The Runaways (Michael Jackson Fanfiction) (Unfinished)

Chapter 5

Was it all just a dream? Angelina thought as she sat up in her white sheets. She was used to having lucid dreams that seemed so real. But she could still hear Michael's possibly disappointed voice as he told her goodbye. And she could still see his blurry tall and skinny figure as he walked down the streets away to somewhere she didn't know. Could the world be so cruel to trick her? She fell back in her sheets hoping to fall back to sleep and continue the magical dream. Her dark hair curled and tangled around her as she twist and turned praying for sleep to overtake her.

She gave up and sat up grumbling. Angelina got out of her PJs and went for the bathroom across from the bed. Her stomach started to moan and she bent over holding her stomach and limped to the bathroom as fast as she could.

So maybe it wasn't all a dream and she had something in the toilet bowl to prove she had eaten at McRonalds. (And it stunk like a mofo). But... How? She realized she would be late for breakfast and scrambled to get in the shower.

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Angelina walked down the carpeted hallway searching for her room number. Room 186. She balanced her tray with an orange juice box, bagel, and muffin in one hand and used the other to take her key out of her back pocket. She stuffed the key in the lock and opened the door. She dropped the tray on her dresser and let out a sigh. She opened the small pocket in her bag to drop her key in, surprised to see a crumpled up paper in there. She pulled it out and it wrote:

Eugene Fiddlestick: 000-000-0000

She was confused for a moment. Eugene Fiddlestick? Who was tha-

She gasped. It was Michael Jackson. She squealed. Of course it happened, she had solid evidence! And she had his number. She did a little dance and then kissed the paper.

She had to call him right away. Then she can find out why he's running away and what his plan is. But even if she did, he couldn't walk outside without his beard anyway. I'll buy him a new beard. She thought. She needed her own disguise too if she wanted to walk around casually.

Angelina took some cash from her bag and walked out of her hotel room. She was thinking of possible stores that sell costumes in the middle of June.

She walked out the hotel lobby doors and stepped outside. The burning sun seemed to follow Angelina as she made her way down the street looking around for a shop that had costumes in it.

Angelina wasn't very good with directions, so her mother would always tell her to walk straight if she didn't know where she was, so that if she wanted to go home, she could just turn around and walk straight back. But that wasn't working too well, because soon she just kept seeing apartment buildings, the occasional pizza store and delis. It was so hot, Angelina wished she could jump into a huge pile of snow and just lay there for hours. God, why didn't she bring her water bottle?

She turned around with a sigh and planned on walking back to her hotel until she saw a red Ford following her closely. She glared at it and stopped walking.

The person inside rolled their window down and she got a good look at him. He was darker than her, his hair was in a short afro. He looked her up and down and a small smile played on his thick lips.

"Hey foxy lady. Wanna get in my jeep? So I can see what's behind those clothes?" He said smoothly.

Angelina was surprised. She thought a guy picking up girls like this were only in the movies.

"Um." She said, suddenly breathless.
"No. I have somewhere I gotta go."

"C'mon girl, I'll take you there, I swear. Just show me the rest of your sexy body."

Angelina was blushing. She felt self-conscious about her body for some reason, and she wished she had her sweater on.

"I- I can't. I have a boyfriend already." She lied.

"He doesn't have to know baby."

Angelina was getting annoyed. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone?

"I'm going on a date with my boyfriend right now, and I'm gonna be late if I don't start walking." She murmured.

"Why walk? When there is a nice brother in a car who wants to drive you there and give so much more for you." He exclaimed.

"Can you just leave me alone?!" Angelina growled.

"Dang girl. I see how it is."

Angelina was about to cross the street when he drove past her, almost knocking her over, and shouted,

"You bitch. No one wants your herpes anyway."

Angelina wanted to punch this guy more than anything. It wasn't her fault he was so desperate.

A car zoomed by quickly after, blowing a gust of wind behind it. Angelina's hair blasted across her face when the gush of air touched her. It felt cool enough to almost give her goose bumps.

Angelina wondered if she really should have gotten into the car with that man. The movies never did show what would happen if the actor went into the car with the cat calling guy. Would he rape her? Throw her in a river? Beat her? Angelina felt an itch to know. Were they criminals? Or just horny? She needed some answers.

Angelina walked back in the direction of the hotel. If she was gonna prove to her dad and to herself that she was mature enough, she needed to start learning street facts.

Angelina decided she would observe how people act in the big city. It sounds creepy, but if Angelina was gonna become successful on her own, she needed an example to copy from.

Her boots clicked against the rough concrete as if the shoes were snapping at Angelina to take another step. And she obeyed the snaps of her heels until she reached her hotel room and took out a sheet of paper and a pen. She quickly wrote on the paper:

Plan Runaway

1. Is every man just a creepy rapist inside?

Theory: Yes

Fact: ?

Angelina looked outside her room window in hopes to possibly find an answer to her question. But a minute passed and then two and all she saw were people walking about.

Some people were wearing business suits, some carrying guitars. A couple walked passed giggling and holding hands. Angelina smiled, but then a frown quickly replaced it. Was this couple always this bubbly around each other? She was happy they were laughing, but for how long would that last? Did all relationships fail in the end? The memories of her mother and father arguing and shouting at each other tugged at Angelina's heart strings. Then the couple disappeared from her view of the sidewalk and the memories fell, just like that. She hoped they'd stay together. A hobo jaywalked across the street bare foot. He had a long beard that reached his chest, like he hadn't shaved in years. That's when Angelina remembered about the beard she owed to Michael Jackson!

Angelina slapped her forehead. She had been so caught up in her own head, she forgot about getting him a new beard. He was probably cooped up in his little... well wherever he was staying without getting a breath of fresh air.

Angelina ran out her hotel room for the second time today and was ready for her take two on finding a costume shop.

  WELL, I finally published. After months and months. You guys probably forgot what happened in last chapter, so you could re-read it if you like. I'm sorry for never publishing. And I'm sorry for sounding like a broken record because I keep saying "Sorry." I just finished reading this amazing MJ fanfiction, and that sort of inspired me to finally finish this chapter. (: And I will be updating more often o.-