Michael helps me out of the letto and gave me a hug. " I'm so happy that you're awake!"
I smile at his childish grin. " Can te take me home?" I say weakly.
Michael bit his lip and shuffled his feet " H-home? I-I don't know about that."
I looked down in dismay. Michael lifted my chin. " No need for that, Fancy."
My cuore beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few secondi before he start baciare me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will te be my girl?"
My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...