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I stepped out of the bath tub, I'm so lazy right now I could use a shower bed. I grabbed a cloth, and began toweling out my wet hair, it was scraggly, brown like chocolate and in need of a snip.
I wrapped the light blue towel around my curving figure and padded over to the window. The rain had cleared up, the streets were now just damp. I squinted across the street when I saw a police cruiser parked.
I quickly shut the curtains, imagining someone watching me through the window. I shake away my moment of paranoia and saunter over to the Hotel dresser.
I grab a silky blue blouse with frills on the breasts, I admire that for a second before stuffing it back into the drawers. I want to wear something...I don't know. Laughing at myself, I dig deeper into the drawer and my eyes land on a silk blue tunic.
I pick out some black skinny jeans and then shut the drawers. Ready to turn back to the bathroom.
I heard the click of the room door, and I jumped, my heart raced for a second. It was only Michael, his short dark hair scruffy and sticking up in all directions.
When I'd left the room to shower, he had been writing something down on a notepad. Now, he was carrying a miniature case of Spring Water in his hands.
His eyes were wide with shock as they scanned over my form. In that moment, I wondered what he was thinking of me. I swear I could feel the hairs on my arm rise.
"Sorry, I was just--grabbing clothes." I indicated the pair in my hand. "I'm just--I'll go--"
"Get dressed, yeah." He nodded, a small nervous smile on his face as he shut the door behind him.
As I turned to head back into the bathroom, I grinned, imagining his eyes on me.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
