Complicated Love ~ An MJ And Ariana Grande Fantasy

Chapter 2 ~ Scene

{Michael's POV}

"Thank you!" I speak after ending my performance. The crowd as usual, goes crazy. People screaming and chanting my name. That one girl fainted over there, and there and there.

I smile and look at all of the people. I suddenly get hit by a. . I look at it. . A can of beer? Huh? I look over at the man who threw it. Bloody f. . 'You don't respond, okay?' I hear Paul's voice in my head. Damn. I give the man a smile and shake my head, as if indicating 'Don't'.

"Bro! All good!" The man says as if nothing happened. I look back at the crowd and wave.

The next thing I know is, a shower of cans are poured all over me. 5 - 6 men in the crowd throw cans at me, including that guy who started it. Enough is enough. I can't take no more.

I climb down the stage and start hitting that guy. I'm repeatedly beating up that guy's face before I know. Well, he deserves it. He deserves pain. Pain. The pain that I went through while I was good.

*flashback*

"Come on, Michael! Hit him! Beat him red and blue!" Brooke yells at me.

Some guys at the road were hitting on her in my presence. But when I told them to stop it, they started physically attacking me. I was always against violence. That's just not me.

I get punched in the face for the sixth time, when I hear, "Don't mess up with a big boy next time, kid!" He says smirking. He winks in Brooke's direction, whereas, she turns her head in disgust.

I feel so humilated. I'm so ashamed of myself. I couldn't even protect my own girlfriend. They TOUCHED her, and I could do nothing. Nothing. Its all my fault. I should've never told Bill to leave us alone. I should've never gave this idea to go out without security. My fault.

I try getting up with my nose and mouth bleeding. It hurts. I walk to the car where Brooke is sitting with her face in her palms, crying.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, massaging her back with my hands. She wipes her tears and looks right up at me with rage and disgust.

"YOU BETTER BE! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! ALL YOUR DAMN FAULT! YOU WERE TRYING TO BE A MAN, WEREN'T YOU?! ROMANTIC, MY FOOT! YOU CAN'T EVEN PROTECT ME! YOU, A MAN?! LOOK AT YOU, YOU CAN'T EVEN PROTECT YOURSELF! DON'T YOU EVER COME NEAR ME, AGAIN!" She yells through the tears, breaking every inch of my heart.

*flashback ends*

I open my eyes and look around. What the hell? Where am I? I was on the stage last time, as far as I remember. What am I doing here?

I take a look around and notice, its Paul's house. But why am I here? And how did I even get here? I call out for Paul, and within some seconds, he's here, with a depressed look on his face.

"How did I get here?" I ask him, while running fingers through my hair.

"This will tell you everything." He says as he throws couple newspapers on my bed.

I take a look at them. I pick the first one and the headline says, 'Michael Jackson drunk during concert, beats up fellow fan.' Huh?! I pick up the second one, which says 'Jacko shows real colours' What the bloody hell?! When did this happen?!

I look at Paul with frustration written all over my face, "How?!" I yell.

He says nothing but simply turns on the T.V.

"Today's hot news: Michael Jackson beated up one of his fans, badly, at his concert in London. Our reports also tell us, that he was drunk at this moment. Here's an exclusive video of what happened." The reporter stops speaking, as a man appears on T.V who's getting beaten up by. . Me.

Now, I remember. That freak from last night. I beat him up. He deserved it. Suddenly, Paul switches off the T.V.

"Now, its my turn to ask, why? Why Michael? I told you, no matter what happens, you-" I cut him off.

"Don't respond. I know." I answer back, simply.

"Then why, Michael? Why would you do that?!" He shouts at me.

I get up angrily, and snap right back, "How am I supposed to stay quiet, when a freaking bastard is throwing cans at me, in front of a million people?! I'm Michael Jackson! I'm Michael Fucking Jackson, and no one can do that to me! No one, you heard me?!!"

"Michael. . Sit down, first." Paul says with a calm voice, making me sit. "Now tell me, what happened." He asks.

I sigh and start telling him, everything that happened.

{Ariana's POV}

"Who wants candy?" I ask, acting like a captain.

"Me!!" All the children scream in unison. I chuckle at their excitement.

"Okay, okay. Everyone will get their piece." I chuckle handing everyone their pieces.

I'm at my street, right now. Distributing chocolates among the children of the street. I do it every Sunday. I love to see the bright faces of the children, when I give them something. I love children.

By the term children, the next thing comes up to my mind is Michael Jackson. He loves children, just like I do. I've not got any news about him, lately. My dumb boss never allows me to. Ugh! I hate it! I hate him!

I just hope I could watch T.V later. I hope Michael is doing great in his concerts. I hope I could see him soon.

~to be continued.~
-FangirlxAshx