The ride to his house was very quiet. Both of us kept didn't know what to say, and I kept falling asleep every ten minutes.

For some strange reason, I kept forgetting that I was in a car with Michael Jackson, but as soon as those thoughts hit my mind I would start feeling excited. Sure I was a fan of Michael, who wasn't?

Soon enough, I heard the clingy sound of gates opening, and automatically looked through the dark window. I couldn't see much, just gardens… side walks… and a big Farris wheel up ahead. Wow. He had a Farris wheel?

"Wow… you live here?" I finally spoke up. He grinned, nodding. "You like?" he asked.

"Hell yes! This is amazing!" I said.

The car came to a stop, and Michael and I came out. I looked towards the huge house… not even… it was a mansion.

"Woah…" I whispered to my self, mean while Michael giggled behind me.

"Come on!" he said, grabbing my hand. "Wait, what about my bags?" I said, looking back towards the car.

"It'll all be taken care of," he said, and I gave up, following him inside the house.

Gosh it was beautiful .

Right away, Michael introduced me to all the staff, than began to give me a quick tour around the house.

I swear it took about an hour just for half of it.

Suddenly, as we walked across one of the halls, looking at all these wonderful paintings of Michael's, my stomach gurgled.

Instantly, I felt my face redden, as Michael looked at me, holding a laugh.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. I nodded.

With that, we went downstairs to the kitchen, where all sorts of delicious foods were on the table.

I tried to be polite and eat a little of everything, but I couldn't help it. I was really hungry, and ended up eating until my stomach couldn't take it anymore.

"So… where do I sleep?" I wondered. I was getting pretty tired, and besides, it was extremely late.

"Oh! I almost forgot about that, come on, I'll show you," said Michael going up the fancy stairway.

We walked across the hall, until we got to a room. Michael opened the door… instantly, my eyes widened, and I absolutely fell in love with this room.

I slowly walked inside, noticing my four bags near the humongous bed.

I looked back towards Michael, who stood in the door way.

"You're letting me stay… in here?" I asked. He nodded, grinning.

I couldn't help it, I had to hug him.

He was pulled back by my instant hug, though he slowly hugged me back.

For a second, I forgot I was hugging Michael Jackson. I was really, really surprised on how normal he was, totally not what I expected.

When we pulled back, I started off by saying "Thank you… so much, for all of this, I-I never thought anything like this would ever happen… thank you, for saving me," I said.

He smiled kindly. "I'm always happy to help," he said.

I looked back towards the room, noticing another room, leading to a bathroom.

Boy, I really needed to take a shower. "Can I…" I said, motioning my finger towards the bathroom.

"Of course, just feel like you are at home," he said. I smiled. "Thanks, I'll try,".

For a few second we just stood there, looking at each other. Wow… I had never noticed how nice his eyes were. The iris was a beautiful chocolaty color, a few shades darker than mine.

His eyes were addicting, it was really hard to stop looking into them. Sadly, I had to. Other wise I might scare him with my gaze.

"Well, I-I should go now, h-have a good night Christina," he said.

"You too," I said, as he stepped out of the room, giving me a quick smile one last time, and closing the door behind him self.

I looked back towards the room. I still couldn't believe how huge it was. It was probably even bigger than my own apartment!

Or… old apartment.

When I was done taking my shower, I quickly slipped on my light blue, cotton pajamas, and turned off the light to the room.

I than walked over to the bed, and lay down, pulling the soft, puffy covers on top of me.

I stared at the ceiling, thinking to my self… Was this all real?

Sure felt like it.

Though when I closed my eyes, I knew that once I would wake up, I'd be back home, in my apartment… because, I still couldn't get rid of the thought… the thought that this is all a dream.