“Hey Mike, tu ready to go again?” Chris dicho as he walked in. Michael quickly let go of Brooke.
“Yeah sure, hold on,” Michael wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Brooke, pretending it was an autograph as he gave her a wink, “Here tu go, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too, Michael.” Brooke dicho as she walked out the door. She looked at the message on the paper... “Brooke, meet me at my hideout tonight at 7. I wanna know más about tu than just your beautiful face. I’ll make sure security lets tu in. The address is 25 East-end Avenue. If tu can’t make it, I’ll see tu at the studio tomorrow and talk to tu then. Love, Michael.”
Brooke didn’t hesitate to hurry inicial after work. She was DEFINITELY going tonight. She knew she needed as much time as she could possibly get. The thought that in just 2 hours she was going to a secret hideout to see Michael Jackson was increíble to her. She needed to look her best.
She arrived with perfect timing. 7pm sharp. As she went inside the gates, Brooke could see Michael standing por the door, waiting for her.
“Hi there gorgeous,”
“Uh, hi Michael,”
“There’s no need to be nervous sweetie. Just relax,” Michael dicho comforting her, “You look beautiful,”
“Thanks Michael,” Brooke said, now más relaxed.
“Let’s go inside, out of the dark. We can talk in there,”
“Okay. It is a little cold anyway,”
“Aww, tu cold beautiful? Here, I’ll keep tu warm,” Michael put his arms around Brooke as they walked inside, “Prince and Paris are with their nanny tonight, so we don’t have to worry about waking them up. Why don’t tu sit down, Brooke, and I’ll get us a drink. What would tu like?”
“Just water please, Michael.”
“Okay sweetie, I’ll be back in a second.” While Michael was gone, Brooke looked around her, looking at Michael’s pictures that surrounded the room. She saw pictures of Michael with his family, Elizabeth Taylor, Brooke Shields... and E.T.? She couldn’t believe it. She’d always loved E.T. as a child, and still did. Michael walked back in to see Brooke smiling at the picture of him and E.T. He leaned over her shoulder without her noticing and asked, “Watcha doin’?” Brooke jumped at the sudden sight of Michael, being still in her own little world. Catching her breath, she laughed,
“You scared me to death, Michael!”
“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you... tu like E.T. huh?”
“Yeah. I sound like a big kid, but I amor him. I always did when I was little.”
Michael smiled, “Don’t worry, your secret’s seguro with me... I don’t know if it’s obvious o not... but I sort of like E.T. too... Don’t tell anyone though!” Brooke couldn’t help but giggle at Michael’s remark, “You wanna watch it, Brooke?” Michael dicho sounding excited. She was the first girl he’d liked that didn’t think he was weird for liking children movies.
“Sure Michael, I’d amor to.” Brooke knew that way, at least, there wouldn’t be any awkward silence between them while they were talking, ‘cause they could just turn to the movie.
“Well in that case, I’d better get some dulces and palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz for us then, huh?”
“Okay then.”
Part 4 coming up soon.
“Yeah sure, hold on,” Michael wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Brooke, pretending it was an autograph as he gave her a wink, “Here tu go, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too, Michael.” Brooke dicho as she walked out the door. She looked at the message on the paper... “Brooke, meet me at my hideout tonight at 7. I wanna know más about tu than just your beautiful face. I’ll make sure security lets tu in. The address is 25 East-end Avenue. If tu can’t make it, I’ll see tu at the studio tomorrow and talk to tu then. Love, Michael.”
Brooke didn’t hesitate to hurry inicial after work. She was DEFINITELY going tonight. She knew she needed as much time as she could possibly get. The thought that in just 2 hours she was going to a secret hideout to see Michael Jackson was increíble to her. She needed to look her best.
She arrived with perfect timing. 7pm sharp. As she went inside the gates, Brooke could see Michael standing por the door, waiting for her.
“Hi there gorgeous,”
“Uh, hi Michael,”
“There’s no need to be nervous sweetie. Just relax,” Michael dicho comforting her, “You look beautiful,”
“Thanks Michael,” Brooke said, now más relaxed.
“Let’s go inside, out of the dark. We can talk in there,”
“Okay. It is a little cold anyway,”
“Aww, tu cold beautiful? Here, I’ll keep tu warm,” Michael put his arms around Brooke as they walked inside, “Prince and Paris are with their nanny tonight, so we don’t have to worry about waking them up. Why don’t tu sit down, Brooke, and I’ll get us a drink. What would tu like?”
“Just water please, Michael.”
“Okay sweetie, I’ll be back in a second.” While Michael was gone, Brooke looked around her, looking at Michael’s pictures that surrounded the room. She saw pictures of Michael with his family, Elizabeth Taylor, Brooke Shields... and E.T.? She couldn’t believe it. She’d always loved E.T. as a child, and still did. Michael walked back in to see Brooke smiling at the picture of him and E.T. He leaned over her shoulder without her noticing and asked, “Watcha doin’?” Brooke jumped at the sudden sight of Michael, being still in her own little world. Catching her breath, she laughed,
“You scared me to death, Michael!”
“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you... tu like E.T. huh?”
“Yeah. I sound like a big kid, but I amor him. I always did when I was little.”
Michael smiled, “Don’t worry, your secret’s seguro with me... I don’t know if it’s obvious o not... but I sort of like E.T. too... Don’t tell anyone though!” Brooke couldn’t help but giggle at Michael’s remark, “You wanna watch it, Brooke?” Michael dicho sounding excited. She was the first girl he’d liked that didn’t think he was weird for liking children movies.
“Sure Michael, I’d amor to.” Brooke knew that way, at least, there wouldn’t be any awkward silence between them while they were talking, ‘cause they could just turn to the movie.
“Well in that case, I’d better get some dulces and palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz for us then, huh?”
“Okay then.”
Part 4 coming up soon.
Michael with E.T.
She's Out Of My Life
She's Out Of My Life
And I Don't Know Whether To Laugh o Cry
I Don't Know Whether To Live o Die
And It Cuts Like A Knife
She's Out Of My Life
[2nd Verse]
It's Out Of My Hands
It's Out Of My Hands
To Think For Two Years She Was Here
And I Took Her For Granted I Was So Cavalier
Now The Way That It Stands
She's Out Of My Hands
[Bridge]
So I've Learned That Love's Not Possession
And I've Learned That amor Won't Wait
Now I've Learned That amor Needs Expression
But I Learned Too Late
[3rd Verse]
She's Out Of My Life
She's Out Of My Life
Damned Indecision And Cursed Pride
Kept My amor For Her Locked Deep Inside
And It Cuts Like A Knife
She's Out Of My Life
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