𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥

Part 1 ~ Do Not Disturb

Allie's Point Of View ~ 

"Michael, Michael, Michael!  . . " 

"Allie, over here. Allie! Allie! . . " 

The sound of feet scattering everywhere, so many different voices are heard all around us as well as bright flashes coming from here and there, leaving the eyes blind. 

My fingers intertwine with Michael's as I walk closely behind him. My other hand shelters my face from the flashes as the endless paparazzi follow our every move. Our body guards keeping them a decent distance apart - every now and then hearing them say sternly yet politely to . . 

'move back' . . and 

'give them some room, please'. 

My hand continuing to remain upon my face as I let Michael guide me.

Flash here . . 

Another flash there . . 

"Michael! Michael, you were amazing tonight! . . " 

"Michael and Allie, look over here! . . "

"Michael, Allie! Look to your left . . " 

"Michael anything you want to say to your fans? . . " 

"I love them . . " He says sweetly, so much love in his voice.

My hand falls off my face. I look up at Michael. Glasses on, curls all out. His white shirt slightly open along with his buckled jacket and pants, throwing in his signature white socks and pristine penny loafers. Michael just finished a show . . phenomenal performance as usual.

God. He is so gorgeous. 

Damn. I just love him. 

I was backstage, watching in awe for the entire performance. I was just drawn to him, feeling just like that girl I was before meeting Michael that incredible day. 

The day that changed my life forever. 

That girl I was back then, that fan girl that loved Michael Jackson. Never daring to dream that I would be dating Michael Jackson. 

I wasn't in the audience this time, but backstage, as Michael's girlfriend. 

I watched him dance, sing and perform the way he always does. A breathtaking performance. 

I bring my other hand to the left of me. It grabs onto Michael's wrist, bringing my body a little bit closer to his as we both continue to walk towards our waiting car. We approach, the car in our sights. A wave of relief is felt within me as I see it before me. The back door is held open for us. We get closer and closer to the car, cameras flashing more and more. Chatting continuing from every direction . . louder and louder this time. 

"Michael, Michael, over here! . . " 

"Allie, Michael look to your right . . " 

"Allie tell us, what does it feel like dating The King Of Pop?! . . " 

Before anything else is asked our way, the car door closes. I can't help but to release a sigh a relieve. I look towards the window . . flashing cameras continuing to burst behind the dark tinted windows of the car. 

The car begins to drive away. 

I feel something warm placed over my hand. I look down to see Michael's hand upon mine. I look back at him . . he smiles sweetly. 

"You okay, Allie? . . " He asks me gently, concern heard throughout his voice. 

I just nod, giving him a weak smile.