~ Megan's point of view ~
We're now in Michael's private jet, flying back home. If tension in a room could kill, I think we'd all be dead. The look on Mr. Bray's face doesn't need no words to go with it. I can read his eyes. The way he looks at me . . I can just tell that he hates this so much. How Michael managed to get me on this jet with them, I don't even know . . but I'm happy he arranged it. That was utterly sweet of him.
We're not sitting next to each other . . in fact, I'm sitting three people away from him . . and one of the three people is Mr. Bray of course. What a shocker. I will show him that his lunacy is unfounded. He's creating all of this in his crazy head. Although, I am risking my job, so . . he may be right about that part . . but he sure as hell ain't right about Michael. I want nothing but GOOD for him.
Sheryl trips over my feet, manages to hold on to something but in the process her iced tea falls out of her hands, directly into Michael's lap. "Holy mary, I'm sorry, Michael!"
He starts laughing.
"Don't worry. . better iced than piping hot, am I right?"
We all laugh . . except Mr. Bray of course.
Michael changes his pants right in front of all of us. I'm not even looking in Michael's direction. I won't give Bill the satisfaction of catching me looking at Michael without pants on. I bet he would love that. So he can keep accusing me of being hot of him and what not.
"How about a little game?" Michael asks, sitting back down on his seat. "How about we play a little game . . to kill some time . . who's in?"
Litterally no one says a word. The tension in here is killing. Not even Sheryl's Ice tea accident brought up the mood. Michael is sweet for frying to lighten the mood, but I guess that won't be happening. I turn to face the window and close my eyes. Sleep doesn't sound so bad right now. Better than sitting here and watching Mr. Bray's sour puss face.
About 9 hours later we finally land. We all part ways and and catch cabs. Michael wanted to give me a proper goodbye hug but that didn't happen. Mr. Bray didn't leave his side for one second. We could've hugged, I guess . . but it just wouldn't have felt right.
I'm back home now. I just took a shower and sat down to answer some emails. I texted Ash and my mom to let them know that I'm back. Just as I'm about to fall asleep my phone starts ringing. Without looking who it is, I grab it and pick up: "Hello?"
"Has he proposed yet?"
"Ashley . . stop it"
"How was Italy? did you have a great time?"
"Well, not exactly . ."
"I got your text messages and I can understand how this bodyguard kinda ruined your trip"
"Kinda? . . yea he did"
"Are you ok?"
. . . . .
"I don't know . . so much happened in the last few days . . I had a normal life a few moments ago and now I'm in love with Michael Jackson . . I can't say I saw this coming"
"Well, I didn't either . . but girl . . you're living my dream . . literally"
"I know, babe . . I'm glad you forgave me . . kinda"
"Well, I threw up a few times but I'm fine . . don't worry about it . . this is great for you and I'm happy. I just hope this Bill dude will back off and let you guys have your time"
"Well, I don't think that will be happening any time soon . . if ever"
"Well . . he's not just some guy . . he's Michael Jackson . . it would've been to good to be true"
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Rain On Me
RomanceHe is the biggest star in the world . . everybody knows him. Michael loves his fans and he loves what he does but with fame there also comes a lot of sadness. Megan L. Miller is Michael's personal therapist. She's there for him when he needs a shou...
