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Jan. 15th
7:32 am
I lie on my side, my eyes open as I picked at the thread of the duvet, eventually I got annoyed when the thread wouldn't tear immediately out of the comforter. I sat up, looking over at Michael, his eyes were closed.
He was sitting in the bedside chair, his head was slanted and he was snoring slightly. The sun cast a bright pool of light against his face, he almost looked like an angel.
I don't know why I've began to feel guilty about being angry at him.
Michael has a good heart, and he had a reason for almost leaving.
He didn't create Dirty Diana, he didn't create Wacko Jacko, not everything that goes on is his fault.
And he just needs to understand that.
I crawled out of bed and grabbed a robe, I bit my lip, gazing at his face, before padding into the bathroom.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana 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.
