⊱ Shay's POV
Michael was remarkable in the sunlight, his eyes golden and luminous and the way it blended with his skin.
I was sitting on a chair in the backyard of the Neverland Ranch and the Jackson family were huddled across the yard. But Michael was the only one who caught my eye.
"Shay."
I jumped, nearly spilling the lemonade I was drinking, despit the cold weather. I rose my eyes to realize it was Michael who had called me.
I'd always enjoyed the way my name rolled off his tongue, like he was surprised to see me. "Michael." I stand, smiling widely.
"You said you wanted to speak with me?" He said.
I let out a nervous breath. "In private." I whisper, and he takes my hand. Leading me inside the house, upstairs in his bedroom.
Perfect place.
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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.
