A/N: this isn't supposed to be in the Link section....but leave it alone.
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"Whoa!! Be careful with me. I'm not a toy." He said. He sounded funny, so I just laughed. "Michael...I'll be right back...I have so much stuff I want you to sign!" I ran upstairs and I grabbed my shirt, my guitar, my violin, my flute, my Michael Jackson toys, and a bunch of other stuff. When I went back downstairs...Michael was watching T.V. He saw what they said about him on the news. About his disease, about his glove, and the way Justin Bieber is trying to copy him. "H-how do they k-know this much stuff about me?" He said. "Mikey... its okay." I set my stuff down. Who would shove something in The King Of Pop's face, and just sit? Not me! I patted him on the back. "Remember, like your song, 'It Don't Matter If Your Black Or White!'" Michael laughed at this. "Yeah. Thanks Jordan." Michael got up and hugged me. I sat there, dumbified, and in the daze, but when something hit my cheek, I woke up. Michael was kissing me! "Michael, what about Debbie?" He looked at me, then tears welled in his eyes. "I loved her, and I think that's why I made One More Chance for her. She said she didn't love me, and she divorced me. That left me, Prince, Paris, and Prince II (blanket) with no where to go, but Neverland. We stayed, and being a delivery man is my part-time job. My other job is singing, dancing, and preforming." He cried and went into the bathroom. Aww crap. What did I do this time? Oh, I JUST HURT THE KING OF POP'S FEELINGS!!! CRAP!!! He screamed from the bathroom, causing me to scream myself. "MICHAEL???" I ran to him. "M-my vitiligo...its getting worse..." he said. "Don't worry, here." I handed him a sparkly white glove. "Thanks, again." He slipped it on, and walked out. "Bye Jordan! See you later!!" ":3" I walked away. I just gave him my glove!! Yay!! :3
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"Whoa!! Be careful with me. I'm not a toy." He said. He sounded funny, so I just laughed. "Michael...I'll be right back...I have so much stuff I want you to sign!" I ran upstairs and I grabbed my shirt, my guitar, my violin, my flute, my Michael Jackson toys, and a bunch of other stuff. When I went back downstairs...Michael was watching T.V. He saw what they said about him on the news. About his disease, about his glove, and the way Justin Bieber is trying to copy him. "H-how do they k-know this much stuff about me?" He said. "Mikey... its okay." I set my stuff down. Who would shove something in The King Of Pop's face, and just sit? Not me! I patted him on the back. "Remember, like your song, 'It Don't Matter If Your Black Or White!'" Michael laughed at this. "Yeah. Thanks Jordan." Michael got up and hugged me. I sat there, dumbified, and in the daze, but when something hit my cheek, I woke up. Michael was kissing me! "Michael, what about Debbie?" He looked at me, then tears welled in his eyes. "I loved her, and I think that's why I made One More Chance for her. She said she didn't love me, and she divorced me. That left me, Prince, Paris, and Prince II (blanket) with no where to go, but Neverland. We stayed, and being a delivery man is my part-time job. My other job is singing, dancing, and preforming." He cried and went into the bathroom. Aww crap. What did I do this time? Oh, I JUST HURT THE KING OF POP'S FEELINGS!!! CRAP!!! He screamed from the bathroom, causing me to scream myself. "MICHAEL???" I ran to him. "M-my vitiligo...its getting worse..." he said. "Don't worry, here." I handed him a sparkly white glove. "Thanks, again." He slipped it on, and walked out. "Bye Jordan! See you later!!" ":3" I walked away. I just gave him my glove!! Yay!! :3
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. You can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was frozen in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If you think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. Sour tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.