tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 21ˢᵗ ─ 8:15 ᵖᵐ

Michael had stunned me, I didn't know what to do or to say, he was just so damn adorable in his tuxedo and blue tie. The lightness of his skin went with the darkness of the suit jacket. I've been trying to keep my eyes off of him but it was no use. Wherever I looked, he was there.

And his hair-cut, his curls were cropped and straightened, he looked beautiful and I wish I could tell him that.

"Diana," I recognized the voice as Katherine Jackson and turned to see her dressed in a red floral dress. "You are certainly the Belle of the ball."

I smiled, looking around. "If you're talking about the eyes on me, it's because they're looking for a stain. I'm Dirty Diana, remember?"

Katherine didn't laugh at my little joke. "There's someone in the kitchen looking for you, Diana."

"Who?"

She shrugged, clueless. "I don't know, he was familiar but he asked for you before you came." She nodded toward the door of the KITCHEN.

I smiled at her, slowly walking in my heels. Looking back at the crowds before heading inside. It was dark and I could barely see anything.

I groped around for the light switch, and when I finally found it, it had already been flicked on and James Bartholomew was standing in front of me.

I screeched in surprise, causing him to slap a hand over my mouth and press me against the wall. "Shh, Diana."

I got his hand away from my lips. "It's loud in the ballroom, they won't hear me, so why are you covering my mouth?" I asked breathlessly.

James shrugged, grinning. "Maybe I just wanted to touch you."

I shoved him off of me and leaned against the wall to catch my breath, why the hell was he here?

"Katherine told me you were looking for me, she said you were familiar and it's because you're on the TV screen every morning." I said, sighing.

"Yeah?"

I let out a breath. "What do you want?"

"I want you to know the truth." He said to me, smiling like a Chesire cat. I was still confused.

"What truth?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

James sighed, folding his arms the way mine are. "Well, it seems your King has been more than dishonest, Diana."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "My King?"

James rolled his eyes as if I were stupid. "Michael." He said.

"Yeah? And what has he been dishonest about?"

I watched him pick up a knife from the utensil crate. "About why he left home with you."

"I don't understand, he told me-"

"That I was the reason he left?" James scoffed. "Like I said, he lied."

"Why did he leave, then?" I asked.

James began to skim his thumb across the blade. "Ask him that."

The KITCHEN door burst open and Michael was standing there.

"Diana?"