Peter Pan [Michael Jackson Fanfic]

Peter Pan [Michael Jackson Fanfic]

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- Michael Jackson Fanfic - Michael is missing out on his childhood because of the Music Industry. He wants to be a normal kid, like everyone Else, he wants to laugh, Scream and play. He wants to have fun and remember that as his childhood. But no, his father, Joseph, forced Michael and his brothers to be a music group. By the time passes Michael enjoyes to perform and entertain, but not when it comes to Being forced and failing. Michael is a lonely kid and Gets bullied, he is nowhere near Being popular in his school. Michael doesn't know so Much about Being a regular kid that he doesn't know whats good and whats bad. Will Michael be a normal kid? Will he stop Being in the Music Industry? How do he get through his hard time? Many more questions Being asked, get answers by reading Peter Pan.
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(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

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