MICHAEL JACKSON SPOTTED KISSING MYSTERY GIRL!
And of course, there's a photo provided. Michael is inclining his head toward a tree, his lips pressed against mine, and there's my skinny legs in the jeans. The brunette curls falling over my shoulders, and there are my arms snaked around his back.
And another photo, my brunette head walking away. One glance at the camera and my identity would be compromised.
Oh, and there's another one, but I wasn't there to see it. Michael is smiling widely, his hands touching his lips where we kissed.
I stared it awhile before stuffing it into my drawer. This is the only tabloid I approve off. One, because Michael is not 'Wacko Jacko,' and two. Because of, well because of what they were reporting. Also, three, because Dirty Diana has nothing to do with it.
But the next magazine just darkens my expression.
DIRTY DIANA, DOING HARD TIME
I can't ever imagine going to jail. And I don't want to. I tear up that tabloid and throw it into the trash.
A knock on my front door startles me, I sigh, wiping my face before heading toward the door. When I open the door I gasp horribly, taking steps back.
Richard.
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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.
