A Life With Michael Jackson (fictional)

By: Mistah ME

disclaimer: I do NOT own Michael Jackson (obviously)

Chapter 2

"Melanie... Melanie, wake up."

I woke to the sound of Michael's soft voice. It's so early... I don't wanna wake- Oh, yeah! Michael!I sat up abruptly, startling Michael.

"Woa there. You were Sleeping Beauty five seconds ago. What made you wake up so suddenly?" He smiled at me. I felt like I had known that smile forever. It had made me smile back every time he showed it to me so far.

"I dunno... Michael, what are we doing today?"

"Well, first, we have to go eat breakfast. Then it's finding your parents. There's no school 'cause it's summer."

"OK!" I was perfectly fine with that plan as long as I was allowed to stick with Michael.

I hopped out of the blankets and reached up to grab Michael's hand again. This time, he made it easier for me by putting his hand in mine. He led me to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for me.

"Breakfast is served."

I sat down and looked around, too shy to do anything else. His whole family was there. Michael went to get toast for us.

"Hey! Who said we were wasting food on her? Michael, don't even think about getting any food for her!" I looked up to see Michael's father, scolding. Michael froze, then, carefully set down the plate he was holding and started scolding right back.

"What, so you whip her without a second thought, then prevent her from eating?! She's SIX YEARS OLD! She's a GUEST! You know, I've been putting up with you for a long time now, giving me beatings even when my performance was perfect! Now this?! No, Joseph. She's eating. And you would be nowhere without me, so don't you even try to say anything!"

Michael picked up the two pieces of toast, grabbed some butter, and led me outside. I couldn't speak. Michael had just talked back to his own father in my defense. I felt so bad, but I followed timidly behind Michael anyway. I wouldn't dream of lagging behind.

We walked trough a few alleys and Michael stopped when he decided we were far away enough. Then, he turned and smiled cockily at me.

"Now, breakfast is served. C'mon, let's eat."

He sat down on the ground and patted the space next to him. I was shocked. He had been so mad just minutes before.

"I think I'm gonna call you Mel. That fine with you?"

"OK... Michael, are you still mad?"

"...Not at you... C'mon, sit."

I sat down and he handed me a butter-covered piece of toast. I waited until he finished his piece and looked at his face. He still looked hungry. He probably usually had more for breakfast. I split my piece of toast in half and shoved the bigger half in Michael's hands. He looked at me, a question in his eyes.

"You're not hungry?"

I lied and shook my head. He shrugged and finished the toast. I tried to finish my toast as quickly as he had finished his and shoved as much of the bread into my small mouth as I could. I had to eat it as fast as I could so that I could ask Michael some questions.

"Michael, what's your last name? What's your middle name? What's your Ma's name?" I stopped to shove more bread in my mouth.

"Um, my last name is Jackson. My middle name is Joseph. And my mother's name is Katherine."

I started to ask why he had to go to rehearsal, but he was faster.

"Mel, we have to go. NOW."

I looked over his shoulder to see a strange girl screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Oh... My... Gosh... MICHAEL JACKSON! Is it really him? MICHAEL JACKSON MICHAEL JACKSON MICHAEL JACKSON! YOU'RE SOOO HOT!"

He looked over his shoulder, panicked. There were people shouting and sounds of a crowd forming. I tried to get up by myself, but he scooped me up and started running. I quickly finished my toast and asked more questions.

"Why are we running?" He looked down and smiled at me.

"You never stop asking questions, do you? We're running from fans. They found us in the alleyway and I wasn't sure what they were going to do. They can get real crazy sometimes."

Fans. Michael has fans. Who is he? Who is Michael Jackson? I had no idea who he was, yet I had practically stuck to him like glue for the past day.

"Are we going to find Ma and Pa now?" Michael had run for about ten minutes and finally stopped in a different alleyway, panting for breath.

"Yeah. We're probably going to be out all day, seeing as we can't go home until we're sure Joseph has cooled down."

"Who's Joseph?"

"He's my father. He wants us to call him Joseph instead of father."

"Oh. OK."

Michael took my hand and we started walking down the street. I described to him what my parents and home looked like, but he had never seen them. Maybe I lived far away. I started to get worried, but Michael consoled me, saying that I could live with him if we didn't find my parents. This made me feel better and we spent next ten hours looking for my lost parents.