I was doing stress cleaning, I'd scrubbed every place in the house. Well, except the guest bedroom. Michael used to sleep in there. I didn't want to wash him away.
When I got to the kitchen I pulled off my yellow gloves and went to read the mail. "Bills, bills," I said, pushing stuff aside.
I read the last one. "MJ."
I repressed a squeal as I tore open the mail. There was a note. I hopped up onto the counter. I could tell it was his handwriting.
Diana, I need to see you.
Midnight. Neverland Ranch, Apple Tree.
MJ
I have never been so happy in my entire miserable 24 years of life!
I rushed upstairs to find something to wear at midnight.
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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.
