Right after Michael fell asleep, I head CREAK CREAK CREAK again. I shook him violently, and he woke back up.
"My God, what do tu want now?" He whined.
"Listen!" I whispered. We didn't say anything, and sure enough, five minutos later we heard CREAK CREAK CREAK. I took out my iPhone and searched up if new floors can creak. I showed Michael it dicho that they could.
"Get your clothes on, someone's going down tonight." We got up and threw on our clothes. Michael went over to the closet, pulled out a leather jacket, and put it on me. "In case we get más than we bargained for, I don't want tu to get cold."
"Thanks." The zip-up chaqueta was so warm and comfortable. Michael slid a seguro out from under the cama and took the key off his necklace. He unlocked it and took out a belt, and two straps. He loaded a few handguns and put a bag of más bullets on the cinturón, correa and one of the straps. He put a gun on each too, and then put a dagger and a longer sword on the other strap and on the belt. He fastened the cinturón, correa around his waist and gave me the two straps.
"Use these as thigh sheaths, slide them under your falda so that tu look innocent." I took them and adjusted them to me, and let my falda fall over it. He handed me three más handguns. "Put two in the chaqueta pockets, and keep one in your hand ready-to-shoot. I'll do the same. Follow me, and walk on the balls of your feet so that tu don't make a sound."
"Okay, how many pistolas do we need?!?" We started down the well-lit corridor, moving cat-like. We heard a growl, and went down the stairs as we followed the increasingly loud CREAK CREAK CREAK noises. A few glass things were shattered on the floor in the foyer. The front door was open all of a sudden, and so we stalked out the door and he closed it. My corazón pounded hard in my chest, almost like it wanted to get out, and tears ran down my cheeks in the nippy cold night air. It was about eleven/eleven-thirty at night, and we could see a brown object heading down the path to the amusement park. Michael hit the light switch when he opened the tool box in front of the house, and all the lights lining the paths and the amusement park flicked on. The brown object had stopped dead in its tracks, so we ran with our pistolas in hand as fast as we could to it. When we got to the fully lit amusement-park do tu want to know what was there? It was a big brown bear, stunned por the lights. Michael and I laughed.
"It was a oso, oso de this whole time... I forgot about the escaped circus bear... Found him!!! Now let's call the Animal Control to come get him."
"You got all worked up over a oso, oso de dude! He opened the locked door because he is trained, I've seen him in the mostrar before!" I laughed. Michael picked up his phone, dialed the number, and put it on speaker.
"Yes, hello, um... We've found the bear, it was in my house and we followed it. Now it's over here at the amusement park in Neverland."
"Michael Jackson found the bear! Awesome! Okay, we'll be right over there Mr. Jackson, hold up a minute." She ecstatically said. About fifteen minutos later, a yellow camioneta, van pulled up. The oso, oso de was sniffing at some flores when a few people in navy blue came over to him. The oso, oso de growled and walked away. An animal control employee came up to Michael.
"Michael, I don't mean to trouble you, but the oso, oso de doesn't want to come. animales fucking amor tu to pieces! So can tu lure the oso, oso de into the back of the camioneta, van for us?" She pleaded. "Pleeeaasseee!!!"
"Okay, okay. I'll do it." Michael walked over to the oso, oso de like it was nothing, and called. "Come here Barry, come on. tu have to go home, get in the back of the camioneta, van for me please." And Barry the bear, as if he understood what Michael said, followed him as he went over to the open back of the van. Michael pet Barry like he was a dog, and then Barry nudged him in the chest and walked into the van. The animal control officials shut the doors behind Barry and locked it. Another employee ran up to Michael and I.
"Oh my gosh! Michael Jackson! I mean... Can I---"
"Yeah, sure." Michael took a pen out of his pocket and a little notepad. He signed his name in script, ripped it off of the pad, gave it to the girl and hugged her closely. Everyone had gotten in the camioneta, van and drove off.
"How did tu know what she wanted?" I asked Michael as we headed back to the house, following the multi-colored light path.
"Pretty much anyone would be thrilled to have a hug and an autograph from me, I learned that when I was seventeen." He explained as he unlocked the door and led me in.
"Oh, good point. tu know, we are heavily armed and it was a bear." I said. He stopped and we glanced at each other in silence for a moment, and then we busted out in laughter.
"We were ALL serious like Jason o Mike Myers were after us!!!" He was laughing so hard tears fell out of his eyes. "Now let's go back to bed... I'm still so damn tired."
"What are we doing tomorrow, it is Monday tomorrow." I asked him as we walked into his room and took all the weapons off of me.
"I don't know but I have to go to the foto shoot for Vanity Fair, ask the Cosmopolitan magazine people to give the the lista with readers questions, and then go to the charity fundraiser and smile a lot tonight. I'll be gone most of the day, but when I come back we can hang out at the fundraiser. Do tu have anything on your schedule for today?"
"Wait, the fundraiser sponsored por Dawn with the fashion mostrar and performances at the Promenade Mall?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"I'm an actress, fashion designer, and model, so I have to make sure my modelos have their outfits for tonight for that event por calling them in the morning, model in Klein for the siguiente edition of Vanity Fair, and then the charity run-way show."
"Vanity Fair? Maybe we might run into each other!"
"Well, that would be awesome." I dicho as we lied down and fell asleep. At eight in the morning I took my ducha, ducha de Michael took his earlier, because he dicho being naked with me would be very dangerous. When I finished putting on my black elastic-waist romper with the Mary Janes, Michael came over and sat siguiente to me when I was going to call the eight models, RIGHT as I took my phone out.
"Can I give tu a French braid? I want to play with tu hair while tu are calling them." He asked sweetly. "I'll even leave out your bang on the side for you." He gave me those puppy-dog eyes of his.
"Okay, as long as tu don't interrupt me too much."
"Yay!" He sat down behind me and pulled me backwards up into his lap. I dialed the number for the first model, Sara.
"Do tu have the four outfits?"
"Yes." I called the other seven, and when I was done, my hair was in a perfect, tight braid with the one curled bang falling into my face. Michael kissed my cheek when I looked in the hand mirror he gave to me. It looked professional.
"Thank tu Michael. How did tu make the braid so straight without anything falling out?"
"It's a secret. Okay, bye. I've got to go now, and I'm pretty sure tu do." He kissed me on the lips as we were walking into the garage. He jumped into his Ferrari and I jumped into my Volkswagen, and we both went off. I drove to the studio that Vanity Fair shot things at (Michael wasn't there, he must have been picking up the preguntas and dropping the respuestas from the anterior ones too) so I went into the studio.
Sometime through the shoot, I saw Michael at the other side of the large room taking fotos for the siguiente magazine. The siguiente Vanity Fair was going to have a few picture pages of him, because he earned the título of "Sexiest Man Alive."
"Okay everyone, take ten." The photographer said. Just as he dicho that, Michael's photographer dicho the same. I hadn't seen him all day! He ran over to me and gave me a big hug, picking me up and squeezing me so hard that I couldn't even breathe. He eased his grip, brought me close to him, and gently kissed my lips.
"I missed you..." He kissed me again. "... don't leave me for so long again." He started to passionately kiss me and rub his hands up and down my back. One of the writers from Vanity Fair came up to us just as I was getting into it.
"Hey, are tu two dating o something?" Bruno said. "Because tu are a revolutionary designer and he is a mega star, this would make big news." Michael put me down and looked at him.
"Bruno, do me a favor and don't tell anybody about us until I want tu to. And so when I tell tu that I want tu to, tu will be the first one to tell the world."
"Sure, man. Can I tell the press that tu do have a romantic interest, but I can keep her anonymous?" He asked.
"You know, I've got a slick idea." I said.
"Just tell them that Michael Jackson found the circus oso, oso de Barry for now, because we did, and if tu do don't mention ANYTHING about me... They will be suspicious, then we'll call tu and give tu permission to tell them. Okay?"
"Yes Miss Barr, yes ma'am." He smiled and walked away. I turned to Michael.
"By the way, shouldn't we be careful about the way we act in public, I never thought about cameras till now?!?" I asked.
"Yeah, we really should, and we also need to---"
"Alrighty everyone, break over!" The photographers cut us off. "Places, places, places!!!" Michael kissed me one más time and ran back over to the backdrop area, as did I. When I went over there, the photographer talked to me.
"So, tu and Michael Jackson gonna start dating? I saw tu two over there... Michael was all up on you... Damn that boy is smoking hot." She said.
"I don't know what our relationship is considered, but he is really sweet and protective." After another couple hours of changing outfits and taking pictures in front of a green-screen and backdrops, I could finally leave. Michael was waiting at the door for me, even though he was supposed to have left a long time ago.
"Hey baby!" He gave me a hug. "Are the Calvin Klein fotos still as sexual as they usually are; if so, then I'm buying that magazine!" He said. I blushed.
"Why are tu still here?" I asked. It's not that I didn't like him, it's just that it must have been extremely boring waiting for someone at a DOOR for two o three hours.
"Because don't tu need an outfit tonight? Your house burned to the ground and I'm sure that tu didn't bring your fancy dresses to a funeral." He looked at me.
"Yeah, I was going to go pick up my friend jazmín so she could help me with finding a dress."
"Can I come?" He asked.
"Why? Men don't like to comprar for dresses."
"But I wanna see tu in a bunch of dresses... Make sure it's revealing and tu need double-sided tape to hold it up!" He laughed.
"Baby, it's bonding time for girls."
"I know, I was just kidding. tu should have seen the look on your face!" He bursted out laughing as I walked to my car. "Okay, see tu when tu get back, baby." I jumped in my car and dialed the number on my cell.
"Hey Haley! What have tu been up to the last couple days? Where are tu staying?" jazmín asked intently.
"Well, I finished the foto shoot. Since my house burned down I've met Michael Jackson---"
"Oh fuck! The sexy mega star?"
"Yes, the Thriller one."
"Yay! Okay... Go on."
"And he told me to stay over at his house until I can get another one."
"Ooo... Have tu had any sexual contact yet?"
"I'll tell tu later! But anyway, I have to go pick up a dress for tonight at the charity fundraiser and I want tu to help me pick one out." I said. jazmín gasped.
"Yay, I amor shopping!" She cheered.
"Okay, meet me at the front doors of the Promenade Mall."
"My God, what do tu want now?" He whined.
"Listen!" I whispered. We didn't say anything, and sure enough, five minutos later we heard CREAK CREAK CREAK. I took out my iPhone and searched up if new floors can creak. I showed Michael it dicho that they could.
"Get your clothes on, someone's going down tonight." We got up and threw on our clothes. Michael went over to the closet, pulled out a leather jacket, and put it on me. "In case we get más than we bargained for, I don't want tu to get cold."
"Thanks." The zip-up chaqueta was so warm and comfortable. Michael slid a seguro out from under the cama and took the key off his necklace. He unlocked it and took out a belt, and two straps. He loaded a few handguns and put a bag of más bullets on the cinturón, correa and one of the straps. He put a gun on each too, and then put a dagger and a longer sword on the other strap and on the belt. He fastened the cinturón, correa around his waist and gave me the two straps.
"Use these as thigh sheaths, slide them under your falda so that tu look innocent." I took them and adjusted them to me, and let my falda fall over it. He handed me three más handguns. "Put two in the chaqueta pockets, and keep one in your hand ready-to-shoot. I'll do the same. Follow me, and walk on the balls of your feet so that tu don't make a sound."
"Okay, how many pistolas do we need?!?" We started down the well-lit corridor, moving cat-like. We heard a growl, and went down the stairs as we followed the increasingly loud CREAK CREAK CREAK noises. A few glass things were shattered on the floor in the foyer. The front door was open all of a sudden, and so we stalked out the door and he closed it. My corazón pounded hard in my chest, almost like it wanted to get out, and tears ran down my cheeks in the nippy cold night air. It was about eleven/eleven-thirty at night, and we could see a brown object heading down the path to the amusement park. Michael hit the light switch when he opened the tool box in front of the house, and all the lights lining the paths and the amusement park flicked on. The brown object had stopped dead in its tracks, so we ran with our pistolas in hand as fast as we could to it. When we got to the fully lit amusement-park do tu want to know what was there? It was a big brown bear, stunned por the lights. Michael and I laughed.
"It was a oso, oso de this whole time... I forgot about the escaped circus bear... Found him!!! Now let's call the Animal Control to come get him."
"You got all worked up over a oso, oso de dude! He opened the locked door because he is trained, I've seen him in the mostrar before!" I laughed. Michael picked up his phone, dialed the number, and put it on speaker.
"Yes, hello, um... We've found the bear, it was in my house and we followed it. Now it's over here at the amusement park in Neverland."
"Michael Jackson found the bear! Awesome! Okay, we'll be right over there Mr. Jackson, hold up a minute." She ecstatically said. About fifteen minutos later, a yellow camioneta, van pulled up. The oso, oso de was sniffing at some flores when a few people in navy blue came over to him. The oso, oso de growled and walked away. An animal control employee came up to Michael.
"Michael, I don't mean to trouble you, but the oso, oso de doesn't want to come. animales fucking amor tu to pieces! So can tu lure the oso, oso de into the back of the camioneta, van for us?" She pleaded. "Pleeeaasseee!!!"
"Okay, okay. I'll do it." Michael walked over to the oso, oso de like it was nothing, and called. "Come here Barry, come on. tu have to go home, get in the back of the camioneta, van for me please." And Barry the bear, as if he understood what Michael said, followed him as he went over to the open back of the van. Michael pet Barry like he was a dog, and then Barry nudged him in the chest and walked into the van. The animal control officials shut the doors behind Barry and locked it. Another employee ran up to Michael and I.
"Oh my gosh! Michael Jackson! I mean... Can I---"
"Yeah, sure." Michael took a pen out of his pocket and a little notepad. He signed his name in script, ripped it off of the pad, gave it to the girl and hugged her closely. Everyone had gotten in the camioneta, van and drove off.
"How did tu know what she wanted?" I asked Michael as we headed back to the house, following the multi-colored light path.
"Pretty much anyone would be thrilled to have a hug and an autograph from me, I learned that when I was seventeen." He explained as he unlocked the door and led me in.
"Oh, good point. tu know, we are heavily armed and it was a bear." I said. He stopped and we glanced at each other in silence for a moment, and then we busted out in laughter.
"We were ALL serious like Jason o Mike Myers were after us!!!" He was laughing so hard tears fell out of his eyes. "Now let's go back to bed... I'm still so damn tired."
"What are we doing tomorrow, it is Monday tomorrow." I asked him as we walked into his room and took all the weapons off of me.
"I don't know but I have to go to the foto shoot for Vanity Fair, ask the Cosmopolitan magazine people to give the the lista with readers questions, and then go to the charity fundraiser and smile a lot tonight. I'll be gone most of the day, but when I come back we can hang out at the fundraiser. Do tu have anything on your schedule for today?"
"Wait, the fundraiser sponsored por Dawn with the fashion mostrar and performances at the Promenade Mall?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"I'm an actress, fashion designer, and model, so I have to make sure my modelos have their outfits for tonight for that event por calling them in the morning, model in Klein for the siguiente edition of Vanity Fair, and then the charity run-way show."
"Vanity Fair? Maybe we might run into each other!"
"Well, that would be awesome." I dicho as we lied down and fell asleep. At eight in the morning I took my ducha, ducha de Michael took his earlier, because he dicho being naked with me would be very dangerous. When I finished putting on my black elastic-waist romper with the Mary Janes, Michael came over and sat siguiente to me when I was going to call the eight models, RIGHT as I took my phone out.
"Can I give tu a French braid? I want to play with tu hair while tu are calling them." He asked sweetly. "I'll even leave out your bang on the side for you." He gave me those puppy-dog eyes of his.
"Okay, as long as tu don't interrupt me too much."
"Yay!" He sat down behind me and pulled me backwards up into his lap. I dialed the number for the first model, Sara.
"Do tu have the four outfits?"
"Yes." I called the other seven, and when I was done, my hair was in a perfect, tight braid with the one curled bang falling into my face. Michael kissed my cheek when I looked in the hand mirror he gave to me. It looked professional.
"Thank tu Michael. How did tu make the braid so straight without anything falling out?"
"It's a secret. Okay, bye. I've got to go now, and I'm pretty sure tu do." He kissed me on the lips as we were walking into the garage. He jumped into his Ferrari and I jumped into my Volkswagen, and we both went off. I drove to the studio that Vanity Fair shot things at (Michael wasn't there, he must have been picking up the preguntas and dropping the respuestas from the anterior ones too) so I went into the studio.
Sometime through the shoot, I saw Michael at the other side of the large room taking fotos for the siguiente magazine. The siguiente Vanity Fair was going to have a few picture pages of him, because he earned the título of "Sexiest Man Alive."
"Okay everyone, take ten." The photographer said. Just as he dicho that, Michael's photographer dicho the same. I hadn't seen him all day! He ran over to me and gave me a big hug, picking me up and squeezing me so hard that I couldn't even breathe. He eased his grip, brought me close to him, and gently kissed my lips.
"I missed you..." He kissed me again. "... don't leave me for so long again." He started to passionately kiss me and rub his hands up and down my back. One of the writers from Vanity Fair came up to us just as I was getting into it.
"Hey, are tu two dating o something?" Bruno said. "Because tu are a revolutionary designer and he is a mega star, this would make big news." Michael put me down and looked at him.
"Bruno, do me a favor and don't tell anybody about us until I want tu to. And so when I tell tu that I want tu to, tu will be the first one to tell the world."
"Sure, man. Can I tell the press that tu do have a romantic interest, but I can keep her anonymous?" He asked.
"You know, I've got a slick idea." I said.
"Just tell them that Michael Jackson found the circus oso, oso de Barry for now, because we did, and if tu do don't mention ANYTHING about me... They will be suspicious, then we'll call tu and give tu permission to tell them. Okay?"
"Yes Miss Barr, yes ma'am." He smiled and walked away. I turned to Michael.
"By the way, shouldn't we be careful about the way we act in public, I never thought about cameras till now?!?" I asked.
"Yeah, we really should, and we also need to---"
"Alrighty everyone, break over!" The photographers cut us off. "Places, places, places!!!" Michael kissed me one más time and ran back over to the backdrop area, as did I. When I went over there, the photographer talked to me.
"So, tu and Michael Jackson gonna start dating? I saw tu two over there... Michael was all up on you... Damn that boy is smoking hot." She said.
"I don't know what our relationship is considered, but he is really sweet and protective." After another couple hours of changing outfits and taking pictures in front of a green-screen and backdrops, I could finally leave. Michael was waiting at the door for me, even though he was supposed to have left a long time ago.
"Hey baby!" He gave me a hug. "Are the Calvin Klein fotos still as sexual as they usually are; if so, then I'm buying that magazine!" He said. I blushed.
"Why are tu still here?" I asked. It's not that I didn't like him, it's just that it must have been extremely boring waiting for someone at a DOOR for two o three hours.
"Because don't tu need an outfit tonight? Your house burned to the ground and I'm sure that tu didn't bring your fancy dresses to a funeral." He looked at me.
"Yeah, I was going to go pick up my friend jazmín so she could help me with finding a dress."
"Can I come?" He asked.
"Why? Men don't like to comprar for dresses."
"But I wanna see tu in a bunch of dresses... Make sure it's revealing and tu need double-sided tape to hold it up!" He laughed.
"Baby, it's bonding time for girls."
"I know, I was just kidding. tu should have seen the look on your face!" He bursted out laughing as I walked to my car. "Okay, see tu when tu get back, baby." I jumped in my car and dialed the number on my cell.
"Hey Haley! What have tu been up to the last couple days? Where are tu staying?" jazmín asked intently.
"Well, I finished the foto shoot. Since my house burned down I've met Michael Jackson---"
"Oh fuck! The sexy mega star?"
"Yes, the Thriller one."
"Yay! Okay... Go on."
"And he told me to stay over at his house until I can get another one."
"Ooo... Have tu had any sexual contact yet?"
"I'll tell tu later! But anyway, I have to go pick up a dress for tonight at the charity fundraiser and I want tu to help me pick one out." I said. jazmín gasped.
"Yay, I amor shopping!" She cheered.
"Okay, meet me at the front doors of the Promenade Mall."
