Obsession: A Michael Jackson Fanfic

Chapter 2: Blocking Paths

May 1992- 3:30 pm

Everything around her looked antique– vintage. The cars weren't all shiny and slick. People walked around wearing outdated outfits. Eyebrows did not represent Kylie Jenner's. Teenagers carried Walkmans around, bobbing their heads as they listened to their favorite tunes. Young men even wore their shorts and jeans loose, their boxers almost exposed. Maria even saw an old jukebox playing old songs.

Not old, no. This was pop music to them.

"I don't know how it happened. My car just stopped."

She heard the soft melodic familiar voice.

"Michael?"

She was too late. Michael has been talking to Jordan and Evan Chandler.

"I got some boys to fix it up for you," said Evan, with the widest grin Maria has ever seen.

"God bless you! You're too kind," said Michael.

Jordan fished out a paper and a pen from his jacket pocket.

"Can you sign me an autograph, Mr. Jackson?"

Michael beamed down at Jordan and took the pen from him.

"Sure. Just call me Michael. We're friends now, aren't we?"

"Of course!"

Evan left to call somebody on the payphone as Michael and Jordan conversed.

Payphones are extinct in 2019 now.

Maria stared at Michael lost in a trance once again. She took note every detail. His luscious lips, dreamy eyes, curls loosely framing his face, and his angelic smile. There's a twinkle in those eyes every time he encounters a child. Horrible to think the world would accuse him of such unforgiveable sordid acts.

"I can't believe I'm looking at the Michael Jackson!" Jordan gasped, still star struck. "Can you show me some of your moves? I really am a big fan!"

"Okay. Calm down. No need to beg, I'll even teach you!" Michael laughed.

Michael proceeded to do his Billie Jean move, grabbed his crotch for a bit, did a small spin and moonwalked before landing perfectly on his toes.

Jordan clapped. "Woaah! That was so cool."

"Thank you!" Michael slightly bowed.

Evan returned carrying a bag of chips and gave them to Michael.

"Oh, you shouldn't have," Michael giggled. He was shy, polite– vulnerable.

And the angel fell for the devil's scheme.

"I'll save you, Michael." Maria said to herself.

She held out her hand. Every fiber of her being went flooded with power– with divine energy. It all seems to be coming out of her outstretched hand. And just like that, Maria reversed time.

May 1992- 3:25 pm

Everything around her looked antique– vintage. She certainly was miles away from Michael's location. The cars moving about the highway weren't all shiny and slick. They weren't attractive cars but she didn't mind to steal one. Maria spotted an old woman driving a car which appeared to be the same age as her. She tapped loudly at the old woman's car window.