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Death Day: 6/25/09

-MICHAEL POV-

I hear my iPhone alarm go off

"7:22 AM.. ok, good... still have plenty of time"

I dismiss the alarm and suddenly realize that Y/N isn't by my side, cuddled up to me as usual. I quickly sit up and look around, then start panicking as I look in my bedroom's bathroom.

Not there.

"shit..shit.."

I curse under my breath then run out of my bedroom and start running down the hallways of Neverland.

"Y/N!! .. god where are you?"

-Y/N POV-

I walk along the beautiful sidewalk of Neverland, admiring the nature of the home I will never see again. I know once Michael is "dead" they're going to automatically sell it.. I doubt his family will buy it, or have it turned into a museum.

I wonder if Michael is up, I didn't wanna wake him up because he barely was able to sleep last night; I don't think either of us could sleep well last night because of the amount of stress we had on our shoulders .. I mean, Michael suffers from insomnia but I forgot to get him some more melatonin before we got home from rehearsals, but by the time we got home all the stores and pharmacies in LA were closed.

I put my earphones in one of my ears and start singing Whatever Happens as I enjoy the nice morning air, listening to an owl calling and birds chirping in some trees nearby.

-MICHAEL POV-

I run outside the front door of Neverland and stop myself, then I look down... I forgot I'm in my flannel pajama pants with no shirt on.. god forbid if paparazzi sees me like this I'd be even more front page.. I can see it now

' Wacko Jacko Runs Naked At Neverland Home! '

Wait.. what am I doing-?

"Robe..robe first."

I quickly run upstairs and grab my red robe and run back outside as fast as I could

"Y/N!! .. Y/N!!"

-Y/N POV-

I hear Michael calling my name in the distance and I turn around, seeing him running to me

I smile and wave to him, giggling

"Good morning!!"

He finally catches up to me and leans down with his hand on his knees trying to catch his breath, trying to say something but doesn't have enough breath to say it

"Are you good Michael?"
I smirk at him

He looks up at me with his beautiful brown eyes and nods, smiling a little. He looks down at the ground still trying to catch his breath

"I.. didn't know.."

Michael stands up and sighs quietly before continuing what he was saying

"where you were when I woke up so I panicked.. I thought they got you because they found out or something.. I dunno.. you know how I get when I panic.."

He frowns and I chuckle a little and intertwine our fingers, holding his hands tightly

"Don't worry Michael, I wouldn't let them take me.. I'd never let them lay a nasty little finger on me"