Michael was sitting on his bed, an expression I couldn't describe on his face when I entered his bedroom. "Hello Michael." I said to him.
There were tears in his eyes. "Hello, Diana."
I was surprised, but I didn't show it. I slowly reached up and pulled the blonde wig free of my brunette curls. "How did you know?" I asked.
Michael stood, his expression impassive. "I saw your face today."
I sighed, glad I didn't have to drop the bomb. "I came here to tell you everything. But mostly to tell you that you're free."
"Free?" He switched on the lamp.
I dropped the wig in a wastebasket near the door. "We just don't have to worry, about James, about Gloria or about Richard. About any of the bad memories." I approached the bed. "You're free."
"We're free." He tried to correct me. "Why aren't you including yourself?"
Tears reached my eyes as I plopped down on his bed. "Because I won't be free, without you. And I know you probably hate me right now-"
"Diana." He shook his head, eyes wet too. As he kneeled in front of the bed, staring up at me. "Diana, I-"
"I love you, Michael." I whispered, the flow of tears attacking my face.
He reached up and cupped my face. "You shouldn't be surprised, not one bit, when I say I love you too."
Damn. He was so good with words.
I let him kiss me when he did, letting my hands explore his hair, letting his hands explore my body.
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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.