one-night stand: 1.
informal
a sexual relationship lasting only one night.
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Michael Jackson is a nice & sweet man, right? I guess you could say that if you define nice & sweet as fucking one girl & moving on to the next without giving a love...
"Michael!! Skylar!! Over here!!" People were yelling from everywhere as we got off the plane. We were in New York baby!! The Grammy's were tomorrow night, but Michael wanted to get here early so we could go sightseeing since I had never been. I had never even been on a plane, and I thought it would be terrible after what Michael told me on our date a couple of weeks ago, but it really wasn't that bad. He was just being extra, as usual.
Michael gripped my hand tight as we made our way through the crowd of people towards the limo waiting for us. We moved quickly. This was the first time since we had announced it that I had been out with Michael, or out period really, and also the first time being spotted by paparazzi. Michael was right, this shit is horrible.
Thank God we quickly made it to the limo. I got in & Michael got in after me before closing the door & we pulled off. People were knocking on the windows & still yelling.
"You okay?" Michael asked & I looked over at him.
"How do you do this shit?" He chuckled.
"I don't know. I've been doing this for like 20 years now, so I'm kind of used to it."
"This definitely doesn't seem like something to get used to," I said as I looked back out the window. We had finally gotten away from all the noise & we were currently on our way to our hotel, which he said was about an hour away from here. That was nothing, compared to how long it took to take trips to & from Neverland.
We were staying at the Plaza Hotel & from what I heard it costs a lot, but I can't tell this man how to spend his money.
"So what are we eating?" I asked looking over at Michael. He facepalmed.
"All you do is think about food."
"I'm eating for three, what do you expect?"
"You'll eat somebody out of house & home though." I stuck my middle finger up as he laughed. I turned back towards the window. "Awww are you mad?" I ignored him. "Crybaby. I'm going to feed your fat ass when we get to the hotel." I smiled turning towards him.
"Thank youuu." He chuckled.
"Something is seriously wrong with you."
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