I had to hide behind the bushes, to avoid the guards. But that wasn't a problem since I'd only worn a black hoodie and jeans. I was never good with dressing, and I never dated anyone.
Date? Who said anything about dating?
I mentally laughed at myself.
I found the apple tree easily, I saw an apple on the green grass, I'd always dreamed of coming to the Neverland Ranch and playing on the rides as a little girl.
Something tapped me on the back, and I whirled, ready to attack when I realized who it was.
Holy...
It was Michael.
He was dressed in a white button up shirt and black pants. His dark hair had grown a bit. It finally passed his ears, he didn't have to disguise himself anymore. He smiled at me. "So jumpy, Diana."
Richard had said that to me once, the night before Christmas.
I hid my disappointment at his words and smiled. "It's a habit."
"The reason I called you here is because, what happened to me? It wasn't random." He pulled me behind the tree farther.
"It's the reason I left home." He said.
"You should have told me when I asked you." I snapped at him, angrily. "I could have prevented this."
Michael sighed, shaking his head. "You can't save everyone, Diana."
"And neither can you." I said. "But you try anyway, humanitarian." I mutter.
He cracks up at this. But then complained of stomach pains and quieted himself. "He dresses up in a black trench coat. A black hat and a white mask." Michael tells me.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know, but he's there everywhere I go. In the bushes. The events, the concerts, sometimes I see him on the street when I'm in the limo." He sighs. "I thought by leaving I could protect my family, I guess not."
"Hey, it's not your fault." I sighed, just like him. "I'm glad you're okay."
His skin was still bruised. But he looked okay.
"One more thing before you go." He says.
"And what's that?" I ask, pursing my lips, and putting my hands on my hips.
He chuckles a bit, grasping my chin and connecting our lips. I was frozen in place as his lips moved on mine, before I wrapped my arms around his back, gentilly kissing him back. His hands stayed on my chin and for the moment I was in heaven. "That." He said, pulling away.
I slowly open my eyes to stare at his beautiful face.
I want more but I can't have it.
"You should-" He began.
"I-I should go." I stammered, nervously running a hand through my hair and walking away, my feet shaky underneath me.

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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.