Auhor's Note:

Hello all. Yes, I know what your thinking. Not another Michael Jackson story. I'm sorry but yes, I couldnt help it. This is one that I have been writing and posting on another site, and decided I should put it up here too. So Here it is. The premiss is if Michael and the Jackson 5 were big in 2009ish. This starts up just as Michael is making his solo break :D Enjoy and review please.

Chapter 1: Unluckily Lucky

"Luck...I dont believe in Luck."

I sit in a darkened corner, a few tendrils of my dark hair falling into my face as I write out the answers for my psychology class, my I-pod blaring in my ears. An impatient tapping on my shoulders has me rolling my eyes as I turn around pulling my ear buds out.

" What?" I ask, turning to look at who is interrupting the few moments of peace that I have found to study and finish my homework which is due, tomorrow. So I may have procrastinated a bit, but it doesn't help that I have been working ten hour nights all week.

" Brooke, can you please take the rest of my shift, the babysitter called and Jack is running a fever and screaming for me," my coworker Anna asks, her dark brown eyes pleading with me. I groan as I look at the clock. A quarter to eleven. My shift is almost over. I sigh hiding my annoyance.

" Sure Anna, go on home," I say stiffly accepting her thankful hug.

" Thank you Brooke, you're a life saver. By the way table four is waiting on their drinks," she calls to me as she rushes off to the kitchen. I roll my eyes as I close my notebook in my psychology book shoving it under the bar. I wipe my hands over my crisp black shirt making sure that its tucked into my black dress pants.

" Hey James, do you have the drinks for table four?" I ask, leaning over the bar smiling at the bartender.

" Ahh, table four," James says, his Brazilian accent rolling into the air. " Si. We have four vodka sours and a mineral water." I take the tray from James, smiling at him.

" At least they have a responsible member of the party," I murmur as I walk through the restaurant. Working at The Whisper Lounge in The Grove has its upsides. Its an extended family that I didn't have a year ago when I moved here. Downsides, the flocks of people who come in hopes of catching a glimpse of a celebrity. Needless to say I have served my fair share of the 'socially elite' and most of them were extremely gracious and big tippers, but for every wonderful experience I have three horrible ones to overshadow it. I walk through the low and comforting lighting of the restaurant fixing a smile to my lips.

" Hello, my name is Brooke, and I'm taking over for Anna," I say, stopping in front of the table. I look up, smiling at the customers. The resemblance is obvious and I know without having to ask that they are all brothers, all five of them. " I have four vodka sours and a mineral water." the four men closest to me gladly take the drinks from me, and I look up noticing the one sitting in the corner a shy smile on his lips. " Here's your mineral water." I reach lean over the table setting the glass down in front of the quietest member of the bunch when a hand runs over my backside. I narrow my eyes momentarily, having to bite back the scathing remarks that threaten to spill out of my mouth. It's part of the job, and seeing as how I have tuition to pay I cant afford to lose it, no matter how disgustingly presumptuous customers can be.

" Where you from honey?," one of them asks, and I fix a smile to my face.

" Wilmington, North Carolina," I answer, the accent to my voice growing thicker at just the mention of my hometown.

" Ooo, we have a southern belle on our hands gentlemen, why don't you stay with us sugar, have a drink?" the oldest of the group asks, his wide hands motioning to his lap.

" Ahh, I would ya'll, but I cant. I'm on the clock, and underage," I say, taking a small step away from the table. " Can I get you guys anything else, dinner maybe?"

" How about you, for dessert," another one offers, the glint in his eyes is the same as many other male patrons I have dealt with.

" TJ, cool it man," a soft voice pipes up from the corner of the table, and I smile softly.

" Sorry, just trying to have a little fun," the one I now know is TJ says holding his hands up.

" We're fine," the one who spoke up for me says, his eyes meeting mine. I stare at him for a second, something stirring in me. His dark eyes swimming in the lights. A feeling of deja'vu clouds my head, like I've seen him before, somewhere. I nod my head, turning away catching the soft murmur of voices behind me.

" What was her problem? Doesn't she know who we are?" the voices echo behind me and I shake my head. In a town where everyone every one is a 'somebody' I am probably one of the most clueless people out there. I couldn't pick out most celebrities from everyday people if my life depended on it. An hour later I walk by the table noticing its empty. I roll my eyes when I pick up the money that is tucked neatly in the corner. No tip, go figure. I lift glasses dropping them gently into a tub when I notice a folded hundred under the glass of mineral water, a small slip of paper under it.

'Sorry about my brothers, you were great Brooke.-MJ'

I smile softly as I tuck the folded paper into my back pocket. At least one of them had some sort of manners to speak of.

The feel of the cool air whispering through my car window makes me smile as I drive home, Los Angeles sky lights rolling past me as flip through radio stations trying to find something to fill the silence. My body and mind exhausted, and I smile knowing that tomorrow I will get to sleep in since I don't have class until two. I turn off the radio finding that nothing catches my attention the silence leaving me to think. Two years ago when I left North Carolina, I never imagined that this is where I would be. Los Angeles wasn't exactly my first choice. Working to put myself through school. Again, not a choice. But I learned quickly that sometimes you have to do whatever menial work you can to get what you want from life. Thought I am perhaps I'm an over achiever, double majoring in psychology and music. I was shocked when I got into UCLA, not so shocked when my parents refused to help me. Then again the latter wasn't such a surprise, its not like my parents were ever really there to help me. I pull into the parking garage of my apartment complex, shaking myself from my dark thoughts, the promise of falling into my soft bed quickening my steps. I slip into my apartment quietly shutting the door behind me. My eyes adjust quickly to the darkness as I tiptoe to my room. I drop my bag with a small thud as I unbutton my black shirt. I slide it off, running a finger subconsciously over the long jagged scar right over my left breast before slipping into bed. My heart hammers in my chest as old memories float to the surface and I reach over opening my pill bottle easily swallowing a sleeping pill. At least this way, the nightmares won't haunt me tonight.

" Life as I know it is over!" the voice of my best friend and roommate startles me from sleep as she throws herself on my bed.

" Go away," I groan, pulling a pillow over my head.

" Brooke, you don't understand. J5 broke up. MJ is pursuing a solo career and lets face it he is the talent, this cant be happening," Olivia commiserates as she shakes me. I sit up slowly, staring at her. Her pale skin shimmers with the morning light seeping into my bedroom, her blonde hair in a messy bun. Her green eyes sparkle at me as she pouts.

" Olivia, I had a crappy day yesterday, psychology homework to finish, and I was felt up by an overly enthusiastic and egotistical wanna-be, so I am sorry if I don't share in your mourning over a boy band that should have quiet while they were ahead, five years ago," I growl out, smacking her with a pillow.

" Well aren't we just Susie Sunshine this morning. Come on Brooke you know I'm like the biggest fan of J5 in the world, this bothers me," she says, her voice growing whiny. I roll my eyes as I nod my head.

" I know," I say patting her back as I stifle a yawn. I never understood Olivia's obsession with the band, I mean sure their songs are catchy but there wasn't any meaning to them. If I'm going to take the time to listen to a song I at least want their to be a message in it.

" See look," she says, slapping a magazine into my hands. I glance over the magazine my eyes drawing to a familiar face.

" Holy shit," I proclaim dropping the magazine like its on fire.

" What?" Olivia asks, staring at me like I have lost my mind.

" I saw them last night. They were at the restaurant his brother is the one who felt me up," I say, shaking my head in disbelief as I point to a picture of MJ.

" What! And your just telling me this now?" she asks, looking at me in disbelief. I run my hands over my hair, shaking my head.

" I didn't realize who they were until I saw this picture," I say, shaking my head slowly.

" You didn't realize. You see pictures of them everyday when you come into my room, how did you not realize?" she asks, her voice slightly disgusted.

" I never really paid much attention," I murmur, picking up the pants I had worn the night before pulling out the piece of paper that had been left for me.

" Wow Brooke. They have been the most popular boy band around since 2000 and you didn't recognize them, you would have to be the only person on the earth who wouldn't know who they are," she says as I hand her the paper her face quickly lighting up with enthusiasm. " Seriously? MJ left you a note? Why do you have all of the luck?" I shrug my shoulders as I walk into my bathroom. It's not like I ask for it.