You Don't Know? (A Michael Jackson Fan-fiction)

You Don't Know? 1

*Bad Era*

I was walking down the streets of Hollywood when all of a sudden, I hear girls and boys screaming and everyone running towards one direction, building a huge crowd.

I run over to the crowd and as soon as I know, I'm in the midst of it.

I look around and see no way out. I start pushing people out of my path to get to the sidewalk again.

As I was about to reach it, I turn my head and see a man-like figure in a black suit getting pulled and hovered over. No one was helping him at all so I run back to help.

He must be well-known or something in because these people are going nuts.

I run to him as fast as I can moving screaming people out of the way.

When I get to him I crouch down–as he was– and wrap my arms around him, leading him out the crowd with thousands of people following and all pushing and rubbing up against us.

I thought to myself, where are his bodyguards, because if this is happening to him, I'm pretty sure he has bodyguards all the time.

As we're running whilst crouching through the crowd, he points to a black Cadillac. We continue to run and as soon as I blink, we're in the black Cadillac and he shuts the door quickly.

It's hundreds, maybe thousands of people running towards the car.

"Thanks Bil—" Then he turns around, facing me.

"Uhh, who are—you...?"

When I turned around to look it was THE MICHAEL JACKSON, the THRILLER MICHAEL JACKSON, THE MICHAEL JACKSON WHO I LISTEN TOO EVERYDAY AND NO ONE ELSE COULD EVER BEAT ME AT ALL IN ANY MICHAEL JACKSON THING. If that makes sense. But, I "know" him off the back of my hand, never in a million years would I think I would get to meet him.

I look down quickly to suppress my enlarging smile, I hide it away very quickly and I look up. "I'm Angel." It's so hard to not smile, my lips are quivering but somehow I'm managing to keep it under control. Barely though.

"Um, I saw you getting chased and pulled and hovered by all of those people, and I saw that no one was helping you so I decided I would. Oh and by the way...who are you?"

I want to act dumb so he wouldn't know I knew who he was, I don't want him to freak out, and I don't want him thinking I'm doing this just because he's Michael Jackson.

At first I didn't even know who he was, but now...

He gasps at my question. A few moments later he smiles.

"Um, I'm Michael... Michael Jackson."

" Oh, that's a nice name- has a really nice ring to it." I say looking down while smirking.

"Yeah, do you know me?" He asks mischievously.

"Um... no. Not really."

Not really? What kind of answer is that?

His eyes widens with a huge smile, and a sigh of relief.

"But are you alright?" I try to divert the situation very quickly.

He smiles "I'm fine." "Really, I go through this every time I'm out!"

"Oh! Well, that's not fun..." I say as we look to some fans who start banging on the side window.

"Yeah, but if you're the one who... where's Bill?" He tries to look around outside of the window but is unsuccessful because many fans are blocking the way.