Excessively doing laundry, washing clean dishes, and scrubbing the spotless tile in the bathroom. I'd done all the things that couldn't seem to take my mind off Michael. The man I had, and lost.
MICHAEL JACKSON RECIEVES HUMANITARIAN AWARD
MICHAEL & JANET, SIBLINGS, HEAD TO NEW JERSEY
MICHAEL'S MYSTERY GIRL VANISHED
Reading the tabloids were the worst, I couldn't help it though. I wanted to forget, but remember him.
I tried, and tried to get through this easily, and cleanly but failed, and that's how I ended up in Taber's Bar.
I'd consumed enough bourbon tonight. Just when I was ready to leave, the man beside me in the dark suit turned to me. "Bad day?"
I recognized him instantly. "James Bartholomew?"
"Oh lord, don't tell me you're Dirty Diana?" He jokes, then chuckles, shaking his head as his expression turns serious. "Yes, that's me."
"Do you enjoy reporting lies about me on television?" I ask him.
He shrugs. "No, but I do enjoy a woman soaking in her sorrows at a...bar. Boy trouble?"
"Yeah, I need some special elixir that'll take away the nostalgia." I take a swig of bourbon and let it knock against the long bar table.
"Well, Diana, I just might be that."
I turn to him, a challenging look in my eyes. He sends me the same expression.
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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.
