Finding Michael (Michael Jackson Fanfic)

"We're not in Kansas anymore."

We catch a flight that night to LA and land a couple hours later. We only bring the essentials from our suit cases and leave the rest of our baggage in Las Vegas. The room was still in our possession as far as anyone knew so we used that to our advantage.

"So what's our story again?" Macy asks as we sit on the bus.

"Easy." Cassie turns around in her window seat. "We knock on the door and ask for a Mr. Lance Hosmick."

"And if he's not home? Something I'm assuming will most likely happen."

"We ask to set an appointment." She says surely. "He is a 'realtor' so it would be common for him to get clients."

"I still can't believe we're in Los Angeles." Dee says, looking out the window.

I glance across the isle from my spot by Cassie and look at Dee and Macy.

"Yeah, it's crazy, ain't it? This is where... he," I look around at the nearly empty bus. "lived out most of his life when he wasn't at home or on tour."

"Just imagine it, you guys, he probably drove down these very same streets."

Bridgett giggles. "More like he was driven down these streets."

As they banter back and forth I look up at the front of the bus where a few people sit with their brief cases and grocery bags. Other than that, the bus is basically empty. And we've taken over the back.

My eye catches the glossy black frames of sunglasses that are staring in our general direction. The man's head his turned all the way towards us and he's not being very secretive about it.

I don't recognize him, but I stare back anyway.

I watch as he gets up and comes to take a seat infront of us.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asks, adjusting his beige jacket as he sits down.

"No, that's fine." Macy says kindly.

"So, what brings you girls to LA?"

We all look at each other conspicuously.

"Vacation." I say without missing a beat.

"Yeah," Cassie chimes in. "No place like Los Angeles to let go and unwind."

"Well, be careful." He says lowly. "Wouldn't want girls as pretty as you to get caught up in anything dangerous here in the City of Angels."

"Nope." I stare at him suspiciously. "Wouldn't want that."

The bus stops and we immediately get up from our spots and walk off.

"That was weird." Dee murmurs as we walk away from the bus stop.

"Yeah. That guy was a major creep. Let's just hope we never see him again." Bridgett agrees.

"Okay." I unfold the paper and Macy unfolds a map. "So we're here... and the house is... here." I point out. "We're close."

The address leads us to the center of a suburb where a good portion of LA's most elite live. The mansion's that spread over the winding hills and infront of the clean sidewalks tell me that only rich families reside here. Really rich families.

"Holy crap." Macy breathes, looking around. "We're not in Kansas anymore."

I giggle. "You can say that again."

"I think Stan's parents have a vacation house in this area." Bridgett mentions nonchalantly.

We stop and gape at her.