MICHAEL JACKSON & DIANA CARTWRIGHT = SOULMATES?
Since twenty-four year old Diana Cartwright moved into her boyfriend, Michael Jackson's grand Neverland Ranch, we've been seeing a lot of her lately. The two have been seen on dates, and at overly romantic restaurants.
A smile spread easily across my lips, for some reason, I liked this article. I reached over for the remote and turned the volume up, Janet's excited face was on the television. I think she was announcing her touring plans.
I shifted in the kitchen chair, glad they had a TV in here.
"You shouldn't watch too much of that," I heard Michael say as he entered the kitchen, kissing my forehead as he headed for the coffee machine. "Her cheeks probably hurt from smiling that much."
I grinned. "Don't act like you've never been extremely happy."
He wore a white shirt and baggy pajama pants, and his body looked absolutely sexy in it. He poured dark coffee into a green mug and turned to me. "Other than today, not really."
I cut a glance at him, shaking my head. "I want some too." I told him, letting my hands run over the magazines.
No Wacko Jacko, nor Dirty Diana. It was...almost perfect.
"And I'm betting you want more papers too," Michael said, approaching the table and setting my cup in front of me.
I picked it up, looping my fingers through the handle and watching him above me. Michael set his mug down to kiss me.
When he pulled away, he rolled his eyes playfully, while muttering: "Tabloid Junkie."
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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.
