Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston: The king of pop and The voice

Michael Jackson is dead

Whitney pov
The president has been helping us. I cut the tv on. "The king of pop is dead at the age of 51." The news reporter said. I had just said goodbye. It hurts. My mom came in. The kids all crying. I was lying on the bed. Waiting for his last phone call. He couldn't tell me where he was. The youngest were playing. I was packing. "Mom?" Bobbi Kristina said. I hugged her. "Yes?" I said. "He re-really gone?" She said crying. I nodded. She cried. "I miss him."she said. All the kid except the twins came in. "We keep telling ourselves he's on tour and he will com back." They said. I nodded and hugged them. "He really gone." I said in tears. I wish he was here. I can't breath until I know he is okay. "Can we stop wearing the mask?" They ask. "I will think about it." I said. He nodded. The phone ring. "I told them to go and check on their grandmother. They went. One of the twin ran in the room. "Hello?" I said. "I made. All I have is five mins." He said. "The kids want to stop wearing the mask." I said. "I don't want that Nippy." He said. "Yea but mike they will have to be:" I said. "I know." He said. "We agreed." I said. He took a deep breath. "Daddy?" I heard a little voice. It was Jessica. "Who is it?" He said. "Jessica." I said. "Daddy is gone." I said. She started to cry and ran. "Hello?" I said. "That was harsh Nippy." He said. "They have to believe it." I said my voice crack. "Nippy I'm not really gone so why are you." I cut him off. "Because this is hard." I said. He signed. "I know." He said. "I miss you." I said. "I miss you too. Nippy let the kids go out without the mask but warned them." He said. "I will." I said. "I love you nip." He said. I told him I loved him. He hug up the phone. The media kept calling. I snapped. The media is talking so highly of them. I threw the phone at the tv. "It's your fault! You guy killed him or tried to. You hated him. Your word killed. You condemn him. You got what you wanted!" I yelled. My mom came in. "Nippy calm down!" She yelled. "I can't!" I said. She rubbed my back. The kids look at me. "He gone! He gone!" I said. She nodded but didn't know. I won't see mike for a whole year no telephone or nothing. It would actually be like he past away. I told them I won't go to the televised funeral just the one for Michael Jackson. I won't perform it just too hard. I have this album coming out and now I have to deal with being a widow. I felt sick. I threw up.

I decided to come to the funeral but sit besides the kids. I walk out with the kids. I prepared them for this day. I told them how they act and they treat Michael and I. Mj was holding Jessica and I was holding Johnathan. I told the kids to stay close to me and security team. They nodded. Latoya, Katherine, my mother and everyone was their. As soon as we came out. The fans and paparazzi went crazy. "Bobbi Kristina, MJ, Blacket, Nicole, Paris, Jessica, Johnathan. Look this way. Whitney!" They said. I know I look like hell but I didn't care. My husband is gone. Somewhere. I pray God is protecting him:

Michael pov
Im hiding in plan site I'm using a more deeper voice. I don't we're wigs or anything. I'm in plan site. The only thing is that I am in Florida. People think I am a therapist: I can't be anything I want to be. A new life. With out my anything of the past. I would be lying if I said I said I didn't missy wife. I moving to New York. So can see her perform in 3 months. I hope she will be happy to see me. I have to make a stop and go see the place which I left. The place that I came to resent. My home my safe haven. My Neverland.
1 month later
Whitney pov
It been tuff. I have got to and Katherine watching this kids. I been working on the album.  I can't sleep. I felt sick. I decided to go to a place I have been missing. The one where I spent the most time with Michael. Neverland. I went and walk. The workers were gone for the day. I thought this is strange. I walk in the house. Everything was uncovered. "Hello?" I said.  I said walking around. I heard the shower running. I grab a knife. I open the bathroom door. Whoever it had must be a Michael impersonator. We had a long month of people lying in mike's and I bed. Some have done very terrible and inappropriate things. I sleep in a different room. I came back here to just feel closer but now someone is taking a showers. I open the shower door. "Who in the hell do you?" I cut my self off. When the person turn around. I dropped the knife. "Michael?" I said. He nodded. I kissed him. "God what are you doing here."I said. What better place in hiding out."he said wrapping his arms around me. "Michael you got me wet." I said. "Well come and join me." He said taking off my jacket. I bit my lip.

I woke up to laying beside the man I love. He was messing with hair. "How the kids?" He ask. "Missing you. They take self defense but they missed you. They want you back. Prince he is trying to shoot videos. Paris and Nicole are taking up acting. Bobbi Kris is krissy. She misses you. Blanket misses you. He dances. The twins girls have you all over their wall. Then Jessica and Johnathan ever time they see your photo or hear your name they yell daddy. They miss you and I missed you." I said looking at him. He took gulp. "I know but this is the only way." He said kissing me. "I miss you guys too. How's mom?" He ask. "She's okay considering. I hate I'm lying to them."I said. He nodded. "Yea but it's kinda like when we were dating." He said. I chuckled. "More like hiding. Goodness I remember." I said. "You would call tell me your coming over and I would hide." He said laughing. "Yes, you be hiding and jump out at the most weirdest moment. Only to." He cut me. "Kiss you, touch you, talk or make love to you." He said kissing my lips. "Mhm see this is how we got kids." I said. He smiled.