let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

las vegas

                              August 15th, 2002

Ariana

"This is your suite...What do you two like about Las Vegas?"

"Um...I like the entertainment." Michael replies.

"The entertainment?" Martin repeats. "Yeah...it's a fun place to visit!" My husband affirms.

"I like that there's so much to do, you can never get bored here."

Martin nods in understanding. "There is indeed lots to do here."

We continue walking throughout our suite and we stumble upon 2 motorized wheelchairs, I hide my face out of embarrassment with a smile uncontrollably peeking on my face. If the world doesn't think we're already strange enough, this will definitely change that. "What's this?" Martin query's.

"Oh, we...uh...well, me because Ariana is a scaredy-cat...when I'm bored I...I ride in the hallways of the hotel on these, I just cruise right through the hallways late at night sometimes." Martin looks at the both of us astonished. "You are joking?"

"No, I'm serious." Michael answers sincerely. Martin glances at me. "Hey, he got one for me without even asking if I wanted one." I shrug playfully. He laughs, vividly amused.

Once Martin has seen the entire hotel room, he sits us down on the couch and we start to get hit by questions again. The first one specifically being for Michael, he asked what were hotel rooms like growing up with all the Jackson brothers and if there was ever any skeptical behavior.

"I had to share bedrooms with one of my brothers on the tours and... uh...there was some action going on in my room every night. I could hear it. And I used to...my job was to play sleep. And...and I was told by one of my brothers 'No matter what don't get up, don't open your eyes!' I go "I won't I promise I won't. And so I would hear these girls come in and I would hear them say...'Is that little Michael?' and my brother would say 'Yeah' and they would go 'Oh, he's so cute!' like that and I heard everything...and then I would hear..."

"What did you hear?" Michael has an awkward grin on his face. "With the girls?"

"You heard them having sex?" Martin questions wide eyed. "Yeah." Michael states. "In the same bedroom as you?" Martin is even more shocked than before. "Uh...Let me see...um...sometimes and sometimes not...yeah."

"So on some occasions, you're lying down pre...pretending to be asleep and your brother is having sex with someone in the same room?"

"Uh huh..." Michael clarifies once again.

This whole conversation makes me cringe uncomfortably. I can't even imagine a little Michael pretending to be asleep just so his brothers could get some, it makes me queasy just thinking about it. Martin changes the topic before I can become even more sick, thank god.

"Were either of you in many relationships during adolescence?"

Michael nods at me to answer first so I do. "No, not really. Any boy who even liked me in the slightest was always pushed away because the only person I wanted to be with was Michael." Michael laughs shyly. "I know it sounds so pathetic but I really did love him that much."

"Was there ever a point where you thought that maybe it was time to get over him?"

"Oh, plenty. Any time he'd disappoint me, I'd promise myself that I would stop liking him. Those promises were clearly broke." I joke, gesturing to the both of us.

Michael then starts to speak about his first girlfriend which was Tatum O'Neal. All those years ago, I didn't even know Michael was in a relationship with her since they kept it so private and pg. Even more private than him and Diana. He talks about how he wasn't quite ready for the things that Tatum wanted to do with him, even telling a story about him freezing up when she tried making a move on him.