Jack led Michael up the steps of his mansion. “Sally!” Jack called when they got inside, “We have a guest!” Sally bounded in with wide eyes. “Sally dear, this is Michael Jackson.”
“Um…hi Mr. Jackson,” Sally said suspiciously as she shook Michael’s hand.
“My my,” Michael said as he kissed Sally’s hand, “You are more beautiful than I could’ve imagined.”
“Um thanks. Jack? Could I talk to you privately?” Sally asked as she grabbed Jack’s hand.
“Sure hon. Michael, just make yourself at home and I’ll be right back.” Sally then once again seized Jack’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.
“Jack,” Sally hissed, “Why is he here?” Sally looked at Michael in the living room, who was looking at everything around him.
“Sally, he just appeared out of no where. He misses his kids and he’s got no place to go. Can he just stay here until we can get him home?” Sally said nothing. “Baby, I’ve idolized this guy ever since I was a kid. The least we could do is let him stay.”
“Oh all right,” Sally finally said.
“Thanks babe,” Jack said as he gave her a passionate kiss.
“You know…” Sally said with a grin as she undid the buttons on Jack’s jacket, “Having Michael here could really be a good thing.” Jack grinned and winked.
Jack told Michael that he and Sally were going out to some errands. Michael said that he’d be fine by himself as he shut the door behind them. Now that they were gone, Michael knew that he had to thank these kind people. He was going to make them dinner.
So as he cooked, Michael sang and danced. He blasted music out of the speakers in Jack’s stereo.
“BILLIE JEAN IS NOT MY LOVER. SHE’S JUST A GIRL WHO CLAIMS THAT I AM THE ONE. BUT THE KID IS NOT MY SON.”
Michael was singing at the top of his lungs. He dip triple spins and moonwalked as he took the pizza that he’d made out of the oven…only to realize that Jack and Sally were watching him. Michael shut the music off. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly; he turned away so that they couldn’t see how furiously he was blushing. He was very embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry! That was amazing!” Jack exclaimed.
“And he cooked dinner!” Sally cried excitedly, “Thank you Michael!” She ran up to him and kissed his check. Michael giggled and blushed even more.
After dinner, Michael said that he was very tired. So Sally set out a pillow and a blanket on the couch.
“We don’t have a guest bedroom, so this’ll be about it,” Sally said.
“That’s all right,” Michael said, “I’m usually stuck in a hotel room while I’m on tour, so this is a first.”
“Ok. Well, Jack and I will be upstairs if you need us. Good night Michael.”
“Good night Sally,” Michael said as he gave Sally a hug. When he did so, Sally felt a warmth that made her feel happy. It felt good.
Michael lay awake for hours, wondering about his three kids. Prince, Paris, and Blanket. His three little angels. He was wondering if they missed him; if they were worrying about him. Just the thought of his beautiful children made him cry. Eventually he cried himself to sleep, dreaming of returning to Neverland.