ADDICTED → MICHAEL JACKSON

It Started With An Honest Little Crush

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A/N: The chapters of this story correspond with a song titled "Addicted". By a japanese artist named Hatsune Miku (This song happened to be in english), I will put the video ^up there in case you wanted to listen to it. Thanks for reading, -sunsetdrivers

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The gleaming sun interrupts my sleep. I open my eyes to my alarm clock, only to have it blaring off in my ear a couple seconds later. I reach for it, squinting against the bright sun's rays. I smash the 'off' button and turn over in bed.

Should I just skip this practice? Maybe I'd just go audition for Beyonce's tour later that year. I suddenly felt like taking up that offer, but was unable to do so.

"Lila! Get your lazy ass up, or you'll be late for practice!" She screeched, pulling the warm cover off of my now cold, body. That, as you probably have guessed, was my mother.

I sighed. Now, I was wide awake, and there was no going back to sleep from here. I pulled myself out of bed. I had just about 45 minutes to get ready and be out the door. I stretched and ran to the bathroom, washing my face and freshening up. It was 5:20 in the evening​, and practice started at 6:30.

I grabbed a ponytail holder off of the marble counter and put my straight hair into a low ponytail. I put on my black and white Adidas tracksuit and some matching sneakers. I grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. Just as I was driving off, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket.

I fished the phone out of my pocket and drove off, half expecting the woman on the phone to be my mother. "Yeah?" I said, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder. "Hey, hun, it's me."

I quickly put the phone on mute.

"Of fucking course."
 
I took the phone off of mute and put it to my ear once again. "Yes?" I ask.

"Could you drive me to work? My ride literally just bailed on me."

I could have sworn I felt myself reaching through that phone and strangling her, but sadly, I wasn't.  "Yeah, sure. Hurry up though." I started to hang up. "But if I'm late for my first practice, your out of my house." I hit a huge u-turn and sped back to the house, not caring what speed limit I was going at this point.

I watched as she walked downstairs. She was taking her time walking to the car. "C'mon! I got places to be!"

As soon as she got in, I didn't wait for her to fasten her seatbelt before speeding off again.

I know exactly what you're thinking right now. 'You're being such a bitch to your mother!'

Well, believe it or not, she left me on the side of the road when I was only three years old. I was taken in by a foster home, but when I turned 16, they kicked me out. About two years ago, I got a good paying job as a burlesque dancer, and when my mother noticed how huge I was getting, on!y then did she decide to walk back into my life. She was homeless, so I had no choice to take her in. I still refuse to have a relationship with her. Right now, I'm a dancer for the infamous Michael Jackson.

I shot her a fake smile. "So, how's the house you're building coming along?" I said, eyeing the clock. 6:15.  "Almost done; I should be out of your hands by next month." My fake smile grew into a real we as we neared her job. I unlocked the door for her to leave. "Bye sweetie." She said, attempting to plant a kiss on my cheek. I moved my face back.

"Bye..." I started. She slammed the car door and walked away. "...bitch." I continued. I smiled as I sped off to the arena where we'd be practicing for Michael's tour.

I checked in right at 6:30, and ran to meet the other dancers on stage. A man who I assumed to be Frank walked to the front of the stage, facing us. "Alright, glad you're all here. Now, let's get some stretches in, and Michael will be here shortly." His voice echoed throughout the empty arena. 

I did a few stretches and walked around the stage, attempting to mingle with the other dancers. "You new here, smallfry?" A feminine voice said behind me. I whipped around. She lowkey scared me a bit.

"That obvious?" I mumbled, looking down at my shoes.

"Child, look at me. We're all family here! Loosen up!" She said, picking my chin up so my eyes met hers.

 Her eyes were an ocean blue. Not the usual kind of ocean blue, either. Blue-er.

She held out her hand. "The name's Gigi. Nice to meetcha!" I shook her hand slowly. She had a Harley Quinn kind of vibe.

"Nice to meet you too.." I said.

"And you are?" She started.

"Oh, Lila."

"Hey! I remember you! You used to work at the burlesque lounge in NYC! Why'd you quit? You were huge!

"I just wan-

Suddenly a door swung open, and out came Michael and a cluster of buff men wearing black and sunglasses, most likely his bodyguards. My eyes widened as the man we all knew came out and greeted us. Everyone was acting natural  like seeing Michael Jackson was an everyday thing.

My heart started beating out of my chest. I had never felt this before. I thought I was going to pass out. Gosh, he was just so- My thoughts were interrupted by Gigi. "Cute thing, isn't he?"

Gigi walked pass me and up to Michael.

 She whispered something in his ear, making him take off his shades and glare at me. My heart started to beat faster than ever. I attempted to ease it by talking to the other dancers.  Gigi strutted back over to where I was standing and grabbed my arm, dragging me to him.

I held my other arm out the oppisite way, and mouthed to the guys I was making small-talk with. "Help. Me." I muttered back to them. Soon enough, I was face to face with the man in the mirror.

I felt like I was going to die, but I had to keep my cool. "I don't believe we've met." He said, smiling. I smiled back, staring into his doe like eyes.

"Oh, uh, my name's Lila. Lila Henderson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson." I said, holding out my hand. I thought that since we were going to be touring together meant that I actually had to talk to him.

He shook it. "Just call me Michael." He said, chuckling. He was absolutely wonderful. 
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Michael's POV
This cannot be happening. I just met the girl and I'm already in love. Her eyes are so beautiful. I could stare into them for the days, maybe even centuries and not be tired of them.

I'm taking this all too fast. We were just staring at eachother awkwardly until Frank came in. "Alright Mike, everyone is here, let's get this show on the road." Lila runs off backstage. I sigh and walk over to the microphone. My first song was Another Part Of Me. "Don't forget to wait until my count." I remind everyone before we start. 

"5, 6, 7, 8,-" The music comes on and I begin to sing.

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Lila's POV
I wait for my cue and I walk out on the stage. As of right now, we had only learned two dances- Another Part of Me, and The Way You Make Me Feel.

The second one wasn't really a dance. The director said he'd explain the rest to me later. During the song, I almost tore my head off trying to keep my calm around Michael.

He kept winking at me. Was he doing this on purpose?

I don't know, but I loved it. Why am I falling for a guy I just met 30 minutes ago?