Michael helps me out of the giường and gave me a hug. " I'm so happy that you're awake!"
I smile at his childish grin. " Can bạn 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 tim, trái tim beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few giây before he start kissing me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will bạn be my girl?"
My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...
I came trang chủ after performing at a live performance for a âm nhạc awards because I was known as The Queen of Pop. When I came home, I looked at my answering machine and I noticed it was flashing. When I listened to the first message, it was my good friend, Quincy Jones. "Hey, Taylor. It's Quincy. I know bạn are busy right now probably still at the awards but I wanted to know that if bạn were busy tiếp theo Saturday and if bạn wanted to come over for a big celebration with all the people I have worked with. I hope bạn can com. Call me and let me know if bạn can. Talk to bạn later, girl. Bye"
WARNING:THIS WILL PROBABLY MAKE bạn CRY REALLY BAD. TISSUSE ARE HIGHLY RECOMENDED After the ordeal, John has been arrested and sentenced to 3 years in prison. Things have finally pretty much gone back to normal....but not for long
Deputy Anderson walks down the long prison corridors chacking to make sure all the inmates are in there cells. All seems the way it should until he comes across John's cell. In his cell he sees John hanging from the ceiling with a giường sheet tied around his neck. "Hey we have body in cell 1146, inmate killed himself, get cornor down here." Deputy anderson đã đưa ý kiến into...