Michael Jackson

It was another day without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What you want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do you want from me?" I moaned "I got something for you , babe." He said as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did you get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in bed drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have you brought...

Night was coming quickly , so was Michael's dangerous side "Michael , are you done in the shower yet?" I knocked the door. He's been in there for an hour "I'm right here." he chuckled as I looked confused "Then whose in the bathroom?" I asked as Isis answered "Me." I knew it. I went to the other bathroom and took a shower and suddenly Michael was leaving "Hey , Nesha. I gotta go take care of some business. I'll be back okay?" I wrapped my body in a towel "Wait where you going?" I asked as he kissed my lips "Only God knows." He winked as I kissed him back. I let him go and started to think...

The next day , I woke up to a phone call "Hello?" I said "Hey Nesha , it's me , Michael." I filled my spirit with life "Hey Michael. How you doing?" He giggled at my excitement "I'm doing good and you?" Michael sounded so sweet "Good. Just got up and I'm ready for the world. Just need to brush my teeth." I joked as he laughed "You're so silly." he said as I laughed "Are you coming over today?" I desperately needed to know "Hmmm. Yeah I'll come over today." He said as we said goodbye and hung up. I still felt butterflies in my stomach "I'm so in love." I said to myself as my phone rang and...