Chapter Six

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February 10, 1990

JACKSON AND PRINCE: LIVING TOGETHER?

THE GLOVED ONE CONFIRMS THAT HE AND THE PURPLE ONE WILL BE WITH ONE ANOTHER FOR MONTHS.

THE "RIVALRY" BETWEEN TWO ARTISTS: FOR SHOW OR FOR REAL?

THE FUED BETWEEN PRINCE AND MJ IS APPARENTLY FINISHED AS THE POP STAR SHEDS LIGHT ON "PLAN."


Everything was crazy and going upside-down in just two measly days. Ever since Michael's announcement, Xendrea wouldn't leave Prince alone about it, his phone would be blowing up nonstop, and everyone thought he was out of his mind. He and Xendrea were in his livingroom as he was trying to explain everything and calm her down.


      "Do you not see these damned headlines and tabloids, Sir?" she asked as he crossed one of his legs over the other. He steepled his hands in his lap. "And you're just okay with this?" she asked, folding the newspaper into a neat rectangular shape, then slapped it on the coffee table.


      "Yes, I do. But this is just for the both of us, because unlike me, he actually cares what people think of him. He wants all the bullshit-rumors to stop, so this is what he and Dan came up with." Xendrea responded to him with a puzzled look.


      "Who in the world is 'Dan?'" she asked in mock. He rolled his eyes.


      "His publicist, X," he stressed. "And that's why I have you as my assistant as well as a publicist; I can't handle too many people in this one house...even if it is huge," he mumbled. Xendrea looked at him, then his hand. It was shaking and looked like it was tingling. She smirked, deciding to irk him.


     "Nervous, Sir?" she asked. He narrowed his eyes to slits because he knew what she was getting at. 


      "Oh, please," he scoffed. "If I'm nervous, then my name is Earl," he bluffed, but knew he was a bit uneasy. She arched her eyebrow up.


      "And that says what?" she asked, quoting a certain Christopher Tracy.


      "What?" he asked as he wasn't fully catching on. She chuckled at his naive nature.


      "Let's face it, Prince, and pardon my French, but you seem scared shitless that you actually have to live with a stranger." She crossed her arms over her well-equipped breasts. Michael was no stranger; he was just someone that Prince had never been with or has ever known on a personal level.


      Okay, maybe he was a stranger. But not in a sense.

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