My parents abandoned me as a baby. They never even bothered to take me to an orphanage. I've been living on the streets for 25 years. Broke, homeless, jobless, and hungry. All I ask from people is just enough money for a meal. Today, I finally collected enough for a meal. I went inside the pub I always slept outside of, and ordered a meal and a drink. It was ready in about 10 minutes. Suddenly, a man ran into the pub. He stopped and looked out the window, as if to check that no one was following him. Then he went and took a seat at the bar. He was wearing a leather jacket and leather pants. He had curly hair that went just below his shoulders. I couldn't see his face, but from what I did see, he looked like someone I didn't want to mess with. "Hey Mike!" The bartender said, "Long time no see! What can I get 'ya?" "Nothing for now, I'll let 'ya know if I need something." Mike said. His voice was soft and gentle, it definitely didn't match his appearance. "Take your time Mike." The bartender replied. I was suddenly interrupted by a hand slamming down on my table. I looked up and saw a huge man, who was clearly drunk. "Hey girly, what's your name?" He asked. I remained silent but got out of my seat. I slowly backed away, but he followed me. "Oh c'mon, how about we head back to my place and get to know each other?" He said. I said nothing. That's when someone stepped in front of me, as if to protect me. It was Mike. "Leave her alone." He said. "Why? You her boyfriend?" The man said. "No, and neither are you." Mike replied, his voice becoming stern. "And what are you gonna do about it little man?!" The man said. "You don't wanna know." Mike said. Now the big guy looked a little frightened. Mike pointed at the door. "Go." He said. The big guy ran out of the pub, and I let out a sigh of relief. Then Mike turned around and I got to see his face. He had big, brown eyes, a petite nose, a small part of his hair looked matted or shaved on the left side, and his skin was a very light brown, almost white. Why does he look so familiar? "Th-thank y-you." I stuttered, still shaken up from what just happened. "Just trying to help." He said. He held out his hand. "Michael." He said. "Julie." I replied as I shook his hand. Now I realized who he was. I've seen posters of him all around town and occasionally on the pub windows. Michael... Jason...or, something like that, I can't remember. I guess he's a huge celebrity. I brought myself back to reality. "I gotta go." I said as I walked away. I walked back outside and sat on the cold, hard ground. I propped my sign back up. "Homeless, broke, hungry. Anything helps". For about 10 minutes people just walked by. Then, I heard the door of the pub open, and out walked Michael. I quickly hid my head in knees so he wouldn't see me, but I was too slow. "Julie, why didn't you say something? I would've given you some money." He said. I looked up at him and stayed silent. Michael let out a sigh. He walked up to me and knelt down next to me. He gently grabbed my hand. "Julie, come with me to my place. I'll get you some clothes and some money to get you back on your feet." He said. I hesitated, but I finally said yes. He smiled. "C'mon." He said. I got up and the two of us ran to his house.
A/N: For those who can't picture it, this is taking place in 1991. When reading, think about Michael from the "Black or White" video.
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You're Always in my Heart
FanfictionFor the past 25 years, Julie's been homeless. She grew up alone on the streets. She had to learn from watching others. She didn't even know what her real name was. One day, however, fate was on her side. She finally collects enough money for a meal...
