'Ssh! Come up here quick! Just follow the staircase as you come in, and be quiet' he instructed.

'Whatever you say' I replied as I folded my arms and made my way into the building. As soon as I stepped in, I couldn't help but let a faint gasp slip out from inside me. I was standing in a massive hallway, ornate and decorated with plush tiles and chandeliers. This could have been the size of my whole flat! Adventuring further, I stepped towards the staircase. It was ridiculously massive in both height and width, finished with marble. I carefully made my way around the steps and reached a long hallway. To my left were two open double doors, a light curtain blowing from the breeze. I moved them to the side and stepped outside to find myself on a massive balcony, more like the size of a plaza. What caught my surprise even further was the gigantic breakfast table awaiting me. Tea and scones were piled high in the middle, surrounded by fruits and pastries. I shook my head and smiled to find him staring at me, smirking.

'So, you like it?' he asked, already knowing the answer from my facial expression.

'Are you kidding? It's amazing! Very continental' I winked at him as he came over to me to take my jacket off. His hand brushed my arm as he was doing so, causing both me and him to blush. I couldn't lie, he looked good. His hair was pulled back into a relaxed low ponytail, with ringlet curls falling from his face. Not very often was I searching for words, but he left me a little stumped. Pulling a gorgeous pillowed chair out from under the table, he gestured for me to sit down.

'Why thank you!' I exclaimed as I sat down, taking in the view. It truly was incredible. A blanket of turquoise covered the sky, the sun beating down on my back. I looked down and saw beautiful houses and gardens. The nature here was breathtaking.

'So, help yourself! There's a lot here!' He giggled. I poured myself a cup of tea as he followed suit, then grabbed a croissant and a scone and put it on my plate. He studied me as I did this. I was aware and could feel myself blushing. After we were both settled, I made the move for conversation.

'You don't even know my name! You're feeding me and you don't know my name. That's dedication' I joked.

'I was just gonna get to that! You look like....a....Kate!' He smiled as I shook my head at him and laughed to myself.

'A Kate? Really? Is that the best you can do?' I rolled my eyes playfully and stared him out.

'Ok, ok! You gotta tell me now' he begged.

'It's Tegan! But just call me T, ok?' I told him.

'Ok, TEGAN' he emphasised, causing me to scowl. 'It's cute. I like it' he concluded.

'So, you wanna know about me? You're a pretty damn closed book!' I said before taking a sip of my tea.

'I know, but it's only because I have to be! I'm sorry about the other night. Sometimes I just can't handle everything, you know? The pressure gets too much. All the media ever do these days is paint a bad picture of me, making me out to look like a monster. I'm sure you know what they say, but I'm sure you also know that it's horrifying and completely untrue. I mean, can you believe that one actually said I had 'bleached my skin'? Yeah, sometimes it gets me mad. And upset. It hurts me. All I wanna do is make people happy, yet they still stand in my way. And you could say my love life is a total shambles too' he finished. I sat in awe for a minute. A wave of sorrow fell over me. He was right, you do believe the press because what they say seems so true and so right at the time. I felt so bad for him, and I honestly didn't think he was going to speak about himself that much. However, he seemed much more lively than a couple of nights ago.

'I'm sorry. I can't imagine how tough it is for you' I sighed.

'You don't have to apologise, it's not your fault. There are some nasty people in this world. Now, it's your go! Pour your heart out!' He encouraged. It amazed me how upbeat he could continue to be after talking about such a big subject in his life.

'Well...I live on my own, I'm recovering from a bad break up, and my childhood wasn't that great either. My sob story isn't half as good as yours' I joked. I could feel him staring into me, almost like he knew that wasn't the full story. 'So, I think you need to start from the beginning and talk me through your fame journey, don't you?' I suggested, looking at him expectantly.

The next hour was spent with Michael telling me his stories, the funny ones and the sad ones, causing me to laugh with him and get emotional. He opened up, almost like he had flourished, and it was endearing to see. I didn't even know friendships could start up this quick. His cuteness overwhelmed me. Just when I was about to ask him for another story about him and his brothers in Indiana, he cut me off.

'Look, I have had the best time with you this morning. I didn't realise, but it's now 11am, and I need to be at rehearsals in an hour.' He explained, his face falling. I stood up out of my chair as he did the same thing, and I smiled at him.

'It's ok. I have had such a great time Michael. Thank you' I professed.

'I'll show you out' he replied softly. We made our way to the front door, and as I was about to leave, he pulled me into a hug. This caught me by complete surprise, but I complied. My head fell perfectly into his neck, and he smelt divine. I pulled away and smirked up at him before turning to leave. Just as I stepped out into the garden, he called me back.

'T, wait!' He yelled. I turned back and made my way to him.

'What now?' I playfully rolled my eyes.

'When will I see you again?' He asked with sincerity. My face visibly lit up. He wanted to see me again!

'Well, you know my shift at the cinema pretty well' I chuckled, trying to be relaxed.

'No, I mean, properly. Can I get your number?' He asked. Before I even had enough time to answer, he fumbled around in his trouser pocket to find a small notepad and pen. He ripped out a page and gave it to me, and I automatically wrote down my telephone number. I smiled as I handed it back to him.

'Bye!' he said once again.

I walked away, every now and then glancing back at the mansion. I could see him on the balcony, looking out into the trees. Hailing down a cab, I fell into my seat content with my life. That was the cutest breakfast I had ever had.