Sorry I couldn't write, my mom took away my phone. I hope you enjoy.

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Friday. . .

It was 12:00. I was sitting on the couch. Michael came down from his room and sat next to me.

"Hey babe."

He kisses me on my forehead.

"Hey sex." I said.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah anything. What's wrong?"

"You know how your obsessed with that famous singer, Michael Jackson? And you tell me I look somewhat like him?"

"Yeah and? That should be a compliment."

"It's not, because I am Michael Jackson." he said with a serious face.

I laugh in disbelief.

"That's funny!" I laugh, "I said you look somewhat like him not exactly LIKE him."

"I can prove it to you."

"Even if you were Michael Jackson you wouldn't be here as a babysitter right now."

He pulls off a strip of fake skin. He takes make up remover and reveals his true skin color. I gasp.

"That's doesn't mean anything, you could just look alike."

He starts busting a move and starts singing "Just Good Friends." I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Do you believe me now?" he says with a smirk. "I hope this doesn't change anything, I just wanted to see how the real world was and I love it! And also I have strong feelings for you."

"OF COURSE IT CHANGES EVERYTHING! You think because your Michael Jackson everything will be fine, but it's not! how will my parents react, how will the media react! Michael as much as I love you, I can't marry you, this is all to crazy. If you thought I was going to start fan girling you were wrong." I break out in tears.

"Everything will be okay. Why are you crying? I love you and that's all that matters, I don't care about the media, maybe your parents a little but your 18 you should be able to make your own decisions.
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Sorry if this chapter was too short but don't worry I'll keep writing.