MS. PRISSY MARISSY

The Interview

MICHAEL P.O.V.
I woke up and trudged to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I glanced in the mirror and I looked absolutely terrible. My eyes were red and puffy and my small nose was red, which was noticeable amongst my extremely light skin. I decided I wasn't gonna go to the studio today. 'I'm not leaving my room today.' I thought to myself. I sat up in my bed and turned on the tv. 

They were interviewing Lisa. She looked as beautiful as ever, her brown hair straightened and her make-up done to perfection. "How do you feel about your husband, Mr.Michael Jackson?" "Ex-husband, "she corrected. The brown eyes that had once stared into mine with what I thought was love and adoration, now twinkled with excitement. The spotlight was now on her for the first time. She wasn't Michael Jackson's wife or known as Elvis Presley's daughter. This was Lisa Marie Presley and the spotlight now burned down on her. "But you two were extremely happy in the last picture I saw." "We....ended everything yesterday. We realized it just....it wouldn't work." She said, faking a sniffle. Like she was as heartbroken as I was, sitting here, right here and now looking at the women who stomped on my heart with her pointy little heels. The lady turned to the camera and said,"You heard it here first folks. Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley have split!" 

I choked out a sob at how excited she seemed with the news. "Now Lisa, the question remains. How do you feel about your ex-husband, Michael Jackson?" Lisa took a deep breath. "Well, to be honest, I don't know how I came to the conclusion but......I don't love Michael anymore. I used to be head over heels for him but now, it's just not the same." I began to cry into my hands. "But there is one thing I absolutely loved about him, and that I still love about him, "she continued and I looked up. She winked at the interviewer. "You guys like his public performance, but I liked his private performance. He's an angel in the sheets." The interviewer laughed. I cried harder than I thought possible.

LISA P.O.V.
"You guys like his public performance, but I like his private performance. He'san angel in the sheets." The interviewer laughed. One of my security guards stomped on stage. "That is ridiculous Lisa! Michael loved....loves you. The smile he gave you was unlike the one he gave anyone else! Can't you see that? He's probably at home right now crying because of that. He thought you loved him and he wanted to return your love. The only thing he was blind to is the fact that you're a slut and you don't deserve a wonderful man like him! I'm glad you guys are apart so that someone who really loves him can have a chance with him! Unlike a bitch like you who's unable to feel emotion or understand how you can affect other people." She turned to leave then muttered,"I quit." I sat there, stunned. 'How dare she?!' " Ms.Presley, who on Earth was that?" "That was one of my security guards, Kendra Banks. She overreacted a bit, didn't she?" I said, using all my willpower to keep a bright smile on my face. "Well," she said facing the camera,"that's all we have time for....goodnight everyone!"
MICHAEL P.O.V.
I sat there with my mouth hanging open. That guard quit her job for me?! And she stood up for me? I've seen her around before because she's one of Lisa's favorites to have around. 'Kendra.....that's her name'
KENDRA P.O.V.
I walked briskly out the studio and down the sidewalk. I hailed a cab and told him to take me to my apartment building. As soon as I walked into my house, I flopped onto the couch and turned on the tv. The news came on and I watched for a bit, a replay of what happened flashed across the screen. The press called me 'Michael Jackson's Guardian'. I snorted. There was a small tap on the door. I looked out the peephole to see Michael, his hair in a bun and from his nose down hidden by  his signature facial mask.