Allison's POV:
After I grab my keys I head out to the front door and the porch is surrounded with flowers! I walk to my car and theres a mini present on the front. I pick it up and read the label.

To Allison,
I'm sorry.
Best friends forever and always.
Peter Pan x

I open the gift and theres another sticky note saying:

It's a promise ring. This way we will always have each other no matter what. I promise to always be there.

I looked at the ring and it was very pretty. Oh Peter... It was a rose gold ring with the infinity sign at the front. The infinity sign was studded with real diamonds! It was beautiful! It must have been very expensive. I place the ring on my finger.

I make my way down to Starbucks for my shift. As I walk in a pair of arms drag me all the way into the kitchen and shuts the door.
Of course, it's Becca. I look at her confused. And she lets out the loudest short scream (more like screech) making my ears hurt. Eventually I snapped back and look at her crazily. "Whats wrong with you?" I sternly said.

"Whats wrong with me? Whats wrong with me is that flipping Michael Jackson LOVES Starbucks and he's flipping coming here today very soon! Did I forget to mention flipping Michael Jackson is coming to our shop!?!" She screams a whisper.
She calmed down now, but now I am pretty shocked! Michael Jackson wants to come to our shop? Woah. It is my shift as well!

"Woah..." I muttered to her.

"I know right!"

"It is my shift too! And what if he chooses to sit opposite the cashier bar! You know, like the the tall chairs! Thats where I stand!"

"Oh my gosh girl that so true, act casual and be really friendly..."

"What time does he get here?"

"In like 10 minutes!"

"Ok cool, you can say hi but you still have to get back to the kitchen to make the drinks."

I wonder if I should ask him if he remembers me from the crowd, highly unlikely but whatever.
I straighten out my outfit (in cover photo), and push my boobs up a bit. What!? It's Michael Jackson, I have to look good duh. I don't have to wear an apron because I am at the cashier, I just clip on my badge.
I tell the three customers already here that he will be visiting and they can't freak out or harass him.
I go back behind the bar and wait for his arrival. Im so happy I chose a nice outfit today, not too much makeup.

Whilst I am looking down at the cashier, I had not noticed that Michael Jackson walked in. Without being mobbed or fan crowding him he managed to get here safely. I look up a bit shocked to see him.
Omg! He sat opposite me on the bar!
"She's even more beautiful in person..." he mumbled. I didn't quite hear all of what he said though.
I smiled and he smiled back.

"Hello Allison" he said.
"How do you know my name?"
He stuttered for a bit but then pointed at my badge.
"Oh! Hello Michael!"
"How do you know my name?" he said back making me giggle.
"What can I get you?" I asked. Becca walked out to see him.
"Hey Michael!"
"Hehe hey" he said back.
"Well?" I questioned him.
"Oh yeah um, a cookie dough frappe please!" He said.
"Coming right up!" Becca yelled from the kitchen.
We both giggled.
"Can you take your sunglasses off please?" He asked.
"Um..sure?" I took them off.
"That's better, now I can see your beautiful eyes" he said making me blush.
"Thanks" I said shyly. Becca handed me the frappe and started making more for other customers. She was kept busy there.

"Whats your name?" I said sarcastically.
"Peter pan" he smiled.
"What? I uh was gonna right Michael Jackson..."
"Nope I am Peter pan" he said.
"You know, thats really funny, I have a friend called Peter pan and.." He started coughing like he wanted me to stop talking about it. Odd...
"Peter pan is what I like to call myself because we are very similar" he smiled.
"Uh okay then!" I started writing Peter Pan on his frappe and handed it to him. He nodded as to say thanks.

"Do you, uh, this is stupid but do you remember me? From the crowd yesterday?"

"Yes, of course, I could never forget a face like yours..." He started eyeing me up and down and his eyes landed on my boobs. They stayed there for quite a while. "Uh Michael?"
"Yeah?"
"My face is up here" I giggled.
He blushed hard.
"Sorry" he said.
"It's all good" I laughed.
"You know it's odd, you don't freak out like other people."
"Yeah I guess, I'm not a crazed fan, I like you as a person. Through your songs I learned a lot from you. And I do not believe that tabloid junk, they are cruel. I love how you want to heal the world! And I love how you love children, and visit them, I love children too, but I never get the chance to go to a hospital."

"Thats awfully kind of you Allison, I like you very much, you a different from the others. And I adore children a lot."

"Thats sweet. You know, when my parents died, your music got me through those hard times."

"I'm ever so sorry for your loss. I did? It has been an honour to help you then! Whats your favourite song?"

"Oh wow thats a hard one, I love them all! But if I had to choose one it would be Man in the Mirror, and this one is quite embarrassing to say but, Superfly Sister hehe..." I said.
Superfly Sister was such a dirty song, kinda turned me on a bit. Here are some of those lyrics:

Hurt the sheets
Move to the left
He wanna hot scrub
Hot love
Making it wet

See! Dirty!
He blushed hard!
"Thanks, uh I don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote Superfly Sister, maybe a little too happy then..." He stuttered.

I giggled, "It's a great song though and I really love it!"

"You do?"

"Oh hell yeah.." I winked. He laughed.
I carried on saying, "I adore the song Lady in my Life, it's very soothing, I'd love to hear you sing it!"

"Oh I don't know, how would you feel about visiting Neverland Ranch?" He stuttered.

"Oh my, I would love to! Please think of me as a normal person, as I like to think of you as that too" I smiled.

"Great! I will leave you my phone number, have you got a pen and paper?"

I hand him a pen and 2 papers, "Can you sign an autograph for the shop too please?"

"Haha of course!" And he did so.

He handed me a $100 bill for his frappe, "Keep the change" he said.

"But Michael this is $100!"

"Don't worry about it, its an offering for your excellent service!"

"Ok thank you! I'll text you tonight?"

"Um yeah sounds cool, just know that I'm sorry" he said looking down, unexcited.
And with that he left the shop. What did he mean he was sorry? What for? I will have to find out later...

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Hey guys!,
Why would Michael Jackson be sorry huh? What is he hiding? Can you believe they want to be friends! Find out in the next chapter! Love you moonwalkerss xx ❤️