Michael Jackson and your mother are friends since childhood. he’s one of the most famous American dancer’s and singer’s in the world. you grow up with him, he raised you better than your father. you loved him more than anything else in the world, and so did he. you didn’t care about his fame or wealth. he always understood and was there for you. even if you weren’t related by blood, you still saw him as a father you never had and he saw you as a daughter.

you two get along together pretty well, having a childish attitude sometimes, but it was funny. you were 17 and he was 32, you secretly had a crush on him, you loved everything about him. his smile, his voice, his body, his personality. but.. you knew it was wrong, he was completely oblivious about it and he had a wife.. 3 children.. but you did have a mysterious chemistry.. right now you and Michael were playing at his luna park, in Neverlands, with balloons. you haven’t seen him for a while, and you passed by. (his daughter, Paris. was your best friend. and you were a little protective over her. never allowing her to do drugs or being around bad influence)