"I didn't know the rain was purple." Michael looked deeply into Prince's eyes, with crimson cheeks.
"That's until you helped me see it."
|DARLING MIKEY; ORIGINAL STORY|
It all started with an unfortunate accident at the concert of James Brown in 19...
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"The first time I killed somebody, it was such a rush. It was just like that, a shot of dope every time I did it, it was that rush again, and I started chasing that high..."
-Unknown
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|Wednesday, June 30th, 1987| |Bon Marriott Motel| |10:00 am|
Michael
I sat down on the couch, with my hands folded together, staring at the ground in shock, after being woken up to hear about the news. The television played in the background, with the news constantly discussing the marriage while Prince paced back and forth in front of me, sounding like he was going to have a panic attack, and I felt like I was going to have one as well, because words couldn't explain how in shock I was.
How was this possible? What the hell happened last night? There's no way we got married. There's no way our secret is now out. My family knows, my friends, everyone knows. What are they going to think about me? What are we going to do? I couldn't even think straight, and I had no words. I was trying my best not to freak out, but I was two seconds away from loosing my mind.
"Shit, Shit, Shit," Prince cursed to himself, continuing to walk back and forth. My leg shook up and down, trying my best to calm down. I bit my lip harshly, finding the best way to ease the tension and look on the bright side, even though I was still freaking out and knew we had made a huge mistake.
"Maybe it's not that bad as we thought. Look on the bright side, we can go to Disneyland together now like we've always wanted," I nervously laughed. Prince stopped in his tracks, and gave me the meanest death glare he had ever given me. My nervous laughter came to a stop, and I looked back down at the ground.
"Our secret is out, Michael. Everyone knows, and our careers could be in danger, all this at steak and you're more worried about Disneyland?" He asks, with a fustrated tone. I mentally slapped myself in my head, knowing what I said was stupid. He was right, which was making me even more worried.
Everything we were afraid of was becoming a reality out of nowhere and without any explanation, and we had no idea how to handle it. Prince shook his head, bent down to pick up the remote, turning off of the TV. He stood there for a minute before turning around to look at me with an angry expression.
"You know what? Now that I think about it, this is actually all your fault," He spat, gripping the remote. I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling confused and upset. How does he have the audacity to blame this on me?
"Excuse me?" I asked, standing up to my feet, wanting to make sure that I heard him right. I crossed my arms as he continued with his point.
