tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 18ᵗʰ ─ 3:28 ᵃᵐ

The after-funeral celebration took place at the Neverland Ranch, and I made a mental note to thank Michael afterwards for allowing it to be at his house. I grabbed a cupcake in a plastic plate and picked up the latest newspaper.

Searching through all the letters for any word on Richard's body at the Brooklyn Apartments, someone must have noticed he wasn't paying any rent.

"Hey, Diana."

I whirled when I heard the slightly unfamiliar voice, it was my cousin Vanessa. She was also chomping on a cupcake, I was sitting in the lounge with no one around, everyone else were in the main room.

"Oh, Nessy." I offered her the chair in front of me. "Sit. What's on your mind?" I remember the mourning we went through when Aunt May, Vanessa's mother, died of cancer.

"I have to admit, I think I'm falling in love." I could tell she was joking.

I sat down my cupcake. "And who is the object of your affection?"

"Michael Jackson." She squealed. "I mean, I know he's never going to go for me. But have you seen those big, huge brown eyes? They make me swoon." I agreed with her mentally. "I just want to hug his sad self."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Why would you say that?"

She shrugged. "I mean--he looks pretty sad, like someone in his family just died." Vanessa raised her eyebrows in realization at the mention of death. "Oh my god, Diana, I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

"It's alright." I stood from my chair, sighing when all the thoughts hit me like a bullet train. "Where is he? Michael?"

"He's talking with his brother upstairs. Oh, and I think I saw his father go up there with him."

I nodded at her before heading out of the lounge.