The bus shutters to a stop and shakes Angelina awake from her nap.

Her eyes opened to a whole new world. Like a kid, she got on her knees on the seat and slammed her face on the bus window.

There were buildings of all types crowded together right next to the busy streets with all types of cars; old, new, blue, yellow, red and black. Lights and sound sprinkled the town; Babies crying, cars honking, workers working on construction, and people talking in the streets. This is nothing like where she was imprisoned. Now she could be free here.

She noticed people getting off the bus and she joins the line.

Angelina saw the familiar brown Afro above the person in front of her. And oh was that person complaining about how big that man's Afro was.

"I just want to cut that big ugly thing myself." The lady murmured.

Angelina didn't know if the man just didn't hear, or if he was ignoring the lady, but she suddenly felt the urge to protect the Afro man. No one should say such mean things to anyone no matter how ugly they are. Not that the afro man is ugly. Angelina quickly added to her thought. She took her backpack off and hit it purposely hard on the lady's shin.

"What the!" The lady yelled sharply.

Everyone turned back to stare at the scene Angelina created.

"I'm sorry, my backpack is just extremely heavy and when I was trying to get it off my back, I lost control of it." She lied innocently.

Wow she was getting better at this.

"Whatever, stupid Latina. Just make sure to be careful with that. What's in it anyway? A body?" The lady asked chuckling at her own joke.

Angelina had to hold back an eye roll. There will be if you don't shut up she thought. She spotted the Afro man's brown eyes on her and she stared back at him.

He sort of smiled. She couldn't really tell because his beard covered up much of his face. But she gave him a small smile and looked down, afraid her face was showing her emotions again.

Angelina made her way off the bus and saw it was now sunset. It was getting late. Angelina felt a warm hand grab her bare arm; it made a shiver go down her spine. The word "Rape" raced across her mind in urgent letters. She ripped away the person's grip without looking at their face and she ran off as fast as her feet could take her.

Her hair slapped against her face as she ran with the bag on her back. She stopped until she couldn't see the old bus and let out a sigh.

A car honked at her making her almost jump out of her sneakers. She quickly got out of the street she was standing in and took a seat on the curb of the concrete ground to catch her breath.

"Gosh, almost raped and almost getting rolled over in one day." She said to herself.

Wow, maybe being on her own would be harder then she thought. She took her water bottle out her bag and drunk a good 3 quarters.

She would need more soon. But first she needed shelter... a cheap hotel would be just fine. Angelina hopped up on her feet and started peering at the many buildings searching for a possible hotel nearby. It wasn't long until she spotted one. The yellow building looked pretty shabby with its chipped paint, but it would have to do, I mean all her life, she has had only 1st class and luxury. This would be a great change for her. She took a deep breath and walked in with a smile.

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Angelina dropped her SouthFace bag by the small brown desk that had been placed by her bed and hopped on her neatly made bed feeling exhausted from all the running she did today. She probably burned over 1000 calories. The room was painted white, the floor was dark wood, and the room smelled fresh like soap. This wasn't that bad for 89 bucks a week.

Angelina got out her bag and counted how much money left she had for the week. She counted it up to $111 bucks. She cringed and figured she counted wrong so counted again. Still $111.

"How is this supposed to last me the week?" She whined letting her head hang over the bed.

Her stomach grumbled and she sat up realizing how hungry she really was. She hadn't eaten lunch or dinner. Well if a bag of potato chips and a Breakfast Bar counted as lunch. While finding a hotel to stay at, she did see some nice restaurants. She took 25 bucks out of the cash and took off.

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"Ugh, I haven't had McRonalds since I was... 11." Angelina sighed to herself as she stuffed another fry in her mouth.

She was in heaven. Her father wouldn't allow her to eat fast food because of how unhealthy it was (even though he would sell diabetes in a bottle), and because she was so hungry, it made everything taste tastier.

The cashier and her coworkers stared at Angelina in amazement as she ordered her 3rd burger. The place was empty, so no one else could see her drowning herself in calories. Goodbye skinny figure she thought as she took her last bite of the burger. She washed it all down with a glass of water and thanked the employees for her dinner. This should hold her for the rest of the month. She then proceeded to walk out the glass door but she stopped straight in her tracks when her stomach went lopsided in her stomach and rumbled with pain.

"Can I use your bathroom?" She asked embarrassed.

They nodded like they understood. She walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open. To her surprise someone else was inside. She didn't notice anyone walking in to use the bathroom, maybe she was too busy eating her dinner to notice. It was a boy, and don't worry, his pants were very much on. There he stood picking his Afro out in the mirror. His familiar brown eyes widened in the mirror and he turned around quickly to stare at her, dropping his comb to the floor. Her eyes flew from him, to the long bushy hair that hung on the sink.

She blinked to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. But there she still saw, stood Michael freaking Jackson in a fast food bathroom. She opened her mouth to scream but his finger flew to his lip. She suddenly didn't have to use the bathroom anymore.

"Shh." He said quietly.

Her mouth closed and she didn't move a muscle obeying him.

"I can explain." He whispered.

She nodded still in shock.

"Come in and close the door behind you." He whispered.

She closed the door stiffly and walked a little closer to him.

She finally found her voice.

"Are you real?"

He smiled like she just told him a joke.

"I'm pretty sure."

She scooted an inch closer to him and put her finger out to touch him slowly. She stood like a child afraid to pet a big dog.

He sighed with a smile wrapping his brown hand around her finger and placed it on his own chest. His hand felt warm on hers and her thoughts suddenly went blank.

She let out a small squeal and pulled her hand away.

"How did the interview go?" He asked her.

She was confused, what interview? He must have read her expression so he took the bushy piece of hair that laid on the sink and put it on his face.

"'Good thing my lap saved your chin.'" He quoted himself.

"Y-y-your Afro guy?" She asked surprised.

She could see that his eyes looked exactly the same as the man's on the bus. With the same long eyelashes and the way he stared at her, like he was in a distant world.

"Afro guy? Is that the name you came up for me?" He laughed taking off the beard.

She blushed embarrassed. Her huge mouth is always getting her into something.

"So.... how was the interview?" he asked again shoving his hands in his pants pocket.

"Um great I guess." She lied.

How could he not have as much questions as she had racing through her mind?! Why did he disguise himself? Why was Michael Jackson in a freaking public bathroom? Were his brothers here? Why didn't he travel with them? Wasn't he supposed to be on tour right now?

"Wh-"

A bang from outside the door interrupted her question. They both froze. At first she thought it was someone trying to come in, but the bang was distant. Then come voices.

"Excuse me mam?" A loud voice said clearly, but distantly.

"Good evening officer, would you like anything?" The voice she recognized as the cashier lady's replied.

"I was just wondering if you have seen this teen anywhere around." There was shuffling and then silence.

Oh no, the police were looking for her. The butler told her father and now she was gonna be forced back home to face her father's wrath and make things worse.

"They're here for me." The two whispered at the same time.

Angelina looked at Michael confused and surprised and he gave her the same look. Why would the police be looking for him? Unless...

"You ran away!" She gasped in a whisper.

"So did you!" He whispered defensively.

Michael Jackson was running away, but why? He had the perfect life. Fame, fortune, and family.

"That's not fair; I'm not the celebrity with the perfect life." She whispered.

Michael started to pace with his hand on his mouth ignoring her. It was exciting to see a celebrity in the flesh act so... normal.

"That's Michael Jackson! No, I haven't seen him. Should I have? Is he around?" The cashier giggled.

Angelina and Michael sighed with relief.

"Well, have you seen this young lady?" The officer asked with more ruffling of paper.

Angelina tensed up.

"Yeah, but she just left. Or did she..." The confused cashier started to wonder.

She had been in here so long, maybe the lady had forgotten. Well, she better leave before the lady does remember.

She glanced up at Michael and he looked back at her with his face scrunched up in thought.

"I think I have a plan to get us out of here." He whispered.

OH MY GOSH so exciting. Imagine finding Michael Jackson combing his hair out in a fast food restaurant? And has Michael ever heard of locks? xD What are the odds? What do you think Michael's big plan is? And sorry, I know I told you I would stop boring you with these long chapters, but I just had so much to put in here. Its best to just pray that I find a way to shorten things up. Please vote, comment, and share if you enjoyed this. I would really like your opinion on this <3