I Love you Michael~*

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Year: 1984 after the Pepsi incident.

I took slow but steady steps down the long and silent hallway of the hospital with no one here but me holding a covered up german chocolate cake and the click-clacking of my high heels making their endless sound on the white tiled floors. My mind was racing through unclear thoughts after getting the news I had gotten from my brother that he was rushed here after the fatal accident; I couldn't shake the thought that ONE tragic thought out of my head that led me to this place.

I had finally gotten to his room door; my heart was beating a million times a minute, my hands started to get sweaty as I slowly reached the knob and turning it.

Inside the room was dark, so dark that the blinds were slightly turned open receiving some light; and there were his brothers standing over his bed with tears in their eyes reliving that shocking moment that went downhill. I was met by the somber looks of his parents; his mother I could tell had tear stains on her cheeks his father on the other hand, had his head down low where I couldn't see him cry but I could glimpse a tear rolling down that it had sparkled in the moonlight. Never in my life, had I seen him like this even though he was what he was deep down he had a heart made out of gold. I slowly walked over to them hugging them as tightly as I could seeing their arms reach my back doing the same I wanted to tell them he was going to make it that he was strong on surviving but I couldn't even trust my own voice as I started to tear up but I wasn't going to break down; not in front of them, not in front of the family who treated me nothing but kindness over the past 13 years since he, his brothers, and I became fast friends.

One by one, the guys came over to me. Jermaine who was in front, hugged me gently I blushed a hint of pink feeling his warm touching body on mine as he kissed me on the cheek and winked. I shook my head seeing him walking away with the rest of them behind him all that was left were Mr. and Mrs. Jackson who were about to leave, seeing that I was going to be alone, Mr. Jackson started to protest, but Mrs. Jackson with her gentle personality, patted his arm ushering for them to leave as soon as possible the next thing I knew the door was closed and there I was in the big dark hospital room alone with him at last.