Angel in Disguise ~ Michael Jackson

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I'm actually in love with this story, I'm not sure why I haven't posted in so long omg, I'm gonna update every few days until the story is over.

2009

I drove to Nat until I finally got to the white picket fence house I was looking for. I jumped out of the car and knocked softly on the door, which was opened after a moment of shuffling.

"Londy! So surprised to see you here... Come on in! You look exhausted." She ushered me inside her spotless home, and I sat slowly and carefully on her beige couch.

"If only you knew, Kels. I am exhausted, but it's okay." I looked around, it had been years since I visited my sister's house but only minor changes were made. A few pictures moved around and replaced.

"Make yourself comfortable, my love." She sat next to me. It was clear she had just woken up, her golden hair in one of the messiest buns, a silky robe on her long body. But her blue eyes shone bright as usual. "Are you still worried about that man?"

My mouth gaped open, and then I let out a phony laugh. "Kelsea, of course I'm worried about Michael. It's Michael. Michael. My best friend."

"London, why haven't you moved on yet? You haven't even really talked to him since what? 2005? It's pathetic." She groaned and covered her face with a pillow.

I raised my eyebrow at her. "Little girl, you may think you're grown now because you're going on thirty, but I'm a good nineteen years older than you and I know damn well my baby sister is not calling me pathetic like I didn't used to change her diapers."

"Stop taking everything the wrong way London. Michael put you in a rehabilitation center and tried to shut you out of Amir, Micah, and Zay's life, but I'm wrong? Kay, Ma. You sure you even want him to be around the kids because I say--"

"Do not try to give me advice on how to raise my own children. You don't even have any, so what do you know about this?"

"You're right, I know nothing. Just remember that if you had stayed away from him in 2000 like I told you to... Just remember Addysin."

"Do not put my innocent baby out there, Addysin didn't do anything. And if I had left him in 2000, I would never have Blanket, and I would go through everything over and over again, for any of my babies. But look, I didn't come here for an argument. I came to pay my little sister a visit but it seems... That my innocent sister is gone. So I'm leaving."

She sat silently with her arms crossed as I walked out the door.

I bit at the peeling skin on my bottom lip as I drove to the hospital, a few minutes from Kelsea's house.

1984

"I'm free!" I yelled, jumping around, arms spread,  with my bare feet. The sun was rising, flowers were wild, and grass was green which was definitely something worth celebrating.

"You're so beautiful, London." Michael sat Indian style picking the dandelions. My eyeliner had mixed with tears and stained my cheeks, my hair was tangled, and I had ripped my dress until the rag on my body only reached my midthigh. My heels were blistered to fit the perfect ugliness of my muddy feet.

"You have an extremely strange taste, Michael." I giggled, trying to blow hair out of my face. "But you know what else tastes strange? Strawberry wine. And lucky for both of us, I have some in my handbag." I ran off deeper into the meadow and took the half empty glass bottle of strawberry wine out of my handbag. I lifted it in the air as I walked back to him. "Tea Cake , have some."

"I have to drive you home, Janie. And I don't suggest you have anymore either, you're already as drunk as a fish."

I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. "Okay, so yes, I've had a bit. But I'd barely say I'm drunk."

"Whatever you say, Janie."

"Can we go to your mother's house instead of taking me home? Does she even like me?"

"Of course, she loves you almost as much as I love you." He said, picking at the grass.

I turned to face him, my eyebrows raised. "What was that?"

"... My mother loves you almost as much as I do. "

"Love me?"

"Well, yeah. Is something wrong?"

"Of course not, I just never knew. I sat next to him and put my hand on top of his.

"You didn't know?"

"No, you never told me."

"I know, I was trying to show it with my actions."

"Well, I'm glad I know now, this is kinda romantic. Me, looking like one of the zombies in Thriller, you looking like a perfect gentleman. Us, sitting here in this random meadow. But since we're having confession, I love you too. And I've potentially been in love with you since our mission when you asked me to be your girl."

He interlocked our fingers. "I wasn't planning on professing my love for you while you're drunk."

"Michael, I am not drunk." I leaned over to my purse, still holding his hand, and took a pen from my bag. Letting go of his hand momentarily, I drew a tiny heart on my forearm.

"What's that?" He asked, brushing his fingers lightly over it.

"It's gonna sound corny... But it's a heart. And it's on my sleeve, kinda. Get it, heart on my sleeve?"

He chuckled lightly. "I get it."

2009

I smiled to myself as the memories went back thtough my mind and I walked into his room.

His face was weary, much more weary than he had ever been with me.

"Michael... Please wake up soon. Everyone is worried. I know we're not exactly what you would call friends, but you're still in my heart." I smiled, looking down at my 'heart on my sleeve' replica tattoo. "Both of them actually. And if you'd wake up... I mean I know you will... But if you could speed it up please, Michael. I want you and Amir to fix things, and the kids are too young to lose you. They love you Michael... I love you."