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 toi 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 toi 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 toi 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 suivant 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 toi are... But toi are so sweet. I've met toi before at one of your Jackson 5 concerts, we were both about fifteen, and I'm not sure toi remember the letters."

"Are toi kidding? I remember écriture to you, toi would always tell me I have fans that l’amour me when I was sad. Your favori desert is vanilla La Reine des Neiges yogurt from Cream Kingdom topped with whopper malt balls and gummy bears, one of the things toi a dit toi had a soft spot for. par the way, me too!" He took my hand and kissed it.

"How do toi remember all of that so well?" I asked. Michael opened up the drawer on his nightstand suivant to him and pulled out a pile of papers.

"I occasionally read them for inspiration. Other fans shoot me an email ou get me on Facebook, but toi 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 toi take the time to think about what toi 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 toi a dit toi had a good idea of what to do?" I whispered.

"Yeah, why?"

"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 toi 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 toi 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 toi 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 minute session, please?"

"No, not now. Maybe after we've found out what caused the creaking. Haven't toi ever seen one of those horror films 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 l’amour those horror movies, the couples are so stupid! I mean, come on, if there is a crazy line of deaths, should toi 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 montrer 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 suivant month." He sighed. "My parents are leaving today, so toi 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 par myself!" I crossed my arms.

"Alright, toi can tag along. I'm going to go get dressed, I would suggest for toi to also. Now get out of my room before my mother walks in ou something. She must not know toi are here, mostly my father." I walked across the hall and got into my room, silently putting on a short pleated kaki skirt, an orange 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 toi suivant mois at the Grammys okay?" His father Joe a dit brutally. I almost sneezed, but I held it back.

"See toi 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, toi think toi 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? toi have a Ferrari when toi 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 ou to an awards place. I drive around the Ferrari when I'm sneaking off to one of my producer's houses ou something to discuss something about planning." He smiled. "That and I l’amour the color red."

"Only toi 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 toi been doing? I'll tell toi who designed what, and let's just see how they look on you." He a dit 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, par 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 l’amour her so much, don't toi l’amour me baby?" He winked at me.

"Yeah, and I'm also staying with him. par 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, toi 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 toi 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 toi wearing something similar, dance with toi 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 toi think that toi can dance on stage with him when he sings that new hit song 'The Way toi Make Me Feel' in a short, uncomfortable outfit?" 

"Yeah, sure."

"Just remember who designed your clothes when toi walk with him, okay?"

"Alright."

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 favori 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 toi 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 toi should run in and run out as fast as possible before toi 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 toi ou Quincy ou 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 table, tableau 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 ou '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 rose shredded stuff?" He blushed.

"Ginger, cleans your palette so toi can fully taste the suivant 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 canapé in the main living room.