After a few hours I woke back up. I couldn't go back to sleep, I was too energetic to! I walked across the hall and knocked on Michael's door. He opened it, wearing nothing but blue plaid boxers and his hair all messed up.
"Yeah, what do tu need?" He said.
"I don't know why, but I am so pumped up right now! I can't go back to sleep!" I laughed.
"Me neither... I've been lying awake for about half an hour."
"So... What do tu want to do now?" I said. It was only three in the morning, and still dark out.
"I don't know..." He kissed me on the shoulder " ... What do tu want to do now; I've got a pretty good idea, baby..." Michael put his hand on my back and slid it down so that it rested on my butt. I took his hand off, walked into his room and laid down on his bed. He shut the door and laid siguiente to me. I lied my head on his warm chest and let him tenderly run his fingers down my back.
"I really like you, not just because who tu are... But tu are so sweet. I've met tu before at one of your Jackson 5 concerts, we were both about fifteen, and I'm not sure tu remember the letters."
"Are tu kidding? I remember escritura to you, tu would always tell me I have fans that amor me when I was sad. Your favorito! desert is vanilla frozen yogurt from Cream Kingdom topped with whopper malt balls and gummy bears, one of the things tu dicho tu had a soft spot for. por the way, me too!" He took my hand and kissed it.
"How do tu remember all of that so well?" I asked. Michael opened up the drawer on his nightstand siguiente to him and pulled out a pile of papers.
"I occasionally read them for inspiration. Other fans shoot me an correo electrónico o get me on Facebook, but tu know... It feels good that someone has wrote to me ever since my brothers and I were first discovered. That and the notes are handwritten instead of typed; that proves that tu take the time to think about what tu are writing." He put the papers away and slipped under the covers. I slipped under the covers too, and scooted closer to him.
"You know how tu dicho tu had a good idea of what to do?" I whispered.
"You wanna make out?" He shook his head 'yes' and smiled. I kissed him for a few seconds; he then pulled me closer and we made out for a few minutes. It was LITERALLY so hot because of the sheets reflecting our body heat that I could barely breathe. We both got out from under the covers after we were done, and he put his head on my shoulder.
"Did tu have fun? I sure did." He lied his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. I put my arms around him in response.
"Yeah, I did..." CREAK CREAK CREAK "... Wait, what was that?"
"What was what? Stop messing with me baby." He looked serious.
"Those footsteps, didn't tu hear the floor creaking?"
"My parents are staying over, it might be one of them." Michael's eyes relaxed.
"Where are they sleeping? The creaks started on the right side and didn't vanish on the left."
"Oh my God... They sleep on the far left side of this corridor. Nobody else is staying with me right now other than you, and tu are lying here with me. Our pets are too light, the floor would sound like tapping if it was them. And there is something else too." He looked terrified.
"What is it?"
"Neverland is brand new, just built. The floors have never creaked and shouldn't. If there is creaking, I don't know WHAT it is." He kissed my cheek. "But let's not worry about that, at least not now." He slid his hand onto my breast and squeezed it gently. I took his hand away.
"Not right now baby."
"Awww.... Why not?" He gave me that cute pout face with his lips and his puppy-dog look with his eyes. "Just a five minuto session, please?"
"No, not now. Maybe after we've found out what caused the creaking. Haven't tu ever seen one of those horror cine where the couple having sex is always killed first? It's common sense just to not do it when something peculiar is going on."
"Oh, okay. I amor those horror movies, the couples are so stupid! I mean, come on, if there is a crazy line of deaths, should tu be doing anything to be vulnerable? No!" He laughed."By the way, shouldn't we go check up on my parents if there is something running around?" He asked.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea." The sun was just beginning to rise, the golden rays of light mostrando through the curtains. Michael's cell phone rang, and he picked it up.
"Yeah? Oh, hey. Okay, okay, I'll be down there in a few. Bye!" He hung up. "I have to go down to Sammy's, he wants to see me in the wardrobe for the Grammys siguiente month." He sighed. "My parents are leaving today, so tu are on your own right now."
"Can I come with you?" I asked. "There is no way I'm staying here at this huge place all por myself!" I crossed my arms.
"Alright, tu can tag along. I'm going to go get dressed, I would suggest for tu to also. Now get out of my room before my mother walks in o something. She must not know tu are here, mostly my father." I walked across the hall and got into my room, silently putting on a short pleated caqui skirt, an naranja tie-up tank top, and tangerine wedges. I could hear his parents talking to him.
"Bye, my beautiful son!" His mother Katherine said.
"We'll see tu siguiente mes at the Grammys okay?" His father Joe dicho brutally. I almost sneezed, but I held it back.
"See tu guys later!" He said. I could tell he was glad that they were going. I could hear his mother's pumps clicking on the wood floor as they walked down the hall, and then down the stairs as I was putting on makeup in the bathroom. First was sparkling coral eyeshadow, then black eye-liner, and finally mascara and glitter lip gloss. I walked out and saw Michael in high-waisted jeans and a white button-up.
"Let's go!" I said, throwing my beige hip bag over my shoulder. We began to walk down the stairs, and Michael took his keys out of his pocket.
"Haley, tu think tu are dolled up enough?" He laughed. "I don't mind though, it looks really sexy on you." We walked out to his garage. He unlocked a hot red Ferrari and got in. I looked at him.
"Really dude? tu have a Ferrari when tu could have your own limo driver?" I got in, putting on my seatbelt.
"I only go in the limousine when I'm going in public to see my fans o to an awards place. I drive around the Ferrari when I'm sneaking off to one of my producer's houses o something to discuss something about planning." He smiled. "That and I amor the color red."
"Only tu Michael, only you."
After a while we eventually pulled into the driveway of a large white house with a fountain, and Quincy was waiting near the front door with three beefy bodyguards around him. We got out and walked over to them. Quincy shook Michael's hand.
"Hey man, how've tu been doing? I'll tell tu who designed what, and let's just see how they look on you." He dicho as one of the men opened the front door and let us in. The inside had a Koi pond in the middle of the floor, many sculptures and paintings with couches and a large flat screen against the wall. There was also a few racks of flashy clothes covered in rhinestones, belts, chains, and sequins.
"Why do they make me look like I ran through a glue factory and then took a bath in glitter all the time?" Michael whined as we walked over to one of the racks.
"Hey, they actually put less sequins this time and replaced it with chains and belts just for you. Who is that girl with you, por the way?" He asked. "Cause she is a little hottie."
"Back off yo! This is my new girlfriend Haley... She used to write the letters to me." He kissed me on the cheek. "I amor her so much, don't tu amor me baby?" He winked at me.
"Yeah, and I'm also staying with him. por the way, we aren't sleeping in separate beds, are we baby?" Michael looked at me angrily. He softly nudged me in the ribs.
"Well, we should keep everything a secret for now." He said.
"Alright, bring on the fashion show!!!" I laughed.
"Michael, tu have quite a few things to choose from. Two outfits--- one to walk the red carpet in, something bold, and then one to wear on stage when tu perform the song; that one has to be flashy so it is aesthetically pleasing to the audience. And how about your girlfriend can come with tu wearing something similar, dance with tu on stage a little... Just to stir the paparazzi up. In fact they designed girl versions already just in case." He turned to me. "Do tu think that tu can dance on stage with him when he sings that new hit song 'The Way tu Make Me Feel' in a short, uncomfortable outfit?"
"Just remember who designed your clothes when tu walk with him, okay?"
A little later we went back to Neverland, and he went to go feed his animals. After that he decided to take me out to lunch at my favorito! restaurant, this one Ghetto sushi place. It was so small that they had only four tables, but they had the BEST sushi ever.
"I say we should go back to the house to eat, Michael. This is a bad place in town, all of the shootings take place on this street."
"What do tu mean?" He asked naïvely. I took the bag and thanked the cashier, and then we walked fast to the car.
"You've never been to these parts of town probably... These are the places that have the best Asian food, but are dangerous so tu should run in and run out as fast as possible before tu get hurt." I explained, rolling up my window."Look at those teens on the side of the street, they are probably dealing drugs. I grew up here, and I don't like it."
"Oh... I never knew there were places in Santa Barbara like this."
"Yeah, we all have separate territories." I said. He looked at me with scared eyes.
"Don't worry, they stay here in their territory, they won't come anywhere NEAR tu o Quincy o your parents, they stay here."
"I know, I was just wondering about the creaking again."
When we got back he led me to the dining room, a glass mesa, tabla with four modern red chairs. I put the sushi on dishes and brought a dish to Michael, and then sat down across from him. I gave him a pair of chopsticks, and he looked confused.
"Don't even use the vegetarian o 'I have a small stomach' or 'Im a fat guy on a diet' excuse, because it is rice, seaweed, and some vegetables, it is very light, and very healthy. So what is that look for?"
"Never actually had sushi before... I've learned how to do chopsticks, but what's the point of the rosado, rosa shredded stuff?" He blushed.
"Ginger, cleans your palette so tu can fully taste the siguiente roll. And be careful with the Wasabi, mix some soy sauce with it because it is pretty hot."
After a while when we were done, we were chatting on the sofá in the main living room.