Thanks for the continued support everyone. I appreciate it so much! I've been having a real hard time lately. Alot of my fellow classmates are still convinced Michael was guilty. Hearing people insult him still bothers me. I cried on my way home today, and i cried when i heard the tribute song made for him. Look it up, its called Better on the Other Side by The Game. It will make you cry...so get ready. Much love everyone!

Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 8

When Janet and I finally started heading home, it was getting dark outside. We danced to a bunch of random music on the way back and Janet was keeping me laughing. It seemed to me like she was trying to distract me from something, but I let it go.

"Geeze, Tink, I think we almost bought the entire store this time," I laughed, looking in the back seat at our many bags of clothes and accessories.

"We probably could have if you would've let me stay an hour longer," she whined.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. We finally pulled up to the ranch and I noticed the Neverland lights were on.

"That's strange. Didn't the kids leave this morning?" I asked Janet.

"Yea, why?"

"Well, its funny the lights are on. Michael never has the front lights on unless theres company over. Why did he turn the lights..." I stopped when the gates opened and the drive was decorated in lights, leading all the way up to the house. "Oh...my" my mouth hung open.

Janet reached over and pushed my mouth closed, laughing. "Keep that closed, Wendy...now roll your window down and listen."

I quirked a brow at her and rolled my window down. As we got closer to the house I could hear faint singing. One particular voice sounded the best out of the others I heard. Michael was singing into a small microphone. When we pulled up, I saw the entire Jackson family standing on the front porch, each with a small candlestick in their hand. Michael was in front with a small microphone and two small speakers on either side of him. He was wearing his tight black pants and an open white shirt. The same outfit he wore in his Black or White video. Damn he looked good.

"What in the world?" I said, getting out of the car. I stared at Michael in confusion and he started singing happy birthday to me. I started blushing and Janet laughed. "I forgot my birthday...wow."

The family giggled at me and they stopped singing. Michael froze for a minute and then snapped his fingers. "I have a little something more than that..." Then I heard my favorite song start up. Give into me.

'Is he gonna sing this to me in front of everyone?' I wondered and started blushing.

He stepped off the porch singing to me. I blushed like crazy as he walked to me and brushed against me seductively. I started sweating. He danced all around me like he was some kind of professional stripper, but he was staying fully clothed. Damn my bad luck.

As he sang the last line, he pulled me against his chest and kissed me passionately. Everyone clapped and Katie brought out a huge cake with sparkling candles sticking out of every side of it. It almost looked like a wedding cake with its full three layers.

"Wow, thank you all so much everyone. This is incredible."

Michael was still holding me against his chest and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "There's more."

"More? Michael...come on, what more can you and your family give me? You've done enough..."

"Not quite. Jermaine, you have the floor."

Michael walked away and Jermaine walked to me and offered his hand. "My lady...may I lead you somewhere?"

I blushed a little and looked at Michael. He nodded and smiled widely and I smiled, taking Jermaine's hand. Everyone else followed far behind while Jermaine lead me to the side of the house near the second garage where Michael kept his car.

"You remember your old Mustang, right?" Jermaine asked.

"...Yea, what about it?" I hesitated.

"Well, it was in very bad shape you know, and Michael just couldn't stand for that," he looked back at Michael and smiled and Michael stood with his hands in his pockets, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

"What are you trying to tell me, Jermaine?" I asked in curiousity.

"See for yourself," he said, offering me the garage door remote. I hesitated and then took it. I looked at the closed garage and Michael started rocking on his heels.

"Trust in me Lola, push the button," Michael whispered.

I pushed it and watched the door slowly rise. Tito hit a control near the side of the building and the inside of the garage lit up brightly. Then I saw the most amazing piece of machinary I've ever seen. A 1980s style black Mustang with a saphire rose painted on the hood.

"Oh...my...GOD!" I walked up slowly and put my hand on it. The black paint shimmered in the light and looked like it had been covered in glitter. I slid my fingertips down the side and reached what looked like stenciled writing. I bent down and looked at it carefully and noticed it was autographed by my Michael. I jumped up and ran into Michael's arms, kissing him repeatedly.

"Oh Michael I love it! I love the color, I love the rose, I love your own personal touch to it, God I love you!"

Everyone chuckled at my reaction and he laughed. "I love you too. It wasn't just me though. Janet got the information from you. Jermaine built it, and I signed it."

I let go of Michael and ran into Jermaine's arms and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much. You are brilliant!"

"You have good taste little sister. I enjoyed working on it," he smiled, hugging me back.

I turned and hugged Janet. "Thank you for being nosey," I laughed.

She rolled her eyes. "Thank you for not jumping on me. I don't think I could've caught you like the other guys could," she laughed and I lightly pushed her.

"Can we take it for a ride?" I asked Michael.

"Yeah, midnight drive sounds nice. Let's go." He opened the door for me and I climbed in. The interior was black and everything was outlined in blue saphire. The seats were genuine leather and it had me and Michae's initials sewn into the seats.

"Wow, that's beautiful."

"Yeah, mother knows how to work the sewing machine." I smiled and blew a kiss to Katie. She smiled back and waved us off.

We took a ride around the block. I wasn't driving very fast. I was too busy enjoying the car itself, and of course enjoying my alone time with Michael.

"You drive too slow, Lola. Let me show you how its done."

I quirked a brow and giggled at him, then I pulled over and switched seats with him. I sat and stared at him while he flipped through some music and turned on Linkin Park. After the beat picked up, he burned rubber and the engine growled. I always wanted my car to sound like that, and now it did.

"Daaammmnnnn...." was all I could say.

"What?" Michael asked.

"The sound of the engine...you...the speed...I think I'm getting turned on," I teased and winked at him. He looked over at me and I bit my lip and he bit his.

"I think it's time to get home and get ready for...uh...bed," he stuttered and I giggled.

"Sounds good to me, love," I leaned over and kissed his cheek and he blushed.

We got home and took a shower together, which proved to be rather interesting. It wasn't sexual as it was annoying. Everytime I raised my arms to wash my hair, Michael tickled me. He wouldn't let me clean myself up until I pushed him against the wall and leaned my back against his chest.

"That's just not fair," he whined.

"Oh, what a shame," I teased, rubbing up and down his body like a strip tease. He groaned and wrapped his arms around me and bit my neck. "Behave yourself now," I moaned.

"I don't wanna," he whined like a kid.

After that, we ended up in the bed, which ended up to be a bad idea because we slept with wet sheets that night. I guess I agrivated him too much. That night, I had another nightmare. I was standing backstage watching Michael peform. Everytime he glanced at me, I'd smile and blow a kiss and I sang along to every song.

When he sang "They Dont Care About Us" a group of dancers dressed as gang members came on stage with him. They started acting funny and they began to push Michael off stage. Michael turned and looked at me with sad eyes and walked with them, away from me.

"Michael...wait, where are you going?" I called. Suddenly, the crowd disappeared. I ran on stage towards Michael and he kept walking away from me. "Michael, don't! Please...dont," I watched him disappear with these guys and I fell to my knees on the stage. The spotlight fell on me and I put my face into my hands and cried. "Michael, don't leave me!"

"Lola...shh I'm here." I looked up, but still couldn't see him. "I'm not going to leave you. Lola, come on sweetheart, wake up. You're just dreaming."

Suddenly I saw his sweet face looking down at me. I raised up and looked around the room and then rubbed the sweat off of my face. "A dream?"

"Yes, a dream. Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing my bare arm softly.

I hugged his neck tightly and buried my face in his neck. "I'm okay now. Just promise me you won't ever leave me."

Michael looked at me for a minute and snorted. "Now why would I ever leave you? You just got my heart put back together. I wouldn't just leave and let both mine and yours shatter again."

"Good." I whispered.

We layed back down and I curled up against him and listened to his heartbeat. Soon, I fell into a deep sleep. Michael's heartbeat was like a lullaby to me. Michael spent the next few nights sneaking into my room to sleep with me. He really didn't have to do that considering it was his home, but the thrill of this child-like behavior excited us both in a funny way. I couldn't really explain it. He was a child at heart and he was rubbing off on me.

One morning while we were sitting on the couch after we had breakfast, a knock came at the door. A man soon walked in with a briefcase and Michael shook his hand.

"Lola, this is Mr. Davis. He is the one that sets up all my tours for me," Michael smiled.

"Nice to meet you, sir," I shook his hand and he nodded.

"Mr. Jackson, we must get to work at once." Michael nodded and leaned down to kiss my cheek.

"I'll be back," he whispered. I nodded and he disappeared into his office with the other man.

I ignored the man's rudeness. I was really suprised Michael had this much patience with half the people he was forced to be in contact with. Most of them were entirely rude. For a while, I kept forgetting Michael was a superstar. He was just a regular guy to me. He wasn't just Michael Jackson, the King of Pop. He was my Michael, and I was his so-called "Queen of Pop" or so he called me.

I watched the television for a while and decided to go for a walk. I sat near the garden and sang to myself until Michael finally came out and found me.

"Love, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to leave for a while. There's much planning to be done for the Bad Tour in a few weeks. I'll leave everyone's number for you. I've already told the staff they could have the day off so you could be alone. The only one other than you that will be here is Sam. He will be at his post at the front gate for your protection," he kissed me lightly and walked to the door, putting his fedora on and kissed me again. "Stay out of trouble. I love you," he whispered.

I blushed and giggled. "I love you too, and hey, I always stay out of trouble."

Michael gave me a funny look and I smiled innocently at him and he walked out the door with Mr. Davis. I sat there for a while, trying to decide what to do. No staff was here, so riding the rides wasn't a possibility. I had already been to every inch of the ranch, so I decided to walk around the neighborhood. No one knew who I was yet, and I figured I'd easily pass as a regular worker at the ranch.

I walked past the gate and told Sam I wouldn't go far. He nodded. He knew he wasn't allowed to argue. He was only to give me whatever I wanted. Michael was so protective. I kind of figured he would flip if he knew I left the ranch, so I borrowed one of his fedoras. This one was bright red and it matched my plad bondage pants. I decided to dress a little differently so people wouldn't associate me with Michael. I wasn't too concerned with myself but I did want to protect him as much as I could.

I walked around for a while until I came across an abandoned field, farm included. I got curious and walked around the property. I remembered Janet pointing out this area once, saying this was the place her and Michael would come and play together when they wanted to get away from everyone else.

I walked around the barn a few times, and soon realized I wasn't alone. I noticed a group of guys leaning on a wooden fence nearby, and when they noticed me, they got closer.

"Why, if it isn't the pedophile lover. We haven't seen you in a while, baby. You lookin' good, girl," one guy licked his lips and I trembled.

"You disgust me. Leave me alone," I snarled.

"Don't be like that. We just wanna play with the pedophile lover. You can play, can't you? I bet that freak taught you some moves," another man taunted.

I snarled and clenched my teeth tightly. "Go screw yourself and don't call him a freak."

The men snarled back at me and surrounded me. They started pulling at my clothes and one of them knocked the hat off my head. One guy behind me leaned over and slipped his finger under my shirt and pulled it up a little. I swung around and punched him in the face, giving him a bloody nose.

"You bitch, you broke my nose!" I smirked and took a fighting stance my cousin had taught me once before. They came at me, and I was only able to get in a few hits before I was wrestled to the ground. Soon, they had me tied up and they threw me into the barn and locked me inside.

'Okay, well that was fun. Ugh...I should've listened to Michael and stayed home...' I layed there for a minute and then I smelled gasoline. I choked a little and then I smelled smoke. The far end of the barn wall caught fire and I heard the gang yell out something about "burning for the freak" and I started to panic.

I struggled against the ropes around my wrist and ended up with bad rope burn. I was able to get a hold of the cell phone in my pocket and I dialed the first number I could find. Tito. He answered and I mumbled against the tape across my mouth. He listened carefully.

"Lola? Is that you? What's wrong? You're hurt aren't you? Where are you?" he asked between my muffled speech. I was somehow able to sound close enough to barn and he figured out where I was. "The barn? I know where that is. I'll bring help." Before he hung up, I yelled out fire and he paused. "Is it on fire? Oh, God, I'll call for help. Stay low, Lola, and try not to breathe in the smoke!"

I don't know how he was able to understand me with tape over my mouth, but I was thankful. Too bad I was beginning to lose my focus.

'Stay awake for me, Lola...you have to stay awake.'

'My voice of reason? Where have you been?'

'I never left. You have to stay awake. Michael is coming. Stay awake...'

'Michael...oh...Michael,' my vision started to blur. 'I hope I can see his face one more time.'

I blacked out for a minute, or so it seemed. I heard a bunch of voices. It sounded like some kind of fight outside. Then I heard a loud crash and the sound of his voice.

"Lola, wake up! Please...baby you have to wake up. Stay with me!"

'I hear you Michael...I just need to rest for a few minutes.' I felt Michael's trembling lips on mine. Then I saw a bright light and a bunch of clouds.

"Where am I?"

"Mommy? What are you doing here?"

I jerked my head up and saw my son standing in front of me. He was dressed in white and he was smiling widely at me. Tears burned in my eyes.

"Will? Oh baby I missed you so much!" I cried.

"I miss you too mommy, but you gotta go back. You gotta stay with Michael Jackson."

"But..."

"Young lady, no buts, you must go," my grandfather came and stood next to Will, taking his hand.

"P...Papa? I don't understand...I don't want to leave. I wanna stay here with you."

"I know, Lolo...but you can't. Don't you see?" he pointed to the side and I saw what almost looked like a screen placed in the sky. Michael was doing CPR on me. "He needs you with him. You aren't done on earth yet, dear Lolo. You need to stay with Michael, and marry him. You will both join us here soon enough, when you are together."

A tear slid down my face and I nodded. My grandfather wiped the tear and kissed my forehead. My son grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "Mommy, tell Michael Jackson I said hello. Tell him I asked him to take care of you for me."

I giggled at my son and kissed his cheek. "I will. I love you both so much."

They both smiled and the light dimmed. There was a faint light in my eyes now, and I heard faint voices.

"I think she's coming around. Good job, Mr. Jackson."

I opened my eyes and saw Michael and his family standing around me. "Where am I?"

Katie grabbed my hand. "You're in the hospital, baby girl. How do you feel?"

"Tired, but okay. Where's...?"

"I'm right here, sweet love," Michael walked in and kissed me softly. "You scared the hell out of us you know."

"What the hell were you thinking?" Joseph stepped forward and I winced. "Why did you leave the ranch? It's too dangerous to be out there without any of us."

Michael held his hand up at him and he grumbled and walked out. "I'm sorry..."

"No, don't be. I'm happy he said that." The family looked at me in confusion and I smiled weakly. "He sounded like he cared about me for a minute. That's a nice feeling."

They all smiled and soon they said their goodbyes and left. Michael stayed with me and I told him what I had seen.

"So, he wants me to take care of you? That's sweet, but I already am taking care of you."

"I know," I whispered. "So, what happened?"

"Well," he sighed. "I'm not sure why or how you ended up at that barn, but Jermaine called me after Tito called him saying you were in some kind of trouble. He told me where to meet them. When I got there, my brothers were fighting with that gang that had attacked you before," he paused and ran his hand over my bruised arms. "Which would explain why you look beat up, again. The gang ran away and Jermaine started trying to kill the flames. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and kicked the door down and found you on the ground, tied up and not breathing."

"I know, I watched you do CPR on me," he looked at me in confusion. "While I was up there, it looked like I was staring at a television screen that was built into the sky. It was strange. I felt your lips against mine. I wanted so badly to kiss you back." I whispered. Michael smiled and kissed me. I held him there for a while before he raised up and moved a hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. Rest now, my love. You're safe. I promise, I won't ever let anyone hurt you ever again."

I put my hand on his face and he closed his eyes and leaned into it. "It wasn't your fault. It was mine for going against your wishes and leaving the ranch in the first place. I'll never leave you Michael. I love you."

Michael smiled and kissed my palm. "I love you too."

Soon, the doctor came in and looked over me. He said I was doing much better and I could go home tomorrow. He also said visiting hours were over and Michael snorted.

"With all do respect, sir, I'm not leaving her. I'll just sleep here tonight."

I smiled at him and he kept his focus on the doctor. The doctor wouldn't dare argue with the King of Pop, so he nodded and left.

"You didn't have to..." I yawned. "I mean, you don't have to..."

Michael chuckled. "You're so tired you can't talk straight. Get some rest, love. We'll go home and spend some quality time together tomorrow. Just you and me."

"Okay..." I mumbled and shut my eyes. Michael crawled into the bed with me and nuzzled my neck.

"My Queen...I'll love you forever."

Forgive me, it's a short chapter. Finals at school are keeping me busy. Probably isnt as good as my previous chapters cuz i typed this blindly. no notebook! ahh! lol