Angel in Disguise ~ Michael Jackson

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1983

"Hello?" I answered the phone tiredly. It was roughly 4:00 am, either too late or too early to be awake.

"Hey Janie. Did I wake you?" Michael asked, sounding wide awake.

"No Michael... I'm always wide awake at 4:00 in the morning." I groaned. "What do you want?"

"That's not a very nice way to greet your friend." He laughed.

"How are you laughing? It's too early for this Michael!"

"You'll be laughing too, soon. We have a mission. Be ready in thirty minutes, dress comfortably. Or stay in your pajamas, I don't mind."

"Okay Michael. I'll see you soon." I said and hung up the phone.

I couldn't find it in myself to change, so I just put on my fluffy slippers and waited for Michael in the living room. Exactly thirty minutes later, 'birds' began chirping next to the window. I giggled, knowing it was signal. Michael wasn't one to knock a door or ring a doorbell during secret 'missions' like these. He always saw the need to do the ultimate most.

I ran outside and jumped into the car, as he had left the door wide open.

"Greetings, Janie."

"Greetings TeaCake, what's the agenda for the hour?" I asked as he pulled off.

"That's a surprise." I was so tired, I didn't respond to him.

I started dozing off again when he slammed on the brakes. Michael was never the best driver.

"London, before we go any further, there's something I must confess." He looked at me with a stoic expression.

"What is it Michael?"

"I'm not like other guys."

"I figured, other guys do not go on 4:30am Missions. Go on though."

"No, I mean I'm different."

"Michael are you acting out Thriller?" I laughed. "Can we go where we're going?"

"We're here." I looked around and didn't see much. Just a vacant space and a payphone. He ran out to open the car door for me.

"Honestly, we're out of gas." He said and laughed.

"No, Michael." I giggled and walked with him across the street to the payphone.

"Oh, just once go along with it." We laughed.

"Fine."

"You know I like you, don't you?" He asked in his Thriller voice.

"Yes."

"And I hope you like me... The way I like you."

"Yes." I laughed quietly.

"And I was wondering if... You would be my girl."

"Is it okay if I improvise here?" I thought for a second. "It's just that saying 'Oh Michael' isn't very me. An 'Of course' or an 'I've been waiting for you to ask' would suffice and you know... I could act that out better."

"I'm not acting, London. I was really wondering if you would be my girl." He said, holding my right hand.

"Of course, Michael. I've been waiting for you to ask." I smiled widely and hugged him.

He slid his hands behind my neck and attached the most beautiful heart shaped diamond lockett. "Oh Michael! It's beautiful! I love it."

"Now it's official." He said, kissing my forehead.

"So you woke me up at four to drive to the middle of nowhere, act out a scene from your shortfilm, and ask me to be your girl?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, silly." He smiled his gazillion dollar smile. "I said you were gonna laugh." He slipped a nickel into the payphone and dialed a number I didn't recognize. "Hello?" He answered in a deep voice. "Is Mrs. Wall there? Is Mr. Wall there? Are any Walls there?" He asked into the receiver. The person on the line said 'No, sorry. I think you have the wrong number'. Michael winked at me before answering, "Then what's holding your ceiling up?" And slammed the phone down.

I burst into laughter. I always had a thing for corny jokes, and Michael knew it. "Michael! This is the perfect way to spend--"

2009

"Mom. Mom. Mom." Micah's voice rang in my left ear, waking me from my memory.

"Yes?"

"Mom, did you know that it's illegal to own a sheep without having a leash for it? Sheep owners around the country were forced to purchase a leash for each individual sheep in 2006, which really increased leash sales. I think the government thought this would be an economic breakthrough, but leash sales aren't actually that important to the economy. So there are shepherds with literally seventy sheep that have seventy leashes, one per sheep."

"Micah, are you sure these statistics are accurate?"

"Nope, I made them up." She popped the P, then made the popping noise two more times.

"Micah, you're eighteen. What is the point in making up these fake facts?"

"I always tell them to Daddy, and I'm anticipating. It's boring, I would sleep it off but I'm not tired anymore."

"So you decided to deprive me of my own sleep?" I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"You love me!" She yelled, kissing my cheek and walking off.

"Wouldn't be so sure if I were you!" I yelled after her and giggled.

The playful mood left the room as the doctor walked in.

A/n I knowww it's short.