Jenna's POV: This can't be real. Is this actually happening?! Am I standing in front of Michael Jackson?! "Yeah, I could use a little help. Do you know how to fix this stuff?" He said. His voice was so gentle. "Y-yeah, I-I can help you out." I said. "Be my guest." He said as he gestured towards the hood. I went up and took a look. My dad taught me a lot about cars when I was younger so I knew what I was doing. "Looks like the engine's shot. Doesn't look like it can be fixed." I said. "Damn it. I can't miss this concert." He said quietly. I was about to make a bold move. "I-if you want I could give you a ride." I said. "That would be fantastic. God bless you." He said with a smile. His smile was so gorgeous. I led him to my car. We got inside and I started driving. We were silent for a little, until my big mouth decided to break it. "So why would a big superstar like you be driving a car on the back roads? I would think that you would have a limo or something." I said. "I usually do, but I heard about this little countryside road and decided to borrow a friend's car to explore. I didn't expect it to break down. Now he's gonna be mad at me." He said with a chuckle. "Understandable. It's beautiful out here." I said. "Yeah, nature really is just amazing." Michael replied. We continued talking until we got to the venue. The two of us got out of the car and went inside. "Thank you so much- uh- I never caught your name." Michael said. "It's Jenna, and no problem." I said as I shook his hand. I watched him run backstage as I headed to my seat. About 30 minutes later, "Dangerous" started playing. I noticed that throughout the concert, Michael kept looking at me. Wouldn't it be cool if he actually had a crush on me? Yeah right, that's every girl's dream, but why would the King of Pop have a crush on a dying girl wearing a blue wig?! HIGHLY unlikely that he likes me. But it's okay to dream, right? Anyways, I had fun during the concert. I had the time of my life. I can officially cross "Go to a Michael Jackson concert" and "Meet Michael Jackson" off my bucket list. Then again, that was my whole bucket list so, I'm done! Kidding aside, now all I can do is just sit at home and wait to die. I was about to get in my car when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed as I spun around, but quickly shut up when I saw who it was. "It's ok, it's just me." Michael said with a smile on his face. "What do you want?" I asked. "Well, since tonight was the last night of the tour, and I don't have anywhere to go at the moment, I was wondering if there's a chance I could stay with you?" He said. Did he really just ask that? Did Michael freakin' Jackson just ask if he could stay at my house? "Uh-uh- sure you can." I said. He smiled. "Thank you so much." He said. The two of us got in my car and I started driving...
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I Just Can't Stop Loving You
FanfictionJenna Davidson has had the worst few months of her short 23 year life. On March 15th, 1991, she was diagnosed with a rare form of Leukemia. The worst part of all this is that she only has , at the most, until the end of the year to live. But she cou...
