ADDICTED → MICHAEL JACKSON

I can't speak, I can't breath, I'm hanging on by a thread🏳

Michael's POV

I wake up before Lila, and decide to cook her breakfast. Just trying to be a gentleman, you know? I walk over to the kitchen area, where eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and muffins were convieniently placed where they belonged.

I grabbed all the necessary utensils and began to cook. I put grease over the frying pan, and began to fry the eggs. I made the pancakes and sausage.

Everything was going great until I began to smell something burning. Due to the many things I had going on the stove, I couldn't tell what was burning. The kitchen alarm went off and Lila's eyes bursted open. She jumped out of bed and ran towards me.

"Michael what's going o-" She stopped dead in her tracks as she realized what I was trying to do. "Aww, were you trying to make breakfast?"

A nervous smile crept up on my face as the eggs caught fire. I yelped, and ran to get a pail of water. Lila grabbed some towels and patted them on the eggs.

That didn't help, and the fire was soon to be spreading. Soon enough, the bodyguards came in with an extinguisher and the fire, well, extinguished.

"Michael?" Benji said. I faced Benji, only to get slapped in the face with a leather glove.
"Two words. Don't. Cook." Benji said before returning to his room.

"Well, at least you tried." Lila said, patting me on the back. "Thanks." I said,smiling. "McDonald's for breakfast?" I asked. "Way ahead of you." Lila yelled from down the hallway.

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When we were done eating breakfast, I laid back down in bed. I was a bit sleepy from the catastrophe that happened this morning, along with the amazing pancakes we just devoured. I layed in Lila's lap, staring up into her eyes. "You ever finish that song?" I asked.

"..Yeah. Why?" Lila replied, looking down at me, a bit of syrup on her cheek. I smiled.

"Because I want you to sing at the concert tonight. It could be a duet." Lila's face lit up.

"Stop playing with me, Michael. You aren't gonna let me sing on that stage tonight."

"Not unless you won't sing that and Liberian Girl with me."

"Michael, I have stage fright. I can't do anything onstage that involves speaking."

"Yes, you can. It'll be just like that night we sang to each other, just in front of a million people."

She narrowed her eyes. "That may not sound frightening to you, you've been doing it basically your entire life. But to me, that's pretty scary."

"Okay, now I see where you're coming from."

Lila grabbed a napkin and wiped her face. "Yeah."

"But please? The fans would love ittt! Just stare at me the whole time."

"Okay, Michael. But there better not be any funny business."

"No funny business baby."

There was gonna be funny business. I don't know if she thought that I had forgotten or something, but today was her birthday.

I wasn't going to let this day go to waste. In the middle of her performance, I was going to roll a three tier cake out.

It would be red and black, with sparklers. I would have the crowd sing happy birthday, and a crown would be placed atop her head.

Then,confetti would rain down. The confetti would be made of love notes that I wrote for her. Best birthday present ever, hopefully. I stared into her eyes.

It's not a minute that goes by when I'm not thinking of her. She's just perfect.

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Lila's POV

It was near time to be out onstage. My hair was curled, my makeup was done perfectly, my outfit was beautiful, and my eyelashes were so big, they could catch a stiff wind.

I smiled as one of the crew members handed me a microphone. Before I knew it, I was pushed out onto the stage, a thousand eyes on me.

The cheers almost made my ears bleed, but all in all, I was happy that Michael was letting me be onstage with him. I smiled as he pulled me into a hug.

The crowd cheered loudly as he gave me a kiss, and the music began. The first song was my song: We Got Heart. I was surprised that Michael even liked this song, due to the fact that it really wasn't his style.

You don't think I'm gonna make it do ya? Mmmhmm.
You don't think I'm gonna last that long? Mmmhmm.
& We'll be standing together, all the way. (All the way.)
It's obvious we'll prove you wrong.

I sang my part, and when the part where the guy was supposed to sing came, Michael surprisingly memorized it, and began to sing. The crowd went wild. Soon my song was over, and the beginning of Liberian Girl started.

Michael sung the first verse, and I sang the second. We were going back and forth, but by the time the song ended we were both singing the same chorus.

The fans loved it. Suddenly, confetti poured from the ceiling, concealing me. A cake was rolled out with the words "Happy Birthday Lila" on the front of it.

The crowd began singing happy birthday, and that's when I was in tears. He remembered. How did he even know when my birthday was? He kissed me and picked me up bridal style, as a crown was placed on my head.

Then it happened. The sound of a gunshot rang through the crowd. They were in a frenzy, obviously. I looked around, only to find that I was the one being shot. The bullet tore through my shoulder. I could feel every piece of flesh, every vein, every nerve ripping apart.

I was in intense pain. I couldn't move, I couldn't cry. All I could do was scream. "Michael.." was all I could say before everything turned black.

A/n:
😬😬😬. That's all I'm saying.

Lemme get this to a thousand words real quick it's just bothering me. Okay there we go. Ughhh still not at a thousand. okay nevermind.