Chapter 12

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I sat there doodling in the guest room while Michael was at the studio with Quincy working on some music.

Now, just because I majored in fashion doesn't mean I don't know how to draw some good architectural designs. I made a drawing of the land we saw and I doodled an area with a Ferris Wheel, then a Merry-Go-Round . I drew a whole ' circus-like' area and I became infatuated with the designs. I stayed up that night drawing every detail. I made a theater, a train. And I needed a gate with the name of the ranch . It needed to be memorable. It needed to be spectacular.

Then I thought. We were two 20 year olds that wanted to be kids. We wanted to be young forever. We were like Peter Pan and Wendy. This could be our Neverland. Neverland Ranch.

Michael's POV

I sat there working on that song. Billie Jean. I had to finish it. I wanted it to come out as a single. Eddie Van Halen and I also finished a song called Beat It. I wanted them both out as singles. I feel that they will be hits. Big hits. I just need to finish that song with Rod. That'll be the name of the album. I can feel it.

" Quincy- Quincy. I got it." I said shaking Quincy from his short nap.

" Wha-what Michael? I told you the song is perfect already. " He said rubbing his eyes.

" No. No but I thought we could add some ' she said he is my son!' Right there with a higher synchronized sound . Now I think it's alright." I said putting my finger on my lower lip.

" Michael. It's a masterpiece. Beat It and this will be on the charts. I love it. You did great kid." He said patting my back.

" Well I'd like to think so." I say still worrying about the perfection of my songs.

" I think we both need some sleep, kid. Rod wants to see ya tomorrow about that song tomorrow. We will get these on some discs and get these out to the world!" Quincy said putting his arm around me as we walked out of the studio.

I got back to my house and it was around 6 am. I had been at the studio since 6 last night. I walked to the guest room to see Jane with her head lying on her desk on top of papers. I lifted her up and carried her over to her bed. I tucked her in giving her a kiss on her forehead. I noticed that one of the papers dropped and I went over and picked it up. It was a drawing. It was a drawing of a sigh that said ' Neverland Ranch' . It had a theater, rides, game room, flowers, statues of characters. It was magnificent. I set the paper down gently and I slid out of the room.

Jane's POV

I woke up at around 11 in my bed. I yawned as I slumped out of my room to breakfast. My hair was in a messy bun and I had some pajama pants and a tank top that showed a little of my belly. Katherine was in Bermuda with Latoya , Janet, and Rebbie for a mother and daughters trip. I thought Michael was still at work so I didn't care really.

I walked to the fridge taking out the orange juice and some pre-made pancake mix. Then I heard footsteps and saw , high cut pants with white socks and loafers under the door of the fridge. I shook my head as I shut it.

" I knew it was you." I said pouring myself a glass of orange juice.

" Really? How'd you know?" He said smiling.

" Your feet are really easy to recognize."

" Hm. I don't think so." He said laughing.

" I do."

" Hehe. How'd you sleep?" He asked .

" Alright. I just get tired sometimes..."

" Well don't we all right before we go to bed?" He said sarcastically .

" Of course smart alec. I mean I just get tired of..."

" Tired of..?" He said tilting his head down.

" Sleeping alone. I just don't like being alone at night." I said playing with the orange juice cap. I felt like I scared him. His faced turned bright red .

" Oh...well. Uhm." He said rubbing the back of his head.

" Michael I don't plan on doing any of that stuff to you, I promise." I said walking over to him grabbing his hands.

" Stuff? What stuff? I'm fine." He said looking away.

" Michael..." I said tilting his head toward me." Please. I promise. Ok? "

He nodded and I gave him a big hug. " I love you."

I muffled in the hug.

" I love you more."

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