Mickeyy ♥♥♥♥

While they were watching E.T., the most cliché thing happened; Michael and Brooke both went to grab some pop corn, maïs soufflé at the same time. As their hands touched, their hearts raced. They looked at each other and smiled. Michael grabbed hold of her hand and put his arm around her. Pulling her in close until she was lying on his shoulder, “Brooke?” Michael whispered.
“Yes Michael?”
“Um... Don’t worry,” Michael said, seeming unsure about whether he should ask her a question ou not. Brooke sat up and looked in to Michael’s big, brown eyes,
“What is it Michael?”
“Um, well I just wanted...

Prologue: ( this is a sequel to my first bad era fantaisie l’amour never comes easy when your a celebertiy)
Michael and Diane have been happily married for 3 years. Everything seems to be great, that is until Michael decides to tour again. Michael has not toured since his seconde daughter Abby was born.

Diane awoke to the sun shining through the window. Diane rolled over to give Michael a good morning kiss, but Michael wasn't there, his side of the lit was still made. Diane sighed and got up and walked downstairs to Michael's study sure enough there sat Michael hunched over alseep on the desk. Diane...

And I remember going to the record studio and there was a park across the rue and I'd see all the children playing and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work instead.
Michael Jackson

Because I think every child étoile, star suffers through this period because you're not the cute and charming child that toi were. toi start to grow, and they want to keep toi little forever.
Michael Jackson

Because I wanted to have a place that I could create everything that I that I never had as a child. So, toi see rides. toi see animals. There's a movie theater.
Michael Jackson

Because...

Bright red jacket. Jet black hat from which hangs a long brown curl
The very sight of this man always sends my cœur, coeur in a whirl
Pale ivory skin with a faint rose blush
Makes me burn with a fever as I feel my cœur, coeur rush
Long black lashes surround beautiful big brown eyes
I hold my breath as my cœur, coeur sighs
Luscious rosy lips in the shape of cupid
Not to Kiss them would be just plain stupid
Perfectly framed slim cute nose
I catch my breath as my eyes close
Glancing my way after what seems awhile
His angelic face breaks into a smile
My pulse is racing as he draws near
So grateful my thoughts he cannot hear
Holding...