We belong together Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson

A day with Micheal

Whitney pov
Michael took me to the motel room. I was in the shower. I was getting ready to get dress. I had my towel and rob wrapped around myself. "Hello?" I said. I saw Michael staring at me. "Yea miss Houston?" They said. "Yes this is she." I said. "We have your condo ready." She said. "Oh okay ummm, I will pick the key tomorrow." I said. "Okay have a good day." She said. "I hope you have a blessed day as well..." I said. I hung up the phone. I could see Michael staring at me. I saw him biting his lips. I went back into the bathroom and got dress. I was looking through all my clothes I had nothing clean. Where's is my mother or dad when you need them. I open my dry cleaner bag. I had a black dress. It was about mis thigh length. I had a video shoot today. I put on a jacket and the dress. I grab the shoes. "Michael! I have to shoot a video I completely forgot." I said. "I can take it to it and I'll pick up and we have our date later..." He said. "Well you don't have to leave you can stay and watch." I said. He nodded. I grab my bag with the pick dress in it. I didn't put any makeup on because they so everything at the video shoot. I put my stuff in the car. We went to the video. Clive looked upset. "Oh My goodness, Whitney you made it. Go into hair in make up and we shoot the you in the jeans on first. You have a jacket in this scene. You will be on stage.

When they finished. We shortage scene of me on stage. We had a bunch of people show up. I was having fun. "Okay Whitney can you put on the this one." We played am the song through out every scene. Michael was making me laughing. He was goofing off making funny faces.

Then we done another scene. Michael was playing around. Then I had to get dress in this puffy dress.