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

Chapter 4: Crush [edited]

I just grabbed my Death Note messenger bag when I heard a car honk. I looked out the window to see a Black 1969 Dodge Charger. It was beautiful.

I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs, "Who is that?" my mum called as she peered out the window behind the blinds. "A friend. I'm going out see you when I get back. I don't know when i'll be back. So, don't worry." I called back quickly leaving my house before I get interrogated. As I was walking down the garden path towards the car. A tall slim figure got out, ". . .Michael?" I wasn't sure if it was him in disguise, Or a body guard picking me up. "Hey, Spark. It's me." I nodded and smiled.

He got back in the car. I quickly went around to the passenger side and got in. "How's life?" I asked, cutting the awkward silence, "I mean you haven't spoken to me in what? 3 weeks? When I did phone you, you wouldn't answer. It made me feel like a stalker. Know how embarrassing that was?" Michael, being Michael, laughed in response. "Don't worry about it. I get obsessive phone calls all the time. June is used to it." I nodded, "but, I'm not 'Obsessive.'" I said as I turned to look out the car window for the rest of the ride, not wanting to continue on the subject.

"Sitting in, or, Taking away?" I turned to Michael, "At KFC?" He nodded, "Sitting in? If that's okay with you?" He nodded.

He drove into the car park and parked the car. He turned off the engine, took the keys out and got out the car. I grabbed my messenger bag and followed. We walked into a packed KFC, 'Should of choose taking away,' I thought to myself. "This place is packed, Michael, you want to just go through the drive through?" I asked as I turned to look back at him. But he was already 5th person in cue, 'I guess that's a No then.' I signed to Michael I was going to grab a table. He smiled and nodded.

While I waited at the table I grabbed, I decided to check my social media account. I already knew I wouldn't have any notifications, I never did. I had a small group of friends on facebook, that drifted apart after I left school. I would occasionally get a message from a bully, telling me to 'go die,' I did my best ignoring the messages. After having left high school for just over 4 years ago, I was still being tormented by my bullies.

I was brought back to reality from the world of facebook to Michael putting down the tray with a family sized bucket. There was no way we could finish all this: Chicken, fries, sides and a large drink. Michael took a piece of chicken and started munching on it, smiling and Hm'ing after every bite. I smiled, "You must like Chicken." He giggled in response. I took a piece of chicken and took a bite. I could understand why he was 'hm'ing'

"What's wrong?" I looked up, "What?" Michael swallowed what he was chewing, "I said, 'Whats wrong?' You're really quiet. Not the 'comfortable quiet', you normally have around you. There's something on your mind. What is it?" I sighed, "My Mum. She's always complaining about the friends I do have, rather than complaining about the friends I don't have. I only have one friend left in my life and shes certain that she's a thief." Michael frowned, "what about me? Am I not your friend now?" I frowned, "Shit, Michael, You are my friend. I'm sorry. It's just. . . I don't know how to explain it." He nodded, "I understand how you feel. Now, what's really on your mind?"

I smiled, "That's it, I swear." He nodded, Still not taking my word for it.

I looked at him, "Hey, you promised I'd get to see this 'Michael Jackson', You keep going on about."  I asked to quickly change the conversation.

We were interrupted by a middle aged woman, "excuse me. I couldn't help over hear you mention Michael Jackson. Are you a fan?" She pointed to the seat next to me, "May I?" I nodded, "Sure. And I'm sort of a fan," I said as I turned to look at Michael. "Me too! I saw him live once. He was on his Bad Tour back in '87" I leaned closer, "Tell me more. What was it like?" She smiled as she recalled the experience, "He was hot. Really energetic. I was 15 year's old and had the awfullest crush on him. I was hooked when my Mother got me the album for my birthday." I nodded, "Have you ever met him?" She sighed, "Unfortunately, no, I haven't. But I was going to! There was a small meet-and-greet scheduled before the concert. But it was cancelled, Never got an explanation why. All the girls were crying. But we soon had our spirits back up when the concert started." she softly smiled. She looked at her watch, "I have to go. It was nice talking to you. Bye" I waved, "Bye."

I turned to Michael, "So, you've been on tours, Mr. Big shot?" He nodded, "Many. I remember that date she's talking about. The meet-and-greet was cancelled because I collapsed. I told my tour manager not to tell the fans, I didn't want them to worry and for the incident to be in the press. I didn't want people to say I'm not up to it anymore."

We packed up our stuff and headed home. Michael pulled up outside my house, I could already see my mum trying to secretly pull the window blinds down to see what was happening. "I had a good time, Michael. Wanna hang out again?" He nodded, "Yes. I'll call you I have stuff to play. Then we'll hang out." I nodded, "Sounds like a plan." 

I got out the car and waved as he drove off. When the sound of the engine died down to silence I sighed: Back home again. I turned towards my house and walked up the garden path I saw the blinds spring back to their normal position and saw the silhouette of my mother at the front door waiting to hear the details.

Great.