Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"Room 582" - Chapter 5

So apparently i'm going to Michael Jackson's hotel. After I have nodded my head yes to the suggestion Michael says "Great, you shouldn't walk so Robert's just gonna' have to carry you" while smiling at my confused face. I suddenly feel Robert lifting me up against his chest with his arms under me and he starts walking through the backstage area with Michael on his side. I don't know what to to with my hands because I don't want to put them around Robert's neck so I just keep them in my lap, debating wether or not I should protest of him carrying me. I don't.

We walk through different pale corridors until we reach a door that I suppose leads out to a car or something that will take us to the hotel. At the door there are another 3 guards that closes around Michael, they quietly make a plan of how he is getting to the car and they decide to take me out to the car first, followed by Michael.

Robert opens the door and starts walking towards a black car. I'm blinded by flashing lights, paparazzi I suppose. Great, I probably look like a dead fish. I hear different men screaming stuff like "Is this the fan that got hurt?" , "Did Michael try to rape her", " Is she dead?", "Has she broken her legs?". I get so shocked by the things they are shouting. Why the fuck would I be dead? And why the fuck would Michael try to rape me in the middle of a concert? I thought that maybe one or two magazines would write about the incident that had happened tonight, but wow this is just crazy. All we did was to fall onstage, it's not that big of a deal, and they try to paint Michael out as a rapist? Sick.

Robert puts me in the car, closes the door and leaves. I can see the group of paparazzis outside of the windows, but can't hear the shouting and screaming anymore. All I hear is my own breaths, it's almost peaceful. Soon after, the door opens once again and in comes Michael followed by the 4 guards. Michael sits besides me with a guard on his other side, and the other 3 guards infront of us. There's very little space in the car and I can feel Michael's leg pressing against mine. Our shoulders touching. I fear that I smell terribly and try to get as far away as possible from him, causing my other shoulder to press hard against the window. The guards don't say anything and the car starts rolling.

"I'm sorry for the lack of space, I usually only have one guard with me" Michael says close to my ear. I don't want to look up at him to answer but I do and get surprised by how close his face is to mine. I'm afraid that he don't like my face so close to his so I quickly try to keep a distance by pushing it backwards, causing me to hit my head at the car window with a loud sound. I face palm in my head, god i'm stupid.

"Oops" I say and awkwardly laugh a little

"Are you alright?" Michael giggles

"Yes" I answer him while looking down on my hands, avoiding the death glares from the guards. I bet they think that I'm going to murder Michael any second or anything because all they do is stare at me.

I hear Michael giggle a little again and I turn my head towards him to see what he is giggling at. "I'm sorry" he giggles to me "That was too funny" he continues. I smile and starts to laugh a little with him, feeling instantly more comfortable. I'm glad he found it funny and didn't think that I was embarrassing. Suddenly I remember Julia and starts to panic.

"I'm sorry but did someone have a phone I could borrow to call my friend?" I ask nervously

"Yes right, absolutely, Robert?" Michael answers me. Our faces are still very close to each other, guess there's nothing to do about it. He's so close that I could kiss him If I wanted to, but of course I'm too scared to do that and I do have some morality so I will spare him that uncomfortableness. I feel my heart beating faster at the thought of his lips against mine, and look down at my hands again waiting for Robert to give me the phone.