''Wow. This place is incredible. I love the trees on the side of the street! They make me think of home.''
''Huh. That's strange. They look nothing like palm trees.'' My friend Tabbi observed.
''No, I mean just how they are on the side of the road. Not many places let trees stay there. Most just cut them down.'' I hissed.
''That's true. Hey, where did Mom go?''
''I don't know, I don't babysit!''
''Yeah, but she could've gotten lost!''
''Please, lost in Athens Greece? She's probably hanging around the library. Your mom loves the library.''
''Hey, hot guy twelve o' clock!'' Tabbi exclaimed, completly ignoring the beautiful scenery before her. I rolled my eyes.
''Go ahead.'' I told her. Well, you sure never had to tell Tabbi anything twice. She raced away, her camera in hand. I got to my feet and turned in the opposite direction when I saw him. What? That's impossible! What would someone like him be doing in Athens, Greece? He isn't touring, is he?
Michael Jackson, the king of pop was leaning against a column in all his glory. He was dressed in a very casual every day outfit. There was no denying it when I saw his big brown eyes turn my way. He caught my gaze and winked. Suddenly, pain shot through my skull. it was so much worse then a migraine and I felt my head would explode! Images rushed into my mind and I couldn't tell whether my eyes were open or closed. Horrified, I watched Michael Jackson get robbed at gunpoint by some psycho. I heard a gunshot echo in my head and then there was blood, so much blood. I didn't know if he got shot or not- all I knew was that he was in danger, and there would be blood spilled.
I came out of my vision and realized Michael had left the column because he was trying to help me stand.
''What happened? Are you alright?'' He asked in his gentle voice.
''Yes, I'm fine. I- I had a headache. It just was really sudden. Mr. Jackson, King of Pop, whatever you prefer me to call you, I want you to go. Stay away from here.''
''First off, Mr. Jackson is Joseph. Second, I would prefer you call me Michael. Third, stay away from here? Why?''
''Fine then. Michael, please. If you don't, something bad is going to happen. You have to get out of-'' Before I could finish, I heard a loud gunshot rip through the air. I hoped Tabbi was hanging out with that hot guy she saw, because there was absolutley no one around except for me and Michael. I knew he was coming- and he would kill someone.
''A gunshot? What is going on here?''
''Please, get in your limo and go back to your hotel.''
''No. I don't own a limo, it's a trail blazer. I'm here on vacation. Can't I have a little fun without some crazy person shooting off guns?''
''Michael, he's coming. Don't ask me how I know, just go!'' I couldn't tell him about my visions, but I had to get him out of here! I was too late. The guy from my vision was standing there with a gun pointed straight at Michael. Without even thinking, I pushed him out of the way. Another gunshot went off and there was searing pain in my shoulder. I fell to the ground and held a hand to the wound. Blood was gushing out into my hand.
''What do you want? Money?'' Michael asked.
''You. Dead.'' The guy replied in a rough voice.
An assasin? For Michael? Well, he was the King of Pop... but he was only twenty. He never did anything wrong, why would this guy want him dead?
He aimed the gun once more and I stood up and got in front of Michael.
''What's with your girlfriend? She wants to die too? I can arrange that.''
''Get out of here. Go to a hospital. I'm not letting you die for me!'' Michael ordered.
''It's my job. I do this all the time at home.''
''Throw yourself over people about to get shot so you'll die too?''
''Not exactly. This is sort of new for me.''
The guy aimed his pistol what I thought would be the last time. Then, I saw the police arrive in a car behind him. The officers surrounded him and he fired his last shot. This bullet caught me in the side and I fell back into Michael's arms.
''My God.'' He whispered, picking me up bridal style.
''Ambulance! We need an ambulance! Hurry, she's been shot twice, she won't make it if you don't get one here now!'' That was the last thing I heard before I lost conciousness.
I woke up in a small white room.
Hmm. The hospitals are nice here. I thought, trying to sit up.
''Easy. Take it easy.''
''Michael? Did you stay with me this whole time?''
''Yeah. They bandaged you up and made sure you hadn't lost too much blood. If the ambulance had taken any longer getting you there, you would have died.'' Michael sighed, his beautiful brown eyes filled with concern.
''Tabbi, oh my God, she must be so worried!''
''Who?''
''My friend. It's our senior year and we were supposed to be on this vacation together. Just her, me and her mom. Now she's going to think I ditched her- or worse.''
''I'm sure she will be alright.''
''She went after some guy and I got that uhh... headache.''
''That wasn't a headache.''
''Right it was a migraine.''
''No, it wasn't. I don't know entirley what it was, but I can take a guess. I mean, how else would you know about that guy with a gun? You said it was your job back home. At first, I thought you were a cop or something, but you're too young.''
''Ughh... the first man to question me saving his life and he HAS to be Michael Jackson.''
''You saved my life twice... and you shouldn't have known about that. Unless you can see the future.''
''HAH! That is sooo funny!'' I laughed. I hoped he didn't notice how fake my laughing was.
''Not really. I believe in that sort of stuff.''
''You're the only one. Let me guess, you're the only one who thinks that anyone who can do that sort of thing isn't a freak?''
''Of course they aren't freaks. I think it's awesome they can do that. Look at me, I can dance, sing, act and apparently draw. Most people would envy me. I envy those who can write novels, or see the future or exorcise ghosts and demons. I can't do any of those things. Do you have... visions?''
''I... yes. Sort of. They aren't definite, they can be easily changed.''
''Wow. That is incredible- uh, what is your name?''
''Alyssa Rayle.''
''Pretty. I like that name.''
''Thanks. So you're on vacation too?''
''Yeah. I need a break from all those video shoots and touring and singing. It wears you down after a while. I've always wanted to go here. Luckily, the people don't seem to recognize me too much.''
''So I noticed.''
''I owe you for saving me. What can I do for you to make it up?''
''I don't know. Nothing, really. Michael, it's what I do. I'm used to doing this for people. I won't take a reward, I hope you know that.''
''Alright. So what would you take?''
''Memories. Time spent together.''
''Okay, so we can spend the next few days together. When do you go home?''
''A week. What about you?''
''Well, I can stay as long as I like, but it gets kind of lonely being the only one here. I wouldn't stay long after you guys left.''
''Oh. I'm up for spending time with you.''
''Alyssa, you are one in a million. Other girls would faint at that idea.''
''I've seen things in this world that are so dark... those girls wouldn't last a minute in my shoes.''
''Ah. I see. Thank you. I wish there was more I could do.''
''Just... keep in contact after we leave. If you're good maybe I'll give you my number.'' I laughed.
''Sounds fun. The doctors said they would release you soon. Come find me when they do.'' Michael smirked, bending over my bed to gently lay a kiss on my cheek.
''Thanks.'' I tried to ignore the hot feeling he was giving me as he slipped a piece of paper into my hand. I opened it up and read The Olympic Palace Hotel Room 45.
''The Olympic Palace? I know where that is.'' I said to myself. I watched him leave in silence. He was gorgeous. I gently touched my cheek where he had kissed me and felt that area was hot. I turned a shade of red that would make the red rose cry. I had made a new friend... the one and only King of Pop. I secretly hoped I could forget I had a boyfriend, but... that would have been wrong of me. I knew Matt loved me, and I honestly loved him. Michael was... I don't know. It wasn't just that he was the King of Pop or whatever, but it was that I felt some sort of deep emotional connection with him. He really was very sweet. If I didn't have a boyfriend already, I would make Michael mine by the end of the week.
