I was immediately carried uncomfortably upstairs. I peeked my eyes open to see who it was that was carrying me. A tall bodyguard. Michael was walking and laughing next to us. I could tell that he could find fun out of everything.
I knew I didn't weigh very much when I was a human, but I remember Mike's sister actually weighed nothing.
The bodyguard could have thrown me up into the air and kept walking.
Michael noticed the non-struggling bodyguard carry me with ease.
"You are pretty strong aren't you?" He asked in his lovely voice.
"Yes, but believe me, she feels like she doesn't weigh a thing." I heard him explain.
"You would think that. You are big so you would manage it." He laughed.
"No seriously!" He stopped in the hallway. "Hold her." He held me out from his body, making me on top of nothing but air and getting held up by only his hands.
Michael stopped laughing when he found out that he was being serious. "Well, ok then." He spoke softly.
I scrunched my eyes closed. I didn't want to be dropped. I just remembered that at night, I turn back into a human. I would possibly bruise badly.
Michael held his hands out and the bodyguard threw me into them.
Michael was about five foot nine. I was almost taller than him.
He stumbled a bit when he threw me at him. He expected me to be heavier than I was. Then he regained his balance and weighed me out by shifting his weight to each side of him. I had to open my eyes wide in response to this.
He laughed loudly before noticing my open eyes.
"You were right Rick! She actually weighs nothing." He smiled. He looked down at me and noticed my red eyes with a black outlining getting stronger as he stared.
He stumbled backwards a bit at that. I must've frightened him. I never realized that I had actually started to breathe again since the fence. That would be why I wasn't killing them right now.
I really had to leave in case I got out of control. But Michael had a firm grasp on my body and I didn't want to jump from him and give him any ideas. He already knew that I was weightless and anything more would be strange.
"Are you ok Bella?" He asked, trying to keep his eyes off of my eyes. It was hard for him because I saw look at them an awful lot.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I can walk I'm sure though." I said whilst getting free easily of his grip and jumped down onto my two feet.
"Good. You are so light." He explained.
"Oh thanks. I'm not really, it's just… I'm on this new diet thing you see." I trailed off.
"Oh, I see."
"So, Michael, what were you dancing to Thriller for? It looked like so much fun!" I said, clearly admiring. He was slightly dazzled by my looks.
He stumbled backwards then forwards again and overcame the look I gave him.
"Oh, well I'm doing a tour soon, so I have to practise. It's to help pay off some of my debt." He laughed.
"Oh. Do you need another dancer?" I asked him. I knew that in my human life, I couldn't dance to save my life but perhaps, I could try it now that I was extremely graceful.
"Well, that depends." We both stopped walking and the bodyguard walked on, giving us some privacy. "Show me what you got." He smiled but looked serious.
"Sure."
I tried to do what I had learned in my hip-hop classes that I took with my Mum. The thing that looked my spine would break came to me. I popped my stomach in and out in a jerky movement. I was taught how to do the moonwalk, but I couldn't manage it. I could go for two steps but after that, I fell. I crossed my fingers. I tried it and he looked impressed. It flowed easily for me with my new grace. He clapped his hands once I had finished my moonwalk, so I stopped.
"That was really good. But maybe the next tour we could have you, I'm a bit fully loaded right now." He smiled and I smiled back. He handed me a thin piece of card saying 'Michael Jackson' then under that, it was his number. "Call me. Can I have your number by any chance girl?" He checked me out. I was quite complimented, so I blushed a bit. I wrote out a number that I did not really recognise, but it came easily to me. The number of my Forks house was written down at the bottom of a slightly yellow tinged piece of paper.
"There you go. I'm not always going to be there though, so try and call on a rainy day." I explained. He looked curious.
"Thanks. The tour will be finished for this December, so you will probably hear from me after that." He smiled. "Now are you OK or do you want me to take you to a doctor?" He asked pleasantly.
"No, I'm fine thanks." I could just imagine the Doctor's reaction to my colour changing eyes.
"Ok. Where abouts do you live then?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Oh, shoot. That was a question that I didn't really know the answer to at the moment.
"Well, I'm between places right now." I explained.
"Oh. Well, I'll drop you off at your house then. Or, do you want to stay and watch?" he smiled at the last option.
"Yeah, I'll stay!" I pepped. Now, I was beginning to act like Alice. That was weird.
"Ok, well lets go downstairs then." His bodyguard came back as if he was listening to a queue.
"Everything ok Michael?" He asked in his very low voice, compared to Michael.
"Yeah Rick, everything is fine." He smiled. We walked back quickly.
When we got outside, Michael jogged lightly to his group of dancers. I took a seat on the ruins of the table that I caused.
"All right guys. Sorry about that! Let's carry on with Thriller again."
And so, I watched them do so, imagining me with him. The sheer connection and friendliness that Michael made was just so inviting. I felt like I only met him, yet we are great friends now.
It was close tot three o'clock before Edward appeared out of the forest and over the fence silently. He came up behind me, although I heard him.
He was trying to get me back without directing any attention to himself, causing the large group of dancers to turn around.
When he was just behind me, not even a centimetre away, I turned around to confront him.
"What are you doing Edward?" I fumed.
"Well, I think the question is more or less, what are you doing Bella?" he asked, in the same angry voice as me.
"Well, I would rather not stay cooped up in the same room, in the same house all day thank you." I explained through narrow eyes. I turned back to the dancers and cheered them on.
Edward ducked instead of getting spotted by Michael. Michael winked at me.
I blushed.
"Come on Bella. Get moving, we need to get back home." He knew that if he carried me back, he would get a very bad pain in between the legs.
"Back off Edward. I'm staying here till they are done!" I shouted.
"Bella, stop it! Come on! Carlisle will kill me if I don't bring you back. He doesn't even know that you are away to this guys house." He seemed clearly offended that I would rather be at a stranger's house than with him. He also didn't know who this man was.
"That guy over there? Yeah, that's Michael Jackson. I'm sorry if you will get in trouble if you don't come back with me in a while, but quite frankly, I don't care right now. I would rather have some time with my human memories right now. And no one can stop me. No one. You hear me Edward?" A tear was about to roll down my face but I choked it back.
He looked confused. "What?"
"Look Edward. When I was back being a human, and before Phil came into the picture, my mum and I used to listen to Michael Jackson all the time. Her favourite song was Thriller and I heard it, so I ran to it. Is that so bad? I haven't breathed the whole day, so please stop making me lose concentration. I'd rather not kill Michael. Anyway, my Mum always looked so excited when she heard Thriller, so right now, I can remember the look she gave me. The happiness flaring in her child-like eyes. So excuse me if I try to have a good memory or two." I explained, and let the tears role down my face.
"I'm sorry Bella. I'll wait for you then." He said while standing back up, making sure the coast was clear for anyone looking.
"Edward, I'm sure I can find my own way back." I reasoned.
"I'm sure you can Bella, but what I am saying is that, I'm making sure you come back."
"Fine." I said like a stubborn child. He so owed me.
Edward climbed back over the fence and as Thriller was drawing to a close, I stood up and clapped frantically. Michael ran up to me and noticed my tear streaked cheeks.
"Are you ok?" He asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. That was great!" I pepped again.
