Balloons [A Michael Jackson Fan Fiction]

Chapter 13: The Valentine

Chapter 13: The Valentine

{M}

  He paced around his hotel room, thinking of what he should do today. Well, he couldn't actually do anything, considering he was "the biggest popstar to ever walk on the planet," as they would say. He didn't think so though. He thinks that he should be treated like everybody else because he's still a human being. He thinks that he shouldn't be mobbed anywhere he goes, or being asked to take a photograph with, or sign something, or even being stalked.

   Not that he didn't appreciate his fans gestures. He loved them. They were just showing their love for him, and he liked that. In fact, they actually amuse him. He liked the fact that he was inspiring other people and that they appreciate his hard work. He just wishes to be unnoticed sometimes. He wanted to be, well, normal.

   He sighed exasperatedly.  Of course, he'd go to Autumn's house. As usual. He stood up, grabbed his blazers and fedora, and exited the hotel room. He asked his bodyguards to come with him for his trip.

   Outside, he was quickly greeted by screaming fans. Some were holding up posters, some were crying, some were imitating his trademark of glove and fedora. He chuckled lightly, this was actually pretty cute. He greeted a hi to the fans and decided to sign a few things for them until John, his driver and also bodyguard arrived. And when he did arrive, Michael quickly waved a bye and got in his temporarily rented car and went on to Autumn's house.

   When he got there, he knocked slowly on the door, hoping she wasn't asleep. He leaned on the door, when he suddenly heard the shuffling of someone's feet. It was her. He quickly pulled away from the door, thinking of last time when he leaned on the door and ended up falling on the floor as Autumn opened it.

"Michael? What are you doing here?" She said yawning, her hair standing in every direction possible.

"Your hair's a mess," he snickered.

"It's nine o'clock in the morning, I just woke up, and now you're here. Mind telling me why?"

"Didn't have anything to do," he shrugged.

"Well, come in. Was just about to make breakfast."

"So," he started as he walked in. "I thought maybe we should do something today."

"Oh? Like what?"

"I don't know, go to the park or the hospital or something. I'm not very used to New York."

"Sure, why not?" She gave him a warm smile, which cheered him up a bit for some particular reason.

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   After two hours of eating and waiting for Autumn to get ready (Do girls really take that long to get dressed and everything? Wow.), they finally arrived at the hospital. The same old hospital stench greeted them once again as they walked in.

   They talked again like nothing happened last time. He enjoyed her company very much, so he might as well enjoy her company while it lasts. Does she enjoy his company too? He hoped so. He was leaving soon for his tour. He knew he was going to miss her.

   Maybe he should invite her to go on tour with him? No, that would be ridiculous. Plus, what will people think when they realize Autumn Sommerset, a normal New Yorker with a normal life, was just invited to go on tour with Michael Jackson? Not pleasant things, that's for sure. Different rumors would be spreading in different places, and he didn't want that for her.

   They entered the children's ward again and was greeted by excited children and a sleeping Maria. He shuddered mentally. She looked so much worse than the last time they visited her, and that was like, what, only a week ago? She looked paler than ever, and her body looked more fragile than broken glass.It seemed like even the slightest breeze could tear her body apart. Even of he only did meet her a few days ago, this still hurt him. It hurts him to see any chi;d who had tp suffer.