Rich Passion • ℳJ Fanfiction

2 | It Isn't You?

Chapter 2 | It Isn't You?

The sun, shone through the fuchsia colored curtains. Y/N's gradually began to flutter open, wincing at the glowing light.

"Ugh, what happened?" Y/N groaned as her eyes began to roam around her bedroom.

The bedroom looked exactly the way it was yesterday. All her materialistic belongings were placed in the bedroom originally. Y/N proceeded to the bathroom, she examined her reflection in the mirror. There were no bruises on her skin; her clothes were still intact. She divulged a relieved sigh, as she began to brush her teeth & shower. After her hygiene treatment, she proceeded to the hallway.

The footsteps created a creaking sound as Y/N step down the stairs. Great silence occupied the living room area. Not a single person in sight except for Y/N. She proceeds into the kitchen. The refrigerator was opened with a man looking deep into the fridge.

"Excuse me?" Y/N said startling the man.

"Yes miss- Oh hello Y/N," Michael responded with a smile.

"Who are you? Honestly, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked.

"I should be asking you that miss, what have you done to my house. What happened to everything?" Michael replied with an eyebrow raised, obtaining eye contact with Y/N.

"I rented this estate for a year. I'm sure I was by myself when I arrived. I don't understand how you got here. Nor I don't even care how you got here, you need to leave right now!" Y/N snapped at Michael rudely.

"Look here Y/N, I'm not here to play these childish games with you. I've been kind to you ever since I mysteriously got here. I haven't mistreated you in any way. I don't know what you identify me as, I'm not an intruder whatsoever. I'm completely as confused about this as much as you are," Michael stated.

"Then who the hell are you? A Michael Jackson impersonator? Listen, I don't have time right now for this, you have thirty seconds to up & leave or I'm calling the police." Y/N demanded folding her arms, rolling her eyes at the man.

"YOU KNOW WHAT! No, please please, hear me out. Okay, I'm sorry for being rude. I woke up in one the guest bedrooms unexpectedly. I thought I was drunk that's why I came into the bedroom, then I came in contact with you. When you passed out, I took you back into the bedroom & I slept in the guest bedroom. That was it, nothing more nothing less. I'm Michael Jackson. I'm not an impersonator, I promise." Michael frowned.

"How can I believe you? I don't even want to right now. I apologize for my disrespectful behavior towards you. Let's go into the living room & talk shall we?" Y/N suggested.

"What year is it, why does everything look different?" Michael asked as he followed Y/N into the living room.

"It's 2020 Michael." Y/N responded sitting on the sofa.

"What! It was 2004 when I went to bed last night." Michael gasped in shock as he looked at the clock on the wall.

"Wait? No, he's dead, it can't be you. Oh my god."Y/N replied as she gradually began getting up from the sofa in disbelief.

"Who's dead Y/N?"" Michael asked fearfully.

"Michael Jackson died ten years ago from alleged cardiac arrest. Michael, it can't be you, please tell me you're lying. He's gone." Y/N announced as she began to wipe away the mournful tears escaping her eyes.