Every Fan's Wish Ch. 1

"I still can't believe he's gone," I whispered to myself as I hugged my pillow and cried into it. It's been 2 years next month since my idle passed away. My name is Sky. I live in the little town of Joy, Texas in a little house with my mother and older brother, and I'm 23 years old.

I sat on my bed and stared at Michael Jackson's face looking down on me. My wall was covered with posters and my mom thought I was ridiculous. For that reason alone, I always kept my door locked. I even locked it before I left the house and wore the key on a chain around my neck. I was never at peace staying at home anymore. My mother always hounded me to get a life and quit crying over someone who's not even here anymore.

"You just don't understand," I told her.

"You don't understand, Sky. He never knew you existed. Maybe now he does since he's in heaven, but you can't keep crying over someone you never knew."

"I knew his heart..." I whispered.

These arguments went on for what seemed like a lifetime. When I was home, I hid in my room. Sometimes I'd escape by writing random stories. Fan fictions actually, some about Michael and some on different things. I went out with friends every now and then, but all of them always told me I was obsessed. I really wasn't. I felt at peace by keeping something on me at all times that had Michael's face on it.

I had a watch on my wrist that had him on the face of it, and thanks to the only girl I ever considered a real friend Melody, I had a bag with the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine which, of course, had Michael on the cover. Melody was in the same boat as I was. She lived with her mother and was helping her raise her little brother, and her mom was also pregnant again. She had it a little harder than I did. Her mom always believed Michael was guilty.

She would always have the same arguments with her mother as I did with mine. Hers seemed to me unbarable though. I stopped going to her house because of the things her mother had said.

"You can't love a pedophile...think of your little brother Mel!" she shouted.

"Innocent until proven guilty..." Melody growled. That was all she ever said in Michael's defense. I knew why she never said more. If she had let herself continue to argue, she would have opened up a cussing storm, and she was like me and wanted to be like Michael and not use such vulgar language. I had a great deal of respect for her.

I heard a knocking at my door and I clenched my teeth. "Go away."

"Sky...it's me, Melody. Can I come in?"

I jumped up and unlocked the door to let her in. Once she entered, I slammed the door shut and locked it again and returned to my place on my bed. "What's up Mel?"

She sighed. "The usual..." she looked around the room at all my posters and then smiled at the biggest one on my wall of him smiling at us. "Doesn't seem like he's been gone this long, has it?"

"No..." I said quietly. I wiped some stray tears away and Melody smiled weakly at me and put her arm around me.

"Hey...I have a suprise for you. Get dressed...we're going on a little trip."

I eyed her and she just stared at me. I knew better than to question her. She may not argue with her mom, but she had no problems putting me in my place. I got dressed and locked my room tightly and slid the key around my neck. "So, where are we going?"

"You'll see..." she smiled.

'Great...she's plotting...' I thought.

We walked out without even bothering to tell my mom where we were going. She never payed much attention when Melody came over. Maybe that's why she kept coming over to my place, because she didn't have to listen to someone bashing Michael all the time. I rode quietly until we pulled up into a theater parking lot. I gasped and looked at Melody who had a huge grin on her face.

"You didn't..." I gasped.

Melody grinned and held up 2 tickets to Michael Jackson's This is it movie. "I did."

"Oh my god, I freaking love you Mel!" I hugged her neck and she laughed.

"Yea, yea I know I'm awesome. You can remind me later by buying me lunch. Let's go watch our man get down," she grinned and we ran into the theater and handed over our tickets. As we walked to the theater, I looked down at my outfit. I was in a red tank top and blue jeans and she was in a black tank top and black pants.

"Geeze, Mel...I wish you would've atleast given me a heads up. I would've worn my MJ shirt."

"Relax, we're going in style," she beamed and threw me her bag. I looked in it and found my black fedora hat and her's as well. I smiled at her as I threw her her own hat. "I know...I love you too...now come on!" she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the theater. We sat and watched the movie in awe. There wasn't alot of people in there and we sang every song that he had rehearsed.

I started crying when he sang I'll Be There. Melody grabbed my hand and we sang it together. We even swung our arms when Michael told the dancers to join in. I sniffed and rubbed my eyes and we continued to watch.

"Look at that! Did you see that slow move he just did?" Melody jumped and put her hand over her heart as he danced to Billie Jean. "Did that not just give you chills?"

I nodded and felt the pounding of my own heart. After the movie ended, we clapped and got eyed by a few people, but we didn't care. We sat during the credits and sang along to This is it and Heal the World. We walked out of the theater with a new perspective after that.

"So, how do you feel?" she asked me.

"Strangely calm...how about you?"

"The same. I still miss him like crazy...but now he doesn't have to feel the pain anymore."

"Yea...but now we do," I looked down and sighed. Melody thought about what I had said and then she nodded.

"I don't think we're doing it alone, though, do you?" I looked at her and she was staring up at the night sky. I looked up with her and we saw a shooting star go by. "If only the magic was real...hey...let's make a wish."

"A wish? For what?"

"Hm...let's wish that wherever Michael is, that he is safe and in no more pain..."

I nodded and closed my eyes. "And that we will see him real soon." She nodded and closed her eyes. We sat there for a minute before her phone rang.

"Hello? Yes mom? Right now? Come on...I'm out with Sky and...ugh whatever bye!" she slammed her phone shut and groaned. "Mom's in one of those moods again, so I have to go."

I sighed. "Mel...I think we need to get our own place. Seriously...we need to save up and get a place away from where we are now. We wouldn't have to deal with haters anymore. What do you say?"

She thought for a moment and then grinned. "I'd say we're going apartment hunting tomorrow!"

"Don't you think we should save up a bit first?" I asked as we piled into her car.

"Well yea, but I mean we can get applications, and I already have some money put away. So let's do it!" she grinned and sped off to my place.

"Okay," I smiled and we shook on it. She raced me home and I walked in and grabbed a bottle of water and locked myself into my room for the night. I stared at Michael's picture on the wall and sang some of his songs to myself. My phone rang and I rolled over and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey...after tonight I'm definitely ready to move out. I'll pick you up at 9 AM okay?"

"9? Come on Mel...I need my beauty sleep..." I groaned.

"Do you wanna get out of that house?" she asked plainly.

"Well...yea..."

"Then be ready at 9. See you then!"

Before I could say anything more, she hung up. I could still hear her mother yelling in the background. Something about seeing a stupid movie and wasting too much time. Even if I probably never would've moved out on my own, I was glad we made this decision. Atleast it would get her out of that horrible lifestyle and maybe once we were settled, we could finally get over Michael and have a tolerable life until it was done.

I rolled back onto my other side and looked into Michael's eyes. If I stared long enough, sometimes I swear I'd see him smile and wink at me. That helped me get to sleep at night. The next morning, on time, Melody was pounding at my bedroom door.

"Hang on, geeze..." I flung my door open and she pranced in, dressed and ready. "You almost made me poke my eye out with my eyeliner."

"Sorry..." she shrugged. "Guess you woke up late, huh?"

I eyed her and then looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a white tank top and navy blue boxer shorts. "How could you tell?" I asked sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and dug through my closet. She threw me a tank top with Michael's face on it and a pair of jeans. "Uhh...thanks."

She nodded and paced my entire floor about a thousand times while I finished getting ready. "Ugh...finally! Let's go."

I locked up my room and walked right behind her. We stopped to get some breakfast and then we were off again, traveling the roads in more than one city. We stopped at several different apartment complexes and we were shown quite a few models before we finally narrowed our decisions down to 2. Both of them were a 3 bedroom, 2 bath place. One was a little bigger in the living room with smaller bedrooms and the other had bigger rooms, a closed in balcony, and a marble top kitchen. We decided on the last one.

We filled out the applications and decided on a date to start moving in. After that, we went to eat lunch at McDonalds. "So, what do you think our mothers will say to all this?" I asked as I munched on a french fry.

"My mom's been dying to get rid of me, I think. I'm sure she'll argue with me for the simple fact that I won't be helping her raise my little brother anymore. Yours might be the emotional one."

I agreed. We talked about it for a while and decided we would tell them together to make it a little easier on us. When we did, Melody's predictions were exact. We got all the typical "why's" and "how could you do this?" and we eventually threw our hands up.

"Come on...stop!" Melody yelled. "Did you ever realize what kind of hell you two were putting on me and Sky?"

"Enough is enough. We're tired of being dissed on for loving Michael all the time. Haven't you realized after the first year since he died that we weren't gonna just walk away and forget he existed?"

They oddly shut their mouths and listened. "We're done. You mocked and judged for too long now and we're not gonna take it anymore. We will still be around if you need us but we won't live under this torture anymore." Melody clenched her teeth and I grabbed her hand.

After a brief hesitation, we walked back to her bedroom and packed her things. We stopped by the apartment and dropped off what we could and went back for my things. After the last box was loaded, my mom stopped me with her mother standing behind her.

"Can't you give us another chance? You can't just do this all because of Michael Jackson."

"We're doing this for us, not for him. How can you expect us to get over his death when you two are bashing him in front of us all the time? We can't, okay?" I sighed and got into the truck. Melody backed out and rolled down the window.

"We love you." she smiled and we drove off to begin a new life without all the pain and sorrow we had delt with for nearly 2 years.