Accidental Fate~A Michael Jackson fanfic

Accidental Fate

~Chapter One

Allie's POV

The plain notebook paper sits in front of me like a canvas waiting to be painted...I hate writer's block, as they call it. As far back as I can recall, I've always written. Mostly it's been poetry, but one time a short story I wrote won my high school's local writing competition. And no, I'm not one of those dark poetry writers who write about the pressures and confines of society and how the world is a black dreadful orb with nothing but sadness, I like to write about love, and beautiful things. My dad always said it was a waste of time, while he ripped my notebooks and smoked another cigarette after another. I rub my forehead with my hand, I'm stuck. I can't believe this, I haven't had writer's block in forever. "Allie Allie Allie Mo Mallie!!" I hear the small voice of Katie, the little girl I'm babysitting. "What Katie Girl?" I affectionately ask the bouncing girl now sitting on the couch beside me. "Can I go outside and ride my bike? Please???" "Uhm....I don't know, have you done your chores?" I ask. Katie sighs and blows a bouncy brown curl out of her eyes. "Maybe...maybe not.." She says as I think it over. "Well Katie Girl, what am I going to do with you?" I say playfully as I tickle her stomach. Katie bends over in laughter and she giggles as I say, "Okay, you can ride your bike, but I'll make sure to watch you." "Yayyyyyyyyy!!!" Katie screams im delight as she runs to get her flowery helmet and knee pads. I shake my head and laugh. She's such a cute and original little kid. I hope she never loses that.

Michael's POV

Finally. I wipe and shake the sweat from my dark brown curls as I walk back into the black car. Concerts wear me out, and it's evident as I lean back, putting my head against the window. The tinted glass feels cold, so I lift my head up. Wow, people who sleep in cars have a lot of skill. "Hey, where are we going next?" I ask Kenton, the very old and hearing aided driver. "Mistuh Jackson, we is goin' to the nearest hotel." He says in his frail old-person voice. "Oh." I murmur as my heart sinks...I really wanted to go to KFC. My gaze drifts out the window to a couple of children playing hopscotch. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I look away and wipe it off with my heavily-buckled sleeve. What I'd give to be out there. "Mistuh Jackson, we is almost-" Kenton stopped mid-sentence with a choking sound. "Kenton? KENTON!" I look up and realize...oh no. NO. The car begins to swerve as I unbuckle and climb up in the front. Cars honk, but the sound of my heart is drowning all the noise out as I struggle to move Kenton's limp body over.

Allie's POV

I stare at my notebook...my mind is absolutely blank. I walk outside, my footsteps aimless as I watch Katie from the porch. Where's my boombox when I need it? I move a blade of grass over on the porch floor with my Converse, bored. My heart triples in beat then. The sound of tires squealing erratically silences my thoughts as my head whips to the street. Oh god, no. NO. Katie squeals happily, unaware a black car is speeding quickly down the road toward her.

Michael's POV

I finally get to the brake just as a small girl with brown curls comes into view. No. If I hurt that girl, I'd kill myself first. A late-teenage girl pops into view, pushing the girl out of the way just as I swerve, hitting the girl on the hip and I swerve into a yard. My head hits the steering wheel as I black out.

~Chapter Two

Allie's POV

I wake up in the fluorescent lights of...the hospital. Ot all comes flooding nack to me. Oh, god. I hope Katie's alright. Then I remember. My hip. I look down aty bandaged hip. I look over the edge of my bed at a young man, his head in his lap, both hands holdimg it up. I study him for a moment, his curly dark brown hair covering his face. He seems familiar, but I can't quite place my finger on it.

Michael's POV

I look up to see Allie-the doctor told me her name-intently staring at me. Her eyes turned as big as dinner plates as she had that ohmygod-its-michael-jackson look. But not quite the reaction I would expect. "How dare you! What were you thinking? Were you drunk? Huh? I don't care if you're Michael freaking Jackson, you almost killed a little girl!!" She yells, face contorting in anger. "Let me just explain myself." I say, calmly.

Allie's POV

I start to say something, but I shut my mouth. He's MJ, so he must have a pretty dang good reason. "My driver had a heart attack and died at the wheel, it was everything I could do to steer it off the road. Believe me, I would kill myself before hurting a child." Tears slid down his face and my heart softened a bit. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "I didn't know." "I know, I know." Michael said, sympathetic. "How did you stay here? Aren't you doing the Bad tour right now?" I asked, while Michael's face brightened into a smile. "So you're a fan, then?" I blushed. "Maybe...I mean, I like your music." I say as he smiles even larger. His manager steps into the room, whispers something to him and turns toward me. "You won't press charges for Michael hitting you, will you?" I shake my head and say, "I understand it was an accident...it wasn't his fault." She nods and steps out of the room. "I'd like to make it up to you, Allie. I feel really bad about the accident, and I really admire how you saved that little girl." Michael says as he smiles his beautiful smile. "I think I'd like that, Michael. And thank you, Katie means the world to me, I didn't even think about it twice. It was just something I did." I smile and Michael smiles back. I can't believe this...someone hits me with a car and it's Michael Jackson. Lucky me, right?