To You, My Heart I Surrender [Michael Jackson Love Story]

Chapter 3: It's been 3 weeks [edited]

It's been 3 weeks since the Anime Convention. 3 weeks since I last saw Michael. I tried, like he asked, calling him. Never got through. As far as I got was to an assistant that had the same responce every time they picked up the phone. She seemed to have said that line so much her voice had an annoyed tone to it.  'Mr. Jackson is busy right now. He'll call you when he has the time. Can I take your name?'  I always gave her the same answer, 'He calls me Sparky.' I eventually gave up about a week and a half ago. Maybe this was a one off meeting? You know when you go on a holiday and meet people, become friends, then as soon as the holiday is over you never speak again? It was probably that.

I decided to go out for a bit. Clear my mind of Michael and everything that's been happening. As good as the past wee while has been I actually have a lot going on. My mother isn't exactly proud  her youngest daughter is a rebel. Seriously, this 'rebel' label stemmed from me dying my hair black and not the popular colour in my family- blonde. She has disowned me till I come out this rebel stage in life. My mum and sisters all have blonde hair: Dyed of course. The type of blonde that requires you have to bleach the fuck out of your hair so much that when you go in the shower it turns into a straw like texture.

My mother is the type of person that would get pissed off if you decided to build a community garden, or any other thing, because they fear it will take the 'wow factor' away from them. I believe the term for that type of person is snobs. Which rightfully fits my family name. I have 2 sisters and a brother. All older than me. Which sucks. My Brother and Father are the only people I get along with.

I decide to go to the park that sits across the road from my house in what used to be a over grown field that no one used and was riddled with litter: Beer bottles, drug needles and the occasional dead body. The council decided to make it into a park for the kids since the town had nothing to do here and was constantly bored. Of course my mother and her small circle of snobs opposed to the idea at the community meeting that was specially held for the project, saying it will cause a racket and bring troublesome teenagers to the street and cause god knows what crimes. The council and the rest of the town citizens tried to convince them but my mother and her friends were spiteful and insisted it was a bad idea. It hasn't caused a problem so far.

I sat on the swing thinking about everything in my life. I had left school and I'm looking for work- I want to be in a band, I want to be the new Joan Jett in a band like The Runaways, but I'm scared to tell my Mum. She probably cut me off completely. I was brought out of thought when my ringtone started playing. I looked at the screen and who would of thought, Michael. Do i answer? Or give him the treatment I had received on his side? I decided to answer. That way I can give him a piece of my mind.

"Hello?" I asked.  "Hey, Sparks. How are you?" Michael asked in his normal happy voice. "Pissed off," I responded as I rolled my eyes. "How come?" He questioned, sounding like he actually cared. "I'm pissed off because you and that assistant of yours. Every time I called, 'Sorry, Mr. Jackson is busy. Sorry, Mr. Jackson is busy. Every. bloody. time." Michael in response just laughed. "I'm going to hang up," I said as i began to remove the phone from my ear. I could hear Michael faint voice tell me he's sorry and not to hang up. I put the phone back to my ear, "What is it you want, Michael?" He sighed, "I'm sorry I never called back sooner. My manager and record label have been pushing me to release another album, but I'm not ready. So I was in meetings trying to reason with them. So guess what, I'm working on a new album." I suddenly felt bad, "Michael, I'm so sorry. I should of just waited for you to call back instead of persistently calling you." I said, as the guilt crushed me like a elephant. "Don't be. You calling all the time kept me going. The thought that I was on your mind helped me try fight my case." I smiled, "Well. I'm glad I helped you. You want to do something? Go somewhere? I'm sure we both have stuff on our minds we want to escape from?" I asked with a hopeful tone in my voice. "Yeah, I was actually calling to ask that. How about KFC? In half an hour. I'll come pick you up- in disguise of course." he said, laughing at the last part he said. I smiled, "Yeah, sure. I need to get away from this house. See you in half an hour," I said. We said our byes as I went back to the house to change. As I stepped into the house I was bombarded with questions from my mum- thought i was 'Disowned.'

"Who were you on the phone to? I saw you smiling. Better not that no good kid your friends with, She steals," She said as she followed me around. "The checkout assistant mistakenly leaving shore tags on items isn't stealing," I replied. She snorted, "she probably knew the tag was still on the item." I turned to her, "When you buy stuff, Mother, you don't really search your items trying to find lost tags. You assume the assistant leaves a tag on by mistake. Do you?" My mum nodded, I sighed, "Of course you do." She piped in again, "Yes. I don't want to be mistakenly accused as a thief." I looked at the ceiling. Why today, why now? "You hear that work you used,' mistakenly accused,' Means you didn't do it."

I walked away. I'm not doing this now. I went to my room to get ready

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