Dreams Can Come True (an MJ fan fiction)

1972

So this clothing store had kind of tacky clothes to me. But unfortunately, they were the clothes for the 70s! Ugh. So I went and bought this "groovy" shirt that said "Peace is what we need". And I bought bell bottom jeans. I tried it on and they actually look good on me. Yay! Then I bought some headbands. So then I went outside and into a bathroom of a restaurant to change. I got out looking in this time. I even got compliments from people. Great! So then I walked around in the streets of Cali, hoping to find Michael. God, where could this fucking guy be? So I passed a group of girls who were fangirling about the j5. "Oh my gosh, Jackie is so doggone hot!" A girl said. "I know, I wish I could meet him!" Another girl said. "We all do girl, we all do" the third girl said. Then they all sighed and kept talking about the j5. Ugh I wanna meet Michael! But I can't find him anywhere. So I basically walked forever sweating like crazy when I passed a house that looked so familiar. Could it be? Hayvenhurst? Then when I got near, I couldn't believe it. I'm standing RIGHT in front of fucking hayvenhurst! In front of the Jackson's house. I'm here! I made it! All y'all better believe it! So I made climbed my way up the gate and jumped down to see the beautiful house. The moment I meet Michael is finally coming true. Then I saw the door open and there he was. It was Michael. He walked out and closed the door. Then he headed towards my way. I ran over to a nearby tree and climbed up it. I'm shy. I don't know how I'm going to introduce him to myself. What do I say? Do I say "hey Michael,I'm just a fan of you that came to sneak up on you. How are you today?" Like do I?? I don't know how to introduce myself to the person I love the most. Oh dear, how I'm going to stay up in this tree. I don't know what to do. Michael just picked up a basketball and started dribbling it. So he plays basketball. I played a little basketball myself when I was in middle school. Having nothing to do in that boring old middle school. It was either play sports or do drugs. Yeah, people used to push me to do drugs back then. They always told me that the drugs was a haven. Yeah, some more information about my past, my not long ago past unfortunately. But how am I going to just go over there and talk to him? I mean he doesn't even know that I fucking EXIST. Wait! There are fans that are in this time he doesn't know exist. I don't know if I should come out of nowhere. What if the family take me away? Or what if someone notices me here? Then I heard a sound. I looked down from the tree to see what it was. I screamed.