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♡The Article|Part Three♡

It had been about two weeks since Michael had invited you to stay at Neverland, and things had been amazing. The people were friendly, and his children loved you.

Paris and Prince loved spending time with you, and so did Michael.

During the two weeks that you had been at Neverland, you learned so many new things about Michael. Not only was he gentle and smart, he was competitive, and ambitious. He believed in cultivating his talent, so that he could be the best at what he did.

During the two weeks, you had also managed to meet his manager, Frank, and his sister, Janet.

Michael's sister had taken an instant liking to you, but Frank was quite wary.

Nevertheless, you were enjoying your time at Neverland, and you were sad that it would all be over in a week.

"Right," you stared at your reflection in the mirror. At present moment, you were getting ready to spend the day with Michael, and his kids, at the mall.

Once you were satisified with your appearance, you walked over to grab your bag - which was laying on the bed. Suddenly, someone knocked - making you frown slightly.

"Excuse me? Miss (Y/N)?" a male voice spoke.

"Come in," you responded.

The door opened to reveal Frank. He had a serious look painted on his face, and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his pants.

"Oh," you flashed him a small smile. "Hi,"

"Miss (Y/LN)-"

"Oh please," you interrupted him. "Call me (Y/N). I've been trying to get everyone to do that, lately," you chuckled.

Frank studied you for a moment before nodding.

"Very well, (Y/N)," he smiled a little. "Michael has asked me to inform you that the kids will not be coming along. It will just be the two of you,"

"Oh...can I ask why?"

"Yes, but it's better if you don't," he remarked, making you wince a little.

Ouch.

"Michael is waiting for you downstairs," he turned to walk away. "Good luck,"

Well, I'm going to need all the luck that I can get.

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The ride to the mall was rather quiet. Michael fiddled with his fingers the whole time, and you would often catch him staring at you. A part of you wondered if you had done something wrong, but the other part of you wanted to dismiss the idea.

You had grown quite fond of Michael, and you had to admit that you had a tiny crush on him - but you were going to keep your mouth shut. Emotions weren't a part of the deal, so you were going to shove them out of your mind.

As the vehicle came to a stop outside of a lavish mall, Michael looked at you.

"Take my hand," he held his hand out. "Things will get crazy," he chuckled a little.

With bright eyes, you took his hand as he opened the car door. He helped you out, and once he had done this - he shut the door.

Immediately, people began to recognize Michael. His security team was the only thing that stopped people from clawing at the man.