Michael Jackson Imagines

Breakdown (part 1)

"No! No! No!" I mourn slamming the steering wheel hard.

"Caddy you can't do this to me, I've been so loyal to you, I've taken such good care of you baby" I say, trying to convince my Cadillac escalade to start again but it doesn't.

I get out and look around. There's not a soul in sight in this deserted place. I don't have a phone with me either. The weather is beautiful, it's cloudy without a chance of meatballs...heehee, "I'm so funny" I think to myself and sit on the bonnet of my car, taking in the beautiful view of the vast emptiness

Suddenly I hear a familiar voice

"Billy Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl..." Oh wait that's me no wonder the voice sounded familiar, but who's playing my song? I look behind and see a cute green car coming down the road.

I frantically start waving my hands. A blond woman pokes her head out of the window glances at me sitting on the bonnet and her car screeches to a sudden halt.

Lizzie's Pov:

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was that really Michael Jackson in the middle of nowhere sitting on a car bonnet? I apply the breaks and the car comes to a sudden halt.

The handsome man gets down from the bonnet and walks towards me. "Dear lord save me, this man is literally breathtakingly beautiful" I whisper

"Hi" he said as he approached my car

"Hello" I said trying to keep a calm demeanor while my heart was beating through my chest and my head was mumbling 'he's not Billy Jean's lover, that means he's single, just take his face and kiss him, you're never going to get a chance like this again'

"My car just broke down and I don't have my phone either it would be great if you could help me out." He said in a soft polite voice with a gentle smile

'Act cool, just calm down' I tell myself. "Well Mr. Jackson it seems like you could do with some help, lucky for you I was passing by else you could have been stuck here all night"

What! The one chance I get to talk to Michael Jackson and my silly self decides to throw shade at him to "appear cool"

"You can call me Michael, and yes I am greatful that such a pretty girl like you stopped by" he says with a flirtatious smile.

Michael Jackson called me pretty. I'm done. Angels open the gates, I'm coming to heaven (hopefully).

"My house is just nearby you can come with me and call someone for help from there"

"Sounds good, I'll just get my extra shirt and pants that I always keep in my car"

"Is it you're red button up shirt"
What! Why are you asking him that, shut up

"Yes it is" he says with a shy smile.

"Do you have golden pants in there?"
Really! You could have asked him to have sex with you instead. That would have been less embarrassing

"No" he says shyly

I see him walking towards his car and contemplate on the opportunity that the universe has bestowed upon me. My house is actually a one hour drive from here. One hour! 60 minutes with Michael Jackson.
"Thank you" I say looking up to the sky.

"What are you thanking the heavens for" I turn suddenly to see Michael sitting next to me

"The blue sky, the green grass, the cool wind"
What a cover up. A two year old child won't believe me.

I start the car. It's going to be one hell of a drive, I smile as the car steadily paces down the road. I try to keep the speed below 75. Who's in a hurry. Definitely not me.

"Hi again I'm Michael"

Why is he introducing himself? I probably know more about him than his wife sorry ex wife Lisa Marie did.

"Lizzie" I extend my hand to him.

"So Lizzie, who's your favourite singer?" Michael asks in a confident tone

"John Lennon, Elvis Presley, Freddie Mercury, Frank Sinatra, Prince..."

"Ever heard of Michael Jackson?" He asks slightly offended

"Ya you're good too" I reply dryly

My heart's beating through my chest. In reality Michael's my all time favourite artist. But I didn't want to tell him that. He's used to meeting all kinds of crazy fans. If I act as if I'm not a fan of his then maybe he'll be intrigued.

Michael looked dejected. My heart broke. Should I just stop this fake indifference and tell him how I feel in reality?

"So where's your army of bodyguards and assistants? Left them behind today?"
Why is my silly ass being so rude?

"I felt like going for a drive alone, to clear out some thoughts"

"Oh I see, so nobody's guarding your body today" I say with a chuckle.

"No" he says. I can see he's deeply embarrassed as he doesn't even look up at me but keeps fidgeting with the tape on his fingers.

I really don't know what has gotten into me, why am I being an ass to a person I have idolised all my life. I just want to stop the car, take his gentle face and kiss it all over.

Michael's P.o.v

Lizzie truly is a work of art. I love how her hazel eyes compliment her tanned skin. I can't take my eyes of her. I love how she keeps asking me weird questions not giving a doodoo about me being a celebrity.

When she turns towards me her golden curly locks sway gently and her lips curve into a smile. Jeez man if I keep staring at her any longer she's going to think I'm some sort of a crazy pervert. It's better I look down and occupy myself with the tapes on my finger.

I'm not her favourite singer? I think looking at my taped fingers. That makes me sad.

"We're here" she exclaims and I look up. The drive ended so soon. Now I'll have to call my for help which will arrive soon but I want to spend more time with her.

"Come on in" she says looking at me. I follow her into the little warm cottage, hoping that she's forgotten to pay her phone bill and they have cut off the connection.

"Lizzie can I use you're computer?"

"Sure! It's there in my room, up the stairs, first room to the left"

"Thanks."

Lizzie's P.O.V

'Oh no! I can't let Michael go into my room. My walls are covered with posters of him. My façade will fall. He'll come to know I am obsessed with him....what do I do now...wait he's going to use my computer...nooooo... he'll see my search history...fu.."