You woke up to an alarm going off. You didn't poke your head out from under the covers but you kept trying to turn the thing off by hitting it. You even unplugged the darn thing and it didn't stop.

You raised up out of the bed to see Michael standing there still doing sound effects like an alarm. You lightly punched his arm, making him stop.

"Ow...." he pouted, "Well looks like somebody slept on the wrong side of the bed last night."

You threw a pillow at him receiving a glare in return, "You shouldn't have done that," he grabbed the same pillow and jumped on the bed.

You grabbed another pillow and rolled to the other side of the bed, standing up on it. You both started jumping on the bed while having a pillow fight. You were laughing so hard that you both could barely breath, your side was starting to hurt from all the laughing.

You tripped Michael and he fell onto the bed, he grabbed your ankle in response and pulled; causing you to land on top of him.

You laughed while staring each other in the eyes, he lifted his hand up and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"I'm so glad that you got into that time machine. I would've never met you, my best friend," he smiled at you. An emotion that you couldn't seem to pinpoint flashed across his eyes as they flickered from your eyes to your lips.

"Mic-" he silenced you by pressing his lips against yours quickly then pulling away. He was blushing madly; you raised up off of him and sighed. Your head was swimming in a daze, but you were still worried about what this might mean for the future.

"I promise that was it, I won't do anything more. I just wanted to kiss you," he confessed, brining those puppy eyes back.

You sighed again, looking at him with a small smile, "OK, but just this once while I'm here k?"

He nodded smiling, he took your hand in his and kissed it lightly. Suddenly a strong pain ran through your body, you winced but couldn't speak because it hurt too much.

"Y/N! What's wrong!? Y/N?!" Michael grabbed you and held you tightly as your hands started to disappear. Suddenly, pitch black darkness.

When you disappeared Michael stared at his empty arms in disbelief, as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

He was gone, the daylight was gone, all sound except for your breathing was gone.

Then in a flash you were thrown into a tree, getting the air knocked out of you in the process. You lifted yourself slowly, groaning from the aching in your body.

"Where the heck am I now?" You asked aloud, "This doesn't look like 1982."

You saw some news reporters at the gate of the property you were on and listened in on what one of them was saying to the camera in front of them.

"Here we are on a warm and sunny day, here at the gates of Michael Jackson's Neverland Valley Ranch, hoping to get a glance of him as he welcomes children from cancer hospitals into his property for a play day. The singer has just got back from finishing his tour for his latest album Dangerous. Hopefully we will see him and his wife Lisa Marie here momentarily," they announced.

"Oh my goodness. I'm in the 90's now? And He's married to Lisa now.." You drawled, your sadness growing even deeper.