.Michael Jackson

The suivant Morning
Michael was the first one to wake up. He turned and looked at Janelle, who was still asleep. He looked at the table, tableau clock and saw that it was almost 11am. He turned back to Janelle and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Janelle? salut Janelle, it's time to wake up." He whispered.
She moved slightly, but didn't wake up. Michael got out of the lit carefully and stretched and went over to Janelle's side. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook her a little.
"Janelle? Wake up, Janelle. It's 11am."
She still wouldn't wake up. He leaned down and kissed her cheek and she woke up.
"AH!" She screamed...

It was another jour without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What toi want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do toi want from me?" I moaned "I got something for toi , babe." He a dit as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did toi get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in lit drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have toi brought...