What About | Michael Jackson Fanfic

Chapter Ten

October 19, 1987

New York

(Later on that day)

Lauren

I smiled softly walking towards the black Cadillac reflecting on my slight badass moment. One of the guards opened my door and I thanked him as I got in. Since there were fans surrounding the entire hotel, Michael was to be picked up at back of the hotel to protect not only himself from a mob, but my reputation as a model and married woman. I didn't really think much of it since we're basically co-workers. But I also had to realize how crazy the press can be when it comes to my co-worker.

My smile fell immediately once I heard a huge bang on my window which startled me. I started to panic but calmed once I realized it was just a fan.

"MICHAAAEL, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" Said the crying fan.

I think she thought he was in here since Bill was. I chuckled at the fan looking right her. She couldn't see me since the tint was so dark. Bill looked back at the fan & smiled.

"It's crazy how one man can do this to so many people. Just one man." Bill said to me. I nodded my head agreeing.

"Yeah... it's amazing though. Imagine what he can do with the whole nation. He's that powerful." I said softly.

It is true that Michael at just 29 is extremely powerful. I wouldn't say seeing his fans up close and personal is scary, I would most definitely say it's fascinating. He can make thousands of people pass out. Just by walking! How insane is that?

I felt the truck shift into drive and I buckled my seatbelt. As the driver started to drive off fans started to chase after the truck. My face scrunched together seeing women scream the name "Michael" to the top of their lungs. To get the fans from following, the driver had to drive a couple of blocks from the hotel to make it seem like Michael was in the car.

As we started to take different turns on what it seem like many streets, we finally turned around to get Michael. Bill grabbed his telephone to call the Hotel staff.

"Hey, let's go ahead and have Michael at the door." He said quickly as we were pulling up.

I saw Michael's head over the guards as they were waiting for the truck to come to a stop. He put his head down as he ran to the truck quickly and jumped in. I smiled slightly at him as he got in.

"Well it's about time!" He said catching his breath. Bill shook his head chuckling.

"It would've been much quicker but this was one stubborn crowd." He said looking back at Michael in the mirror.

Michael swiftly took off his dark Ray Ban shades & smiled.

"It's okay. I understand. How did they even know I was here?" He said confused.

"Well you know how people talk. They could've saw you at the airport or something or one of the staff members at the hotel." He said shrugging.

My face went blank as I realized this man really doesn't have a personal life. Everything that he do every move he makes someone is on him like white on rice. Not being able to just shop like a regular person, go out to restaurants, can't even go see his family in peace. That's quite heartbreaking.