How It Used To Be: A Michael Jackson Love Story/ Beatle Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Starting Over

The sun blinded me as me and Paul drove down the road covered in beautiful autumn scenery. Paul offered to let me stay with him until I can get things back to normal for myself. I accepted the offer knowing I have no other choice.

"Paul.... What do you think happened to my parents?" I asked.
Paul continues to focus on the road. "I don't know, Cassidy. I'm only hoping they're okay."
"... Me too"

When we arrived at his house, we started unloading all of my belongings out of the trunk. It wasn't much, considering most of it had been destroyed in... well... an incident.

After refurnishing Paul's home, we settled down to eat my favorite meal that Paul makes especially for me.

"Here you go, Cassidy. Homemade Teriyaki chicken." He handed me a plate full of delicious chicken with a smile.
"Thanks, Sir Paul."

"You'll never get rid of that name will you?" Paul rolled his eyes.
"Never. Just like I'll never get rid of you." I said as I kissed his cheek.
"So what do you want to do today Cassidy? We can go shopping, go to the park, the movies, or we can-"
"Paul, I really appreciate your offers but I'd honestly rather just relax here at home. It's been a rough few nights for me and I really just want to clear my mind." I explained to him.
"Oh. Oh yea that's completely fine. I have to run to the store real quick because while making dinner I may or may not have dropped the milk and spilt it everywhere." Paul blushes as he tried to suppress a smile creeping on to his face.
"Mmm.. Okay." I giggled out.

I closed my eyes for what seemed like hours but when I opened them again, only 30 minutes had past. I laid back down on the couch and fell asleep, only to be woken up by clicks and screams. It was muffled though, almost as if it were coming from outside. I got up and looked out the window to see a huge crowd of people holding signs and cheering. I walked out of the house and towards the crowd to see what they were doing. I saw a limo rolling slowly down the street with a man, rather handsome, sitting on the top waving to all the people. Paul had told me about celebrities coming around here to play at some festival, but I didn't think anything of it. Becoming more interested, I walked outside and struggled to push myself to the front of the crowd to get a better view of this "oh so amazing person". It turns out, this "oh so amazing person" was Michael Jackson. I gasped and soon felt a few hard shoves and a large camera bang my head and the next thing you know, the world becomes blurry again.

"Hey! No! Don't touch my fans like that!" A soft voice yelled.

I saw the man, Michael Jackson, hop off his limo and approach me, along with several bodyguards who were busy blocking off the screaming fans that were sort of intimidating to my limp body.

I was lifted into Michael's arms that I found comforting and was carried back to his limo. My head rested on his lap as one of the scary men stared intently at my head.
"Is she going to be okay?" Michael asked, concerned. 
"Yea she's gonna be fine. Just seems like a minor bruise. I think she's in shock more than anything." The man said, smirking as he continued to stare at me.

Well, who wouldn't be in shock when you're resting your bruised head on Michael Jackson's lap, inside Michael Jackson's limo?

"Alright good. Hey, can you talk right now?" Michael asked, turning his attention to me.
"Um" I paused, trying to find words. "Ya" I squeaked.
He smiled. "Where do you live? We're going to take you home."
"Just a few houses down this road behind us." I directed him.
"Alright. Hey, Marcus turn around so we can take her home."
"Yes, sir."  
"I'm so sorry this happened to you. That damn paparazzi is always doing bad things." Michael sincerely apologized.
"No it's really oka-"
"Hey, Mike? How do you suppose we are gonna get this girl home safely with this crowd of fans following all our tracks?"
"Shoot. I guess me and her can try to make a run for it." Michael suggested.
"I don't think that's such a good idea. Anything could happen to you guys." Marcus argued.
"It's our only option. I don't want to take her back to Neverland right now. Her family would be worried." Michael said.

The mention of my family was tough for me. I don't have a family. All I have is Paul. Don't get me wrong, I love Paul, but I... Just don't like hearing about how it used to be.

"I don't have a family." I whispered. I sat up slowly as tears clouded my eyes.

"I... I'm so sorry. I didn't know..." Michael looked at me with apologetic eyes.
"It's not your fault." I looked down at my feet and started clicking my shoes together hoping that I could become Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and return home with my family; just as Dorothy did.
I was then embraced by a pair of strong arms and I didn't know why, but I felt so protected from everything while in this embrace. I felt as if all my fear was leaving through the tears that I allowed to now flow out of my eyes more and more onto Michaels soft red flannel. He rubbed my back with one hand and combed my hair with the other. I wanted to stay like this forever.

"Marcus, take us to Hayvenhurst."

"Yes, sir."

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Paul's POV
I pulled up the driveway and as the radio in my car ceased, the sound of screams and camera clicks filled the air. They were holding signs and were surrounding a limo, that I guessed held a big celebrity. I shrugged it off because it wasn't the first time this has happened. I was on the street right before a small park was placed, that held a stage where celebrities would play at sometimes. It was a festival that occurred 4 times a year. Cassidy didn't believe me at first because her house is far enough away to where you can't hear the deafening fans.

I quickly walked up to the door fearing I'd be caught. Yes, I'm wearing a full on disguise but I'm not in the mood to risk it. I walked through my front doors holding my groceries. And called for Cassidy.
"Cassidy, I'm home!"
No one answered.
I set the bags down on the kitchen table and walked up the stairs. Looking through all the rooms and all the possible places Cassidy could hide in, I realized she wasn't here. I started to panic.

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Cassidy's POV
"Welcome, to Hayvenhurst" Michael proudly gestures his hand out at the wonderful sight. "We have the place to ourselves. Everyone is out."

I had seen pictures and heard about Hayvenhurst before, but this was different. I had a one in a billion shot at seeing the place and I got it. I gazed at the place in complete awe. I was still a little uneasy with the bodyguards who weren't giving me anymore than a foot on each side of me. Michael grabbed my hand and waved the bodyguards off.
"It's okay, guys. I'll yell if I'm in trouble!"
And with that, we were off, running through the estate, which really seemed as though it were a dream come true.

Author's Note:
Chapter 3 already! I know I didn't update last week like I promised, but it was first week back from spring break and my teachers really made us work hard! I'm so ready for the year to be over.. Anyways, Michael Jackson is in the story now! I also understand that this chapter went a bit fast with Cassidy going to Hayvenhurst and stuff but I had trouble seeing a transition. I promise I won't let the other events in this story go fast. I like the suspense that is created within a story like that. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and have a good rest of the weekend!

Xoxo, ~ S Jackson