After the unfortunate events during the shooting of the 1984 pepsi commercial Michael befriends an unlikely girl in the hospital. And there starts the beginning of their very tumultuous journey.
✨a little housekeeping✨ most people, if they separate their stories, they separate by era. However, I'm going to separate by tours because the tours hold a lot of significance for this specific story. also it makes it easier if you guys wanna go back later on down the line and re-read an era/tour, because it'll be all labeled for you.
i added graphic POV breaks because it's easier to see and you KNOW i'm about to switch POV. as the story progresses so do the graphic POVs because obviously the era is going to change and michael and zaria will get older, their looks change, allat.
lastly, i might give certain people who are not primary characters a POV; people like Nori, maybe Trophy (don't y'all drag me), and maybe for one time Zaria's mom, Claire, if the story permits - i'm still thinking on it.
also this story is about to speed up because i got a couple of years to hit '86, '88, '89, and of course (unfortunately) '92/'93 but there is a twist! *in my Whitney voice* praise gawd! I doubt the story will exceed Dangerous Era though, but we will see 👀.
with all that being said thank you guys for your support because 25 chapters and 42,000 reads... blows my mind... literally & keeps me going.
so because of that this chapter is dedicated to all my ride or die readers i love y'all and i appreciate y'all.
BBB ✨
p.s. the james & janet situation/annulment has been altered to fit the timeline of my story. ***
TWENTY-FIVE: THROUGH THE FIRE
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June 18th , 1985
"Stop," I muttered, trying to concentrate, but Michael kept moving. Removing my finger from his skin I sighed, resting my weight on one foot while sticking my hip out. "Do you want me to do this or not?"
He looked at me and stopped fiddling with the cap on the sink and mumbled a low, "sorry."
I felt a little bad but went back to applying the Benoquin to certain places on his neck that he couldn't reach himself.
When Michael first told me about his vitiligo, I never thought it would spread this fast and on top of that it was incomplete, so Michael had a bunch of uneven patches on his skin due to depigmentation and the Benoquin helped to even it out to make it, for lack of a better term, uniformed.
And every day it seemed like his skin was getting lighter and lighter. I saw it, his family noticed, and Michael definitely did, because there were times that he'd be in the bathroom with the door locked and just be completely silent for hours.
