No Feeling: Chapter 1 (Please read and comment ^_^)  
      
      Iris's hands balled into fists. Forced tears rolled down her cheeks. She swallowed hard and was ready to face the one person who had taken dancing away from her forever. 
     "Miss. Virgin? Someone's here to visit you." The nurse— who had been oh so sweet to Iris— smiled brightly. Iris merely nodded and motioned for the person to come in. 
      "Iris Virgin," The child-like voice grew stronger as the person walked into the hospital room gracefully. He was wearing nothing but black, but it suited him well. His face was covered though with a thick colored purple Fedora. He removed it and clutched it to his chest. His tannish skin was perfect.  
      "Michael J-Jackson...?" Iris blinked. Here she was about to take a inhumanely large bite out of some person's head and it was... Her idol. 
       "I am truly sorry for running over you like that. My driver was a bit on egde due to the large crowd of fans swarming the stadium," He smiled cutely, but looked away ashamed. "I have been told you liked to dance." 
      "Yes, I do.But, unfortunately, I lost my legs." Iris said, a bit too sharply. 
       "R-right..." Michael looked down and chewed his nails viciously. 
       "Please stop chewing your nails, Mr. Jackson. Y'know it isn't healthy." The nurse commented. 
       "Oh, sorry," He blushed pink and awkwardly rubbed his arm. "Listen, Iris... I came here to make it up to you. I'm willing to put anything on hold just to spend time with yo—" 
        Iris scoffed. "Y'know... I idolized you. I loved you like no other fan had ever did before. I copied your moves into some of mine. And now? I can't even walk. So, why would I even consider seeing you everyday just to remind me that I can no longer dance?"
      "Im trying to be considerate, Iris." Michael's sweet tone turned a little cold. 
      "How about you consider leaving?" Iris remarked. She gave him a small glare. Her idolism was now perished into thin dust.
      Michael's jaw locked. Nor had he ever met someone so stubborn. He turned to the nurse. "Please due call me if she changes her mind." 
      "Ha! Like that'll happen..." Iris gave the king of pop a disgusted look. "Now scurry off, will ya'?" 
       "Actually," Michael smirked and sat in a seat next to Iris's bed. "I think I'll be staying." He was consistant to get this girl to like him whether it meant coming every day of every week.    
        
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Mmk, this is just an attempt to write my first chapter of a MJ fanfiction. ^^; Please comment. I may or may not continue this if it isn't well-liked.