✗warning:sad
✗this may be confusing i'll explain it at the end.
✗era:multi-era imagine
✗im not always going to make imagines with songs, but im in a mood today

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❝how can i say this without breaking❞

you screamed as your best friend chased you around the backyard, a water balloon in hand. the afro-haired boy finally caught up to you and pulled you down with him, water splashing all over your, already wet shirt and his, red flanel. you both laugh out loud, laying on the grass, after a while the laughs dim down, as you both just lay there enjoying each others presence.

"y/n i have a question" michael asked.
"go ahead mike" you said turning your head to him.
his large afro brushes your hair. his eyes meet yours and he smiles widely.

"what if a friend likes another friend...as something more?"
"michael your 18 you obviously know what it means" both of you laugh.

"okay sorry for being cliche but how do i tell this girl about you know my feelings?" you arch your brow and sigh sadly.

"ya know just tell her, if she doesn't like you back it's her loss, your michael jackson! your the ultimate package" you wink and he giggles. if only he knew you were telling the truth.

"so who is this blessed lady?"
"her name is tatum ó neal-" as he rambles on and on about her, and how much he likes her. while you just stare in distance not listening

❝how can i say this without taking over❞

you sigh and watch the it couple of hollywood laugh and smile. you shake your head and look down obviously not wanting to see the guy your in love with, with his girlfriend. the couch sinks in, obviously someone sitting next to you.

"you have to get over him. obviously he doesn't want you...as your best friend i need to tell you its his loss. he saw a piece of art in front of him and completely ignored it. how about i set you up with someone i know?" you sigh and shake your head.

"i dont really want any guy right now. the guy i have in mind is going to stay. janet he is accomplishing new things, he is becoming solo. off the wall is huge. the whole country wants him but i've wanted him way before. it isnt fair" janet sighs and lays her head down on your shoulder, thinking why you need to be so caught up on someone who doesn't like you back.

❝how can i put it down into words❞

"hey michael, this is the fifth time i've called, just wanted to congratulate you on your 8 grammys. brooke and you...you guys looked amazing. you set a record! call back" has this been where it has come to? calling him, just for him to ignore you.

its become a pattern. you thought he loved you as a best friend, but all he has been doing is ignoring you. its time for a change. time to forget the man you once called your best friend.

time to forget michael jackson.

you pick up your phone and dial janets number.

"hey janet...remember that guy you told me wanted to meet me? tell him i'd love to meet him"

❝when its almost too much for my soul alone❞
your hands shake as your hand can barely hold the key or without the key shaking, due to the pain in your hand. your legs can barely hold you up, and your head aches with pain. your body looks as if you got into a car accident.

finally opening the door you open the door to see the worried looks of your best friend, and her brother. (☕)

"y/n!" janet rushes over to you and examines your body, which was filled with bruises and scars. you look at your ex-crush as he rushes over to you, suddenly caring about you after 5 years.

"what happened? did anyone hurt you?" michael asked.
"lets clean you up"

as janet washes your clothes, you lay on your bed wearing michael's old t-shirt and sweat pants.

"i just dont understand how you fell down the stairs and this is how it ends you up" michael sighed sitting next to. you sigh, in anger.

"michael no shit, my boyfriend just beat me up but you weren't there to help me, in fact you weren't there for the last 5 years."

"excuse me?! that bastard hurt you?! well call the police! and i do love you, your my best friend!"

"no, call the police to hose down your pants because your a liar. such a beautiful liar. you've become the world's most wanted man, everyone wants you and you keep on falling for hollywood's scheme. everyone wants michael jackson, but no one wants the real michael jackson. they want the story michael. but me? all i've ever wanted was you, the real you but you never payed attention."

"y/n-"

a tear falls out your eye. all the thoughts bundled up in your mind for the past 20 years all out. finally.

❝i loved, and i loved and i lost you❞

the tv shuts off, you staring at the black screen in shock and disbelief.

every channel you click on it says the words

"michael jackson, accused of child molestation" (which we all know thats not true dont even start)

you know, its not true. it cant be. michael has had nothing but love for children. but not in love. he would never, all he wants is to help children. you know because you warned him. the family was not to be trusted but he didn't listen.

you get into your car and rush to neverland, swarms of paparazzi there.

"y/n! y/n! what do you have to say about the child molestation accusation?"

"honestly if you believe it you must be wrong in the head. michael and his whole family has been very kind and generous to kids ever since he was a kid. bet you all believe this stuff because all of you switch up his words, you call him the weirdo when there are celebrities out there marrying they're kids! but you decide to pay attention to michael jackson the apparent weirdo. michael helped the chandler family, but the father had a plan, and i have the proof, you decide to believe a lying snake. go ahead but know that snakes always get exposed"

(which should have been said in the 90's instead of after his death)

and with that you enter the gates of neverland leaving everyone shocked.

❝and it hurts like hell❞

"he's what?!"

"mrs.jackson-"

"no my baby boy got married, but he never told me! with lisa marie. sheesh she seems off to me"

you couldn't agree more, but it's michael life and he makes his own decisions. but it breaks your heart. who even knows if lisa actually loves him? or is just doing this for the fame and attention. michael ran off last week without a word, and next thing you know you turn on the tv and see

"michael and lisa marie presley wed in a very private wedding"

it broke your heart but michael jackson is married now. your just waiting for him.

❝i dont want them to know the secrets❞

"i cant, i cant do this"

"michael! michael! michael!"

the crowd chanted ready to see the king of pop perform after a few years.

"shhh! michael look at me." you hold his face and caress his face. michael hasn't been performing in front of people in 3 or 4 years.

michael has been pressured too much, everyone wants the michael jackson who performs every day. michael has grown, although he can dance better than a 20 year old as a 40 year old, but right now he cant handle it.

"remember when were teens. remember when i told you your michael jackson, you can get anything or anyone you want. remember that! i love you, michael. your the greatest entertainer of all time. everyone out there is here for your 30th anniversary special. michael jackson's 30th anniversary. not beyoncé, not usher. but michael joseph jackson"

he sighs and leans up and leaves a gentle peck on your lips.

he grabs his fedora and steps on stage, immediately hearing then screams. while you stay there mesmerized.

❝i dont want them to know the way i loved you❞

you run and run till you find him. finally after years of telling everyone he is innocent, now people actually now, because after 6 months, the santa barbra court has proven that michael jackson is innocent.

currently your running to michael's hotel he was staying in. ignoring all the screaming fans and paparazzi. you enter the hotel and run to michael's room. knocking, repeatedly on the door.

"who is it?" you hear paris's cute small voice

"open the door hippie its me" you chuckle

"y/n!" the door opens and all of michael's kids hug your legs.

"where is your father?" you ask and play with blanket's hair.

"in his room i'll tell him your here" prince says and knocks on michael's door

"dad, you have a visitor"
"tell them off, i dont want any visitors"

prince laughs and turns around.

"watch this"
he turns around again to the closed door.

"its y/n!"

the door unlocks and opens. and there stood a very stressed out michael.

you walk over and hug him tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

but you let go

❝i dont think they'd understand, no❞

red and blue lights everywhere, everyone screaming and crying. the doctors rush into the hospital. you stay still watching everything, quiet but your eyes show a thousand emotions.

the jackson family rushes in the hospital, all shooting you with questions.

"what happened y/n speak!"

a single tear fell from your eye as you watch the worried eyes of the jackson family..

"he wouldn't wake up" you mumble.

"what?" janet asked.

"he wouldn't wake up, he wouldn't wake up..he wouldn't wake up. doctor killer!" you start to scream looking and sounding like a crazy women.

"y/n! calm down, now answer my question women!"

"i woke up at 1 in the morning...to my phone ringing...it was paris"

you inhaled a long breath not ready to tell the story.

you stretch your arms, as you suddenly woke up. for some reason something caused you to wake up. you turn your head and look at your calender.

june 25th, 2009.

you hear a faint song playing, meaning someone was calling you. you reach out for your phone and look at the contact.

'michael♡'

you smile and immediately press answer. sometimes you would talk with michael late at night, giving him encouraging talks for his upcoming tour.

but when you answer, it wasn't michael.

"hello?" you say

"y/n... its dad. he, he won't wake up and dr.murray wont let me see him"

"what? paris call-"

"paris! off the phone"

and the line went dead.

"then i assumed something happen so i went to michael's hospital to find him in the ambulance and i've been here since 2 am. the kids they don't know what's happening, they think he is here for a-"

the door opens and steps out the doctor.

the emotion in the doctors eye is, well, emotion-less. he looks dead in his eyes, he looks like he has been crying for the past week. he makes eye contact with you and that's when you know.

"he's, gone"

"no he is not"

"y/n-"

"no he isnt! i never said goodbye, i never told him my feelings, he cant be dead! he can't be. your a liar!" you scream and drop down to your knees.

janet covers her mouth and sobs, the whole jackson family crying

as they all just lost a sibling, and a son.

but you, you lost the love of your life. the one person who understood you more than anyone else.

you push over the doctor and search for michael's room, and then there we has.

cold, lifeless, and hurt.

you knock on the door, helpless.

"michael! michael! its me. your best friend. wake up...please?!"

nothing. as michael jackson was carried away, he carried your heart and soul as well.

❝i loved and i loved and i lost you and it hurts like hell❞

"and so, as im saying goodbye to michael, i would like to say to all the people here, to all the people who are watching this at home. who said he was a freak, or called him weirdo, or wacko jacko. you do not deserve to be here. you do not deserve him. michael died because of everyone who hurt him. because of the lies, and the betrayals the world lost not only a legend, but a beautiful human being. i will always love you michael

i'll see you after the funeral"

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✗my comeback was a emo oops
✗the ending...well idk if i should explain
✗a happy imagine is next
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