*One month later*

Becky's POV

It's the 28th August, 1988. The day before Michael's birthday. His 30th birthday. It's not long until my 24th birthday. I will admit, I'm still pretty shaken up about Daniel's death, though. I haven't spoken about it since I was in hospital.

But.. I've been thinking about it a lot recently. Daniel shot himself without even realising. I still remember the conversation that was held before he fired the gun.

*flashback*

"Enough is enough!" Wayne shouts, taking the gun from Daniel.

Daniel fights for the gun. Kieran joins in, trying to take the gun from Daniel.

"Get off!" Daniel shouts angrily.

"You can't do this!" Kieran yells.

"I can and I will!" Daniel screams.

I stand myself up, in shock. Michael does too, both of us crying uncontrollably from shock.

Daniel's last words come: "You're gonna die!" before Kieran intervenes and pushes Daniel over.

"Daniel! Stop!" he cries, before the gun is fired.

BANG!

Then it all goes blurry. We have all been scarred for life.

We all drop to the floor, hoping we won't be the one to be hit. It takes us some time before we decide to get up.

Then we realise. Daniel's dead.

It circles in my head day after day. Then Rachel goes off on one and shoots me.

Michael cradles me, both of us thinking I'll die.

*end of flashback*

It makes me realise how lucky I am. Normally, people wouldn't survive. But I did. But it doesn't stop me from thinking how unlucky I was, too.

Having to fake-love Daniel to avoid me and Michael getting hurt.

*flashback*

"So are you gonna tell me what you did?" Daniel asks, taking me inside the house once I was home.

"Uh, I'd rather not," I say.

Daniel places his arm around me. Ugh, no! I hate that!

"You're saying you can't even tell your boyfriend, who you love very much, what you've done today?" he asks, with puppy dog eyes.

"Well, I can't resist those eyes," I lie, sitting down on the sofa.

I didn't wanna say what I'd done, because I hadn't done anything. I had been to see Michael, to tell him how I was getting on, fake-loving Daniel.

*end of flashback*

It was so hard having to act like I cared for him. It was also hard having to act like Michael was dead, too.

*flashback*

My phone buzzes. A phonecall from Michael.

"Don't dare answer it."

Daniel has spotted the caller ID. I hide the phone away.

"I won't," I say.

I let the phone go to voicemail and wait a few moments. My phone buzzes again, and I take a look.

"New voicemail," I say. Daniel scoffs.

"You've been apart 2 hours and he's already wanting you back," he laughs.

Ah, Daniel, if only you knew.

"I might as well hear what he has to say," I sigh. Here goes nothing.

I click the new voicemail and put my phone to my ear.

"Hello, Miss Costello?"

It's Michael, putting on a female Polish accent. I try to control my laughter, this is hilarious.

"This is doctor Gleikshtein here, calling you to tell you about Michael Jackson. You were the first contact to appear on his speed dial, so I called this number. Err.. I don't know how this effects you, but Mr. Jackson passed away about half an hour ago. If this effects you, I am so sorry for your loss. You can come in any time to say goodbyes if you would like. I'm so sorry for your loss."

I try not to laugh at his iffy accent as I start to think, he really did die. He really did die.

This makes me tear up. I'm just too convincing.

Daniel looks at me.

"What did he say?" he asks.

Eventually, I play him the message.

"Uh.. I'm sorry," he says.

He takes me into his embrace. He's bought the whole thing.

*end of flashback*

Everything has happened for a reason, I know it. It still makes me giggle how Michael and I hated one another before we even started to date. All because of the colour purple..

*flashback*

"Why do you judge me as if I'm some sort of monster?" he asks.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE!" I scream.

My shout echoes throughout the apartment. Michael's eyes widen.

"How would you know?! You've never taken the time to talk to me! It's either, I'm with The Jax, or you're always avoiding me! Y'know, if you ever took the time to get to know me, instead of judging me before you know me, you may know more about me!" he growls.

"What could I possibly need to know about you, apart from the fact that you're in The Jax, and you get happiness from hurting people?!" I ask angrily.

"That's only the basic stuff! There is so much you missed out!" he shouts back.

"Oh, what?! What could I possibly miss out?!" I scream.

"You forgot my favourite colour!" he complains.

Really? His favourite FREAKING colour?!

"My favourite colour is purple!" he says sadly.

"And, why does that matter?" I ask angrily.

He looks at my blue face.

"Cos, I don't see any colour purple in here," he says.

"So what?" I say.

"I know how we could get some purple in here," he says. His tone is more calm now.

"And, how's that?!" I ask.

"Your face is blue, mine is red," he says.

What's his point here?

"And why does that mat--"

My speech is interrupted.

Michael leans in like lightening and kisses my lips.

Err.. what's happening?! What's going on?! He isn't letting my lips go!

I.. I.. I find myself kissing his lips back. I can't let go.. no matter how hard I try, I can't let go.. his lips are magical.. I can't even describe it!

I try to let go. I just can't!

But then I realise - I don't wanna let go. I want this to last forever.

*end of flashback*

There was a time when me and Rachel got on, it's funny how the tables turn to drastically. And, how she dated Mark, Emma's ex. I still remember meeting her.

*flashback*

Michael walks slowly down the aisle of the train, carrying his faux leather suitcase in his leather-covered hand.

I try not to gain eye contact. I don't wanna gain eye contact. But yet I gain eye contact.

When I look, he's already got his eyes on me. Those eyes... those eyes.. those ey--

"Excuse me?" a girl about my age asks.

I shake my head to rid my trance and look up at the girl.

"What?" I ask with a smile.

"Can I sit here with you? There aren't any other seats on the train," she says again politely. I nod.

"Sure. Be my guest. I'm Becky, Becky Costello, and you are?" I say.

She sits down and places her bag under the table.

"I'm Rachel. Rachel Scarlettson," she replies. I nod.

"And, where are you going?" I ask.

"Oxford. I got selected from my class.." she replies, with a frown.

"You didn't wanna come either? Signed up for no apparent reason?" I ask. She nods.

"Yeah.." she admits. "So I guess you made the same mistake?"

I nod.

"Yeah. And, guess what? I came with one of my biggest enemies!" I growl. Rachel widens her eyes.

"Who?" she asks.

"Michael Jackson. From The Jax," I reply.

"Woah, girl. How'd you make enemies with him?!" she asks. I roll my eyes.

"Cos I saved an eighth grader from getting killed by him, that's why," I say. She chuckles.

"Oh, I get it. At least he got away, the eighth grader," she smiles. I smile too.

"Yeah, I guess," I say.

The train starts to move. I look out the window to find Emma. She's still there, waiting for the train to go. I wave at her and she waves back.

Tears start to form in my eyes.

Soon, Emma is out of sight. I sit back in my seat.

"Leaving a friend?' Rachel asks. I nod.
'Yeah, Emma Woodthorpe," I reply. She nods in understanding.

"I'm leaving my boyfriend, and a few friends," she says.

"Oh, who you going out with?" I ask with a smile.

"Oh, I'm going out with Mark, Emma's ex-boyfriend," she says.

Well, now I feel Bad. I've become friends with my best friend's ex's new girlfriend.

But she's a nice person, I guess that isn't so bad.

*end of flashback*

I've been through a lot in the past year. But I know that good will come of it soon. I have a lot of memories, good and bad. But because of Michael, my life is still perfect, simply because he's in it.

*mini flashback*

"Wanna make the colour purple again?" Michael asks, having just painted his face blue and mine red.

"Yes!" I squeal, as he takes me into his embrace and kisses me passionately.

Yes, it's those lips I love. The most magical lips I'll ever know.

*end of flashback*

My past has had a conflicting list of events. Good and bad.

But I can tell my future is going to be the best future one could ask for. I've got Michael, I've got a degree, a chance to have a life, and..

"Baby?" I hear a faint call behind me. It's Michael. I turn my head.

"Yeah?" I say with a smile.

"We gotta start college soon," he says. I sigh.

"What's wrong?" he asks, catching onto my deep thought.

"Nothing," I say, brushing the subject off.

Michael comes and sits by me on the sofa.

"C'mon, now tell me the truth," he begs.

He pouts. I can't resist that face.

"Well, actually, I was thinking of.. not going back to college," I say bluntly.

Michael looks into my eyes.

"And why is that?" he asks.

"I have reasons," I say.

Michael takes a hold of my face and looks into my eyes, much deeper.

"Why? You've got friends. You've got me. It'll be a way to take your mind off--" he stops himself from speaking of Daniel. He clears his throat.

"Michael, just--"

"No, baby. Please tell me why you don't wanna go back to school," he demands politely.

"Uh.." I say. "It's your birthday tomorrow!"

I perk up, trying to change the subject.

"Well done for realising. You better have got me a present!" Michael chuckles, with a wink. I giggle nervously.

"I guess you could say I have," I say. Michael smiles.

"Aww, that's sweet. Thanks baby," he says, kissing my forehead. He then turns serious.

"Now tell me why you don't wanna go to school," he demands.

"I already got my degree," I say.

"Is that your reason?" he asks. I nod slowly.

"Yeah.." I say. Michael smirks and scoffs.

"Pretty crap reason, huh?" he asks.

"I never heard you cuss before," I say, changing the subject again.

"Well, now you did. And now, I wanna hear your real reason for why you don't wanna go to school," he says. I turn around for a second to clear my head.

"Promise you won't get mad," I beg. He smiles.

"Of course I promise," he says, kissing my forehead.

"It's because of.." I start.

"Because?"

I clear my throat.

"Because of the birthday present I have for you," I say. He chuckles.

"My birthday present?"

Oh Becky, get a hold of yourself, just let it out.

"Yes.. it's.. I don't wanna go back to school. Not ever," I say. Michael looks at me.

"What did you get me for my birthday?" he asks.

"You'll find out tomorrow," I say. He pouts again.

"I gotta wait til tomorrow?" he asks sadly.

"Yes," I put my foot down.

"Is it really that life-changing?" he asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Like, is it worth putting off school for?" he asks. I nod my head.

"Very," I say. Michael gives me a confused look.

"Hmm.." he mutters. "Then I wanna know what it is now."

"Michael, I--"

"Why can't you tell me just one day early? Pretty please please please?" he begs.

God, I've gotta give in now.

"Ok.." I mutter nervously.

I feel a tear forming in my eye.

"Why are you crying?" he asks.

I wipe the tear from my eye.

"Just, I.. I'm a little nervous," I say. He takes my hand.

"It'll be ok. I'll love it, no matter what it is," he says.

"That's the thing," I say. "It isn't an 'it', not at all."

I bring out his present. "It's a 'he'."

Michael looks down at what I have shown him.

"Y-You're.. you're pregnant?" he asks, holding the positive test in his hand. I nod my head.

"Yeah.."

"How do you know its gender already?" he asks.

"I went to see the nurse about a week ago. I've been waiting for your birthday, but I can't do it anymore," I say.

"So, it's a boy?" he asks. I nod my head.

"Yeah.. happy 30th birthday, Michael," I say nervously.

Michael looks me in the eye, tears of happiness in his eyes.

"This is the best birthday present I ever got!" he cries, before embracing me tightly and kissing my lips passionately.

"You're happy?" I ask.

Michael looks deep into my eyes, tears still in his own.

"Happier than any human has ever been in life ever."