Jasmyn & Michael Jackson: Duo Go On Disneyland Date — Rekindled Love?

Jasmyn must be feelin' like a 'Dangerous Woman!' The pop star was recently spotted going incognito at Disneyland in Anaheim, when she arrived late in the evening with none other than Michael Jackson! So, are the two rekindling their romance? Find out!

He paused mid-stride, all he could do was shake his head at himself, he had been blowing up her phone practically everyday since the incident. The only reason he stopped was because her voice machine was full. She wouldn't talk to him at rehearsals and the only time she showed him any affection what's so ever was when they were onstage during her residency. But he knew it was just for the act, and even then she could barely even look him in the eye and if she did, she looked so disconnected. The brown eyes that he thought he knew so well had almost a stranger behind them. He went against every voice in his head telling him not to but he decided to turn up the TV.

Jasmyn, 21, seemed to have a blast at the Mickey Mouse-themed amusement park, taking a low-key approach with her fashion. The "Vision Of Love" songstress was rocking grey sweatpants, a white sweatshirt and a large plastic sun visor. Although she tried to avoid being noticed at The Happiest Place on Earth, we couldn't help but notice that she was joined by Michael Jackson, 28, who was also dressed rather comfortably. Before jumping to conclusions, her longtime friends and associates, Hannah, Naomi, and Gigi were also there to partake in the fun, so it was a group thing... right?

Jasmyn and the "Billie Jean" singer even enjoyed the front row seat while riding the fan-favorite, Space Mountain. In the photos, the songstress can be seen holding on to her visor for dear life, as Michael looks as if he's laughing at the clearly frightened singer. The group reportedly arrived around 10pm and didn't leave until 12:30am! Jasmyn and Michael have also been hitting it off as of late, especially considering he is currently rehearsing for his first solo tour. We all hope to see them taking the stage together once again. Jasmyn also worked with Michael on The Wiz single "Ease On Down The Road" which helped catapult her career into super-stardom.

It appeared to be a great experience for all, considering the group later stopped by Main Street to curb their appetite with some pickles. Despite the trip seeming nothing but friendly, some fans speculated something was up since her current beau Prince, 28, was not present for the trip and the lovebirds haven't been seen out publicly for some time.

Could there be trouble in purple paradise?

He turned the TV off, thoroughly disgusted with everything he just heard. He couldn't help but be a little mad at Jasmyn as well. They haven't even talked since the incident and she decides that she can hang out with her old boyfriend. But that thought quickly faded because who was he kidding he knew this was all his fault, as usual, it's his fault. He could've stopped kissing Sheila whenever he wanted but...he didn't.

It all happened so fast, before he knew it Sheila had her tongue down his throat, a feeling he's not sure if he missed or not, and it's not liked he stopped her before she got started. There's only one reason a woman grabs your collar like that, he's been around the block he's not an idiot.

He scurried outside to his car to head to rehearsal for the upcoming Sign O' The Times Tour. He glanced to the side at the empty passengers seat and his heart sank a little. He was nearly losing his mind not hearing her laugh. It was an ugly little laugh, sort of a mix of a cackle and a squeal, but he loved it.

Occasionally throughout the drive he would glance to the side, hoping for something he knew wasn't there. He didn't see those big brown eyes light up whenever her favorite song came on the radio, or saw some fans. The way she would always beg for him to stop at a specific restaurant because she knew which ones had the freshest fries at the moment or the way she would pouted her lips and make her eyes as doe-like a possible when she wanted coffee.

She would wanna play games in the car all the time, no matter how short the drive was. It ranged from eye spy to the picnic game, which Jasmyn made up one night while they were riding around town, just talking. He missed those days when they just talked, like people, not screaming all the time just to see who's louder, not driving each other insane and giving each other headaches, not making each other cry, just getting to know each other on a soul level.

Jasmyn was in the process of preparing something with this Japanese brand, Square Enix NA, who's developing a new game called Final Fantasy and they're trying to attract the "younger audience" so they're making her a little character and orchestrated one of her older songs. She's a big time geek at heart so, he knew just from hearing the news she was extremely excited and he was excited for her.

As soon as he arrived to the soundstage, he strutted in, mind full of regret and blissful memories that only fueled the building hate he had started to grow for himself since that fatal moment. He ignored the staffs attempt to greet him this morning and rushed up the steps. It's not that he was trying to be rude, he just wasn't in the mood to talk. He began to immediately trying throw himself into his music.

He began adjusting the his mic stand while directing some stage hands. "It goes right there..." he creased his brows trying to decipher his words, he sounded like he was a million miles away. "How long do y'need?"

"C minor right?" Miko's voice boomed over the mic, for some odd reason it irritated the hell out of him.

"Yup" he replied simply, before immediately ripping into the beginning of Sign O' The Times.

In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name.

By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same

At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun

Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples'

High on crack and totin' a machine gun

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I hopped up on the stool and leaned against the counter, clicked the button before I could talk myself out of it.

You have 113 new messages.

I choked on my water. "Oh my God..."

"I'm sorry. It all happened so fast just please let me explain, I love you. Call me back."

"There isn't anything between us, I just need you to believe me for once."

"Please hear me out... five minutes is all i'm asking. Call me back."

"You can ignore me all you want but deep down inside be both know it's not supposed to end this way. I love you, please call me back."

"I heard you got some good news today." he chuckled half-heartedly. "Call me back and tell be about it."

His voice started to crack. "Can I come see you? It's real lonely here by myself."

"I can't sleep right now."

"Jas... it's not my fault you have to believe me. I would never do that to you."

"Do you believe me?"

"I don't even know what to say anymore."

I clicked the button to cut it off and end it all, I couldn't listen to it anymore. The thing was I didn't know that to believe. I know what my eyes saw, but looks can always be deceiving right?

Maybe i'm wrong about it all, maybe it's all a ploy by Sheila and she started in on him first, I mean i'm sure they had a thing at one point. Prince is one of those guys that you can just get over. Maybe my timing was horribly wrong, maybe I did over react. Maybe I should hear him out.

So I called him and I practically tapped a dent in my brand new marble counter top with every passing ring...  but there was no answer.

I figured he gave up on me, so I jogged up the stairs to take the hottest shower i've ever taken in my life, hoping that someway science would come through for me and I would sweat out all my emotions.

I sat down in the now steam-filled bedroom, deep in thought running coconut oil through my curls, wondering what my next move would be.

I decided to get dressed and head to the studio, I needed some musical therapy.

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Later That Night

As soon as Prince got home from a longer than usual rehearsal, he rushed upstairs and called a person he never thought he would.

It seemed like the phone rung for an eternity and he prayed for an answer.

"Hello?"

He sighed in relief, almost stumbling over his words. "Uhhhmm yo what's up man, can I speak to Hannah?"

Hannah groaned. "Fuck. You."

"Aw damn, my bad Han, I thought it was your brother."

"Ugh what the fuck do you want? Jasmyn isn't here?"

There was a long pause in the line. Either Hannah obviously knew and was obviously mad but then again, they don't have the friendliest of relationships. He figured he was just being paranoid.

She exhaled, feeling a bit of sympathy. "She's at the studio right now.."

Prince's stomach fluttered at the thought of possibility of seeing her. His mind ran through a million scenarios of how he would get her back. "Alone?"

"I don't know, she was with Michael last time I saw her."

His heart immediately sank. "With who?" He had to be sure he heard her correctly.

"With Michael, you deaf fuck."

He paused. "So what's up with that?"

"I don't know they've been hanging out lately, I have a life of my own y'know."

He pursed his lips choosing to leave that comeback to himself. "Why?"

"Maybe because he's not kissing his employees." she huffed, immediately taking back the statement. "Honestly, I'm sick of the both of y'all, she has horrible taste in men."

He rolled his hazel eyes. Here she goes...

"I don't like either fucking one of y'all, both of y'all keep playing with my friend, she needs to be alone and focus on her career."

"I just-"

"Why do you play every female you're with?... Y'know you're gonna die alone if you keep it up. It's time to grow the fuck up Prince, you're almost 30 and this isn't highschool anymore."

That hurt. "It wasn't my fault, Sheila grabbed me. I would never do that to her, you know that."

"No the fuck I don't know that." she mocked him.

"It wasn't my fault, she came at me I swear."

Hannah huffed. "Whatever Prince. Do you know how it feels having your bestfriend constantly bawling her eyes out? Having to constantly talk the little girl you watched grow up into loving herself again. She's constantly asking herself what's wrong with herself, asking God why do bad things always happen to her. She can't even enjoy the multi-million dollar music career she has because of the irreversible emotional damage that's been done to her." her voice started to crack. "She's fed up with life and i'm terrified."

He tried not to break down into tears on the phone but he already started to feel his eyes burn.

"I can't wait until the day she shakes you out her fucking system." she sniffed. "Maybe she can be 100% happy aga-"

He hung up the phone, he couldn't listen anymore. He eyes glossed over with tears, he sobbed silently alone in his bedroom. As much as he hated it he knew this could only be the beginning of the end.

In the midst of his sulking, the phone rang and he jumped, pulling himself together.

"Hello?"

"Hi Prince."

There was no emotion in her. "What do you want Sheila?"

"Can we talk?"

He stayed quiet, part of him didn't wanna even speak to her, part of him also wanted to hear her explanation.

"Can we talk?" she repeated, the irritation now evident in her voice.

He turned his lip up at the phone before placing it back on his ear. "I'm still on the phone ain't I?"

"I just need to know what went wrong, I need some closure."

He chuckled. "You? You need closure?...I've damn near lost the best thing that ever happened to me and you need closure?...I can't even get her to answer the fucking phone Sheila but you need closure. You know what's closed?...the book I was writing with that girl. I had plans with her ok? I had a future with her and I thought for once...just once in my life that I wouldn't be alone."

"But Prince I-"

"I know I hurt you Sheila and i'm sorry, i'm sorry for all of the lies and the cheating, and the false promises...hell I probably deserved all of this but she-"

"I was first, I met you first! You sent me flowers and-"

"That was then and this is now." he closed his eyes, instantly regretting his statement. He didn't mean to sound that harsh.

She paused, her tears choking back her ability to speak. He felt even more guilty, he just keeps hurting the women around him like clockwork

"Sheila....Sheila i'm sorry...I didn't mean it like that."

"Can I come see you?" she asked through her sobbing.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You an I both know that's a terrible idea."

"Please Prince, it's the least you could do ok, for years Prince, years. You've sat around played with my emotions while you talked to Vanity, and Susannah, and Jasmyn, and whatever other model, porn star, or random groupie that caught your eye and there are a lot of things that Jasmyn doesn't know about that you have yet to tell her, so don't hit me with that 'I love her' bullshit and make it seem like this is all my fault because we both know it isn't. Your whole relationship is a fu-"

He hung up in her face, and groaned to the sky. He was officially fed up with all the bullshit