The Lady In My Life, A Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Love Story.

Chapter 1

Candace. Candace-Marie Jones. Let me tell you a few facts about her. She is one tough piece of meat. Born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri, she never really had a lot growing up. Her parents were in the middle of a divorce, and she basically spent her whole entire childhood in poverty. She decided that she's had enough of this "Tough Life" and decided that she had to leave ASAP. She had her 30th birthday coming up soon, so she decided to put her apartment up for sale, and move to Los Angeles, California. Once she found a nice condo, she decided to call up her old friend she met 2 years back at a concert. She was a fan, but she loved him dearly. Michael Jackson. Yes. She was VERY close friends with the King Of Pop. They both ran into each other backstage at his BAD Tour, and has remained close friends ever since. They kept in touch. Once she called him to tell him her plan, he was delighted to get to see his long tome friend that he missed.

*Candace's POV*

I've been packing for the last 2 weeks, and I cannot believe I leave tomorrow! This is the second best thing that has happened to me. Besides meeting Michael.. She had all of her designer zebra print luggage bags packed, now all that was left to do was shower, and go to bed. She grabbed her purple towel off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. Since she was packing all day, she was very dirty and messy. She turned the hot water on, and began taking her clothes off. She took off her high school tee-shirt, labeled "PCH" and threw it down. Next, her black sweatpants, and red underwear. She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down her body. Candace, being a mixture of African American, Caucasian, and Indian, she had very fine, long, thick, brown hair that reached her butt. She stood, soaking her hair. She stood in for about 20 minutes, then began to wash up. She got out the shower, wrapped her towel around her body, and went to her room. Since it was her last night in St. Louis, she really didn't care sleeping naked for just one night. She imagined her arriving to Cali, and seeing Michael greeting her as she got off her plane. She drifted off into sleep.

*Michael's POV*

"I cannot believe Candy's staying in LA!" Michael silently squealed to himself. "Since I'm meeting her, I gotta do something nice. Sweet. Something special. Maybe invite her to Neverland after unpacking? Knowing how tough she is, she would never go for it." I always thought she was a nice, cool, down to earth person ever since we met at my concert back in St. Louis 2 years back.

**FLASHBACK**

"Hi. My name's Candace. Candace-Marie.", she said with a huge smile on her face. I could tell she was just another fan. "Hello, Candace. Nice to meet you", I uttered. She gave me the weirdest look, like she was waiting for something else. I saw the smile fade off her face.

"Well......" she paused.

"Well.... What?" I was lost.

"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?"

"I thought you already knew my name." I simply stated. "That's why you're here at MY concert, remember?"

She shook her head. "Wow. I honestly thought that you were a real person. We are BOTH still human beings. Just because you are famous worldwide, and the King Of Pop, doesn't mean I don't deserve a proper, formal introducing."

It seemed like she was upset. She then walked away, disappointed because she feared I was stuck up, like those self-absorbed celebrities. I was shocked. She actually viewed me as a normal, human being, and not like some God. I HAD to talk to her.

"Candace. CANDACE-MARIE!" I yelled after her. She turned around, tears in her eyes. She tried to look tough, like she wasn't upset, but I saw right through her. I understood her.

"Nice to meet you." I'm Michael. Michael Jackson."

"Now THAT'S better", she giggled.

**FLASHBACK ENDS**

Ever since then, we have always talked. We kept in touch. As a matter of fact, we talked EVERYDAY. Multiple times a day. I found it so easy to talk to her, and she found it easy to talk to me. Person to person. Not fan to celebrity. We remained close friends. Something was different about her, though. The fact that she actually saw me without all the fame, all the talent, and all the fortune was just so incredible to me. And I could not wait to see her.