[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 9: Getting to know each other...

"So, tell me. You said earlier that I saved your life. I'm curious to know how... "

"Well... It's not very happy, but here..." I took a deep breath. "Five years ago, when I was eighteen, I lost my brother, Julian, at the age of 26. We had a strong bond, but his heart was not as strong as our bond was. He was like my best friend. He died from a heart disease. This is were you come in. I've been a fan of yours since I am able to speak. But when my brother died, you became not only my favourite singer, you became my inspiration, my savior. Through your music, I realized that even if it's very painful that my borther is no longer here, I can still make the world a better place and help people with the same disease who are still alive. And that's what I did. I am the president of an association who struggles against this fucking disease which is supraventricular tachycardia."

"Wow, hum... I'm sorry I did not mean to wake something which hurts you. I did not know..."

"It's ok, Michael. Stop apologizing. You could not know anyway. I wanted to share this with you. I'll be beholden to you for the rest of my life."

"You may not believe me, but believe it or not, it feels so good to hear things like this. Knowing I am appreciated for what I do and that I help people is my biggest pride."

"You saved mine for sure. That's all I can say", I declared.

Michael smiled, with this wonderful shy smile I love, and tasted his chocolate.

"Would you show this beautiful sign you did for me ? I'd like to see it closer if it does not bother you."

"Oh sure ! Here it is. I put all my crazyness in it..."

I handed him the sign. He laughed and watched it carefully.

"It's so beautiful ! You even put some strass and everything... I think this is the greatest sign I've ever seen !"

"Do you want it ? I'll give it to you if you do", I said, smiling. 

"Oh sure, I would love to have it in my room, so I can remember this day", he admitted.

"It's all yours, then. My pleasure !"

"Thank you, it means a lot to me. I saw on your face when I first looked at you that you're a kind and caring woman. What I did not expect is that you'd be so funny !"

"Well, I've always known you as a shy, caring and loving guy, but I don't think you're that shy", I remarked.

"Well, I surprise myself not being shy like I usally am. It is kind of weird, actually. Normally, I'm a little bit awkward with women I would like to date", he pointed out.

"With women you'd like to date... That's interesting", I said, blushing and smiling.

"Oh crap... I spoke too fast, I really am awkward ! I feel myself blushing..."

And indeed, he was. Just like me. This scene was pretty funny. Michael was next to me, covering his face with his hands, and I was smiling like an idiot. Hilarious.

"It's ok, look at me, I am blushing as much as you, and I am as awkward as you are... I know how it feels like. July, remember", I reminded him. "You would have seen my face at that moment, you'd be probably still laughing."

"Well, you know how to make someone comfortable!"

I smiled and looked at him.

"So, you told me you'd take a year in order to travel, and then you'll find a job as a translator, is that exact", he added.

"Yup, you're right. I wanna see everthing the world has to offer. I wanna go to Paris, London, Barcelona, Roma..."

"Are you ok being away from your family for a while ?"

"They're ok with this, they already know I want to travel. It would be hard first, but I have to do that. It would be better if I could do that with the person I love, but it won't happen."

"Oh, why ? He is not ok to travel and to leave his family?", Michael asked innocently.

"“He” does not exist", I said, laughing. If I could find someone I love who travels and who likes it, it would be awesome. But we don't have everything we ask for in life !"

"That's true... life's a bitch sometimes."  

I alsmost suffocated while drinking my coffee. Does Michael Jackson just said “bitch” ? What a chock ! I did not know he could be rude!

"Well, that's well-said !" I marked a pause.

Michael was searching something... on my head.

"I'm sorry but you have like a little branche in your hair, and I can not find it anymore... Awkwardness level 1000..."

"It's ok, I think this is cute. You seem nervous while I should be more nervous than you are... Do I intimidate you ?"

"I'm always intimidated by beautiful women..."

I thanked Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, the international superstar who just said I was a pretty woman. I am about to die, it's offical.

"Got it ! See, I was not lying", he exclaimed, happy.

"I knew you were not lying", I said, smiling. "Tell me something, why did you choose me, and not my friend Sarah, who was holding the sign with me ?"

"I don't know if I can say this now... It's a little bit soon I think. I'll let you know later", he promised, smiling.

"That's ok, I'll remind you of this."

I marked a short pause.

"Would you sing something for me ?"

"You know I am shy..."

"I know it, but you also said I know how to make people comfortable, so..."

"Ok, I'll sing something if you sing with me, ok ?"

"That's a deal !What do you wanna sing ?"

"I don't know... What is your favourite song?"

"What about I Just Can't Stop Loving You ? The lyrics are wonderful."

"They came directly from my heart." 

And then, he began to sing, and my heart began to beat faster and faster. This was really happening...