Forgiven Not Forgotten ( A Michael Jackson Fanfic )

Explanations

As Michael walked me to my room, I couldn't help but wonder what his family thought of me,what he thought of me.

Michael suddenly stopped and I walked into him.

" Sorry! "

I said to him, embarrassed.

He smilled down at me as he opened a door for me and gestured me in.

My eyes widened as I walked in the room.

It was huge!

It was king luxury, and I couldn't belive I was gonna sleep in here!

" You can use this room, mine's right next door to it."

Michael said to me giggiling.

I realized how funny I must've looked.

I blushed and looked at the ground.

Michael looked at me for a minute before breaking the silence.

" Umm, so what do want to know?"

He asked me.

I sighed and walked over to my bed and gestured for him to sit next to me.

He smilled and closed the door behind him.

Then he walked over to me and sat down.

" Ok, first I need to know, why me? "

I asked him. I can tell this isn't gonna be comfortable, not for him, and not for me.

He sighed before answering me.

" I was looking around at all the people, and you stood out, you didn't seem to be like all the regular fans.

You seemed, like...like you,were like me."

He said nervously.

" I know that sounded stupid, but you just seem different."

He said.

" No, it's fine, next question."

I said.

He nodded his head.

I cleared my throat and continued.

" Ok, so um, why did you do this? "

I asked him.

He sighed.

" This is gonna get personal, so please don't tell anyone what happens from now on."

He said nervously.

" I promise, I won't say anything about this whole conversation."

I said.

He smilled and continued.

" Ok, so, ... I've been having some problems lately."

He said, super-nervous.

I tried to calm him down before he had to continue.

I grabbed his hand and told him that everything was okay. He smilled at me and continued, still holding my hand.

" My dr. told me that I have some minor mental issues, he dosen't know how to fix it though."

He said, his voice cracking.

" I have these times when I can't controll what I'm doing, and I do things I would never do normaly. Then when I snap out of it, I get to see what I did, what I destoryed."

He said crying.

A wave of saddness came over me and I started crying too. I hugged him, a real hug.

" I'm so sorry."

I said, still crying.

" It's okay, anymore questions?"

He asked me.

" Just one more."

I said.

" When we were on stage, you said that doing that would prove it. Prove what?"

I asked.

An embarresed look came to his face.

He was silent for a while as he continued to cry .

After a few minutes, he reluctantly answered.

" I... "

He sighed and looked at me.

" It sounds really dumb, could I please have some time to think of a good way to explain it to you?"

He asked me.

Awww! he's so cute, I have to say yes!

" Of course!"

I said smilling.

Michael planted a gentle kiss on my cheek and walked out of the room.

I smilled and went to sleep.

***Michael's p.o.v.***

Thank God! I couldn't have told her the real reason I did this to her, it'll seem so stupid! Besides, what she dosen't know won't kill her.

At least now I have some time to think of a better excuse.