Another Michael

Chapter 7

First thing I see when I open my eyes is a beautiful landscape of a far away city, thousands upon thousands of small lights, yellow and white and some moving red ones, wrapped in the night sky above. I smile at the undeniable beauty of the earth. I feel warm, protected, like I'm resting on angel wings. I realize a had a blackout, but I can't remember very clearly what happened and it's ok this way, I'm not every trying to. As my eyes are resting on cream colored walls and heavy curtains, I'm starting to recognize the place as the living room that I entered from an elevator. The car ride, the hydrangeas, the... Michael Jackson. As a baffled expression starts to slowly creep on my face, together with a raised eyebrow and a slight frown, I notice I am laying down on the floor and my shoulders and head are in somebody's lap. I am so afraid to look up, but I haven't been one to say no to a challenge, so I slowly raise my eyes to see the most beautiful face in the universe smiling down upon me. Scattered thoughts rush through my mind. Who is this guy? Is it maybe Sergio Cortez, his most look-alike impersonator? He looks just like him! Wow! Jason is some incredible man to do this for me, but doesn't he know that it's so not in his best interest?

'Hi there' he says.

'Hi' I answer, with the effort of a smile.

'Here we are again, in the same situation' he chuckles.

'What same situation?'

'You got knocked out cold again and I saved you again' he grins

'Did you now?'

'Yes, you're like a damsel in distress that I keep saving.'

'Excuse me...?' my tone was infuriated, I hate being thought of as a pathetic little wimp and it was his fault this happened. 'This only happened once.'

'Twice. That I know of.'

Boy, that Jason has a big fat mouth, doesn't he? Why did he need to tell this guy everything?

'Well, last time you didn't save me. Jason did and that time it was his fault, so please. Where is he, by the way?'

'He's right here, I told you. I'm Jason.'

'Seriously now, this is getting way weird. Is he coming or am I going?'

I now notice I'm still in his arms and jump up, just to be faced with severe dizziness. Who knows how long I've been laying there. I blink a few times to clear the fog out of my eyes.

'No, you are not going, because he came. He is me. I am him.'

I'm at a loss. Obviously this guy isn't Jason and how do I manage to get through to him? Plus, where am I, how am I going to get out of here and what the hell is going on? As I stare blindly into space, he gets off the floor and puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

'Listen, would you sit down so I can tell you what's going on?'

Seems like the most reasonable thing to do and probably my only choice other than running into the night and unknown. I accept. He guides me towards a spacious couch on the other side of the room. We both sit down, at a reasonable distance that I make a bit larger, just to be sure.

He doesn't start right away, so I have some time to take it all in. Him, I mean him. He is just gorgeous, way better looking than the Michael Jackson you see in pictures, if that's even possible. Probably because it isn't him, right? His dark hair is pulled back, with just one single strand of curls running down on the right side of his face. He has barely any make up on except for the usual black eyeliner beautifully shaded and eyebrows on fleek. And his skin, his skin is the most beautiful skin I've ever seen, alabaster white and almost translucent. It almost looks like he glows in the dark and it reminds me of an article I read about women working in uranium plants. After a while of ingesting all that uranium, their skin was glowing in the dark. Of course that can't be the case, but it does look superhuman, to say the least. He is dressed very simply but beautifully, straight black pants and a white shirt with minuscule pearl buttons. As I do this discreet inspection and my eyes run down to his feet, I notice he's barefoot. He notices my gaze and utters almost shyly: