As they were riding on the 101, the rain pounded the windows of the limo relentlessly. Michael kept dozing off and jasmijn still had not regained coniciousness.
Bobby called Michael disturbing his nap.
"Mr. Jackson, is the young lady awake yet?"
"No."
"What are u going to do with her, sir?"
"I don't really have a choice, but to take her home pagina with me."
"Sir, I really hate to disagree with you, but I don't think that is a good idea."
"I don't really care what u think, Bobby. I'm not going to abandon this girl and I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do u understand?"
Bobby sighed and said, "Yes, sir, Mr. Jackson."
"Stop calling me, Mr. Jackson. Mr Jackson is Joseph, so please call me Michael. Now I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get to Neverland."
"Ok , Michael, Bobby zei and hung up the phone.
After he hung up the phone, Michael went to sleep.
A uur later, Bobby turned onto the Santa Yzez exit and drove straight to Neverland. When he got to the black iron gates that read, "Welcome to Neverland,he waited for the guards to let him pass. When they did, he drove to the main house and parked the limo. Then he opened the back window seperating the driver from the passagners.
"Wake up, Michael. u are home pagina now and it has stopped raining."
Michael woke up from his nap and picked up jasmijn again.
"Go hold the door open for me,Bobby.", he demanded.
Without a word, Bobby did what he was told and Michael carried jasmijn into his home.
"Michael Joseph Jackson, where have u been and who is that?", demanded Janet walking downstairs
"Relax, Dunk. She is my friend."
"What's her name?"
"Ummm... I didn't get a chance to ask her because she kind of uh fainted when she saw me.", he zei sheepishly and laughed.
Janet rolled her eyes and laughed too. Leave to Michael to make a girl faint before he could ask her name.
In his arms, jasmijn began to stir and he laid her on the couch.
"Now maybe u will get to ask her name now. That is if she doesn't pass out again.", Janet teased.
"Where am I? What happened? Why am I soaked?", asked jasmijn groggily.
"Don't u remember?", asked Michael gently.
When she heard his voice, she sat up straighter on the divan, bank and rubbed her eyes. She blinked several times not trusting her vision. She had thought that she was dreaming, but she was wrong because she was really with Michael and Janet Jackson. She was inside of Neverland, place that was made of childhood dreams and where every MJ fan around the world wanted to visit.
Michael smiled at her again and she could feel her hart-, hart skip a beat. When he smiled, it was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds on a rainy day. She stared into his beautiful almond-shaped doe-like eyes and slowly found herself studying his soft sexy juicy full lips. She wondered what he would do if she kissed him because she never wanted to kiss anyone meer than she wanted to kiss him. At that moment, he snapped his fingers and she blinked again.
"Miss, are u alright?", he asked.
"I'm fine.", she said.
"Good because u looked like u were miles away. I think that u should change out of those clothes before u get sick."
He turned to Janet and said, "Take her upstairs and give her a dry pair of clothes to wear until her clothes are dry."
Janet listened to her brother and took jasmijn upstairs to change into some dry clothes.
To Be Continued
Bobby called Michael disturbing his nap.
"Mr. Jackson, is the young lady awake yet?"
"No."
"What are u going to do with her, sir?"
"I don't really have a choice, but to take her home pagina with me."
"Sir, I really hate to disagree with you, but I don't think that is a good idea."
"I don't really care what u think, Bobby. I'm not going to abandon this girl and I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do u understand?"
Bobby sighed and said, "Yes, sir, Mr. Jackson."
"Stop calling me, Mr. Jackson. Mr Jackson is Joseph, so please call me Michael. Now I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get to Neverland."
"Ok , Michael, Bobby zei and hung up the phone.
After he hung up the phone, Michael went to sleep.
A uur later, Bobby turned onto the Santa Yzez exit and drove straight to Neverland. When he got to the black iron gates that read, "Welcome to Neverland,he waited for the guards to let him pass. When they did, he drove to the main house and parked the limo. Then he opened the back window seperating the driver from the passagners.
"Wake up, Michael. u are home pagina now and it has stopped raining."
Michael woke up from his nap and picked up jasmijn again.
"Go hold the door open for me,Bobby.", he demanded.
Without a word, Bobby did what he was told and Michael carried jasmijn into his home.
"Michael Joseph Jackson, where have u been and who is that?", demanded Janet walking downstairs
"Relax, Dunk. She is my friend."
"What's her name?"
"Ummm... I didn't get a chance to ask her because she kind of uh fainted when she saw me.", he zei sheepishly and laughed.
Janet rolled her eyes and laughed too. Leave to Michael to make a girl faint before he could ask her name.
In his arms, jasmijn began to stir and he laid her on the couch.
"Now maybe u will get to ask her name now. That is if she doesn't pass out again.", Janet teased.
"Where am I? What happened? Why am I soaked?", asked jasmijn groggily.
"Don't u remember?", asked Michael gently.
When she heard his voice, she sat up straighter on the divan, bank and rubbed her eyes. She blinked several times not trusting her vision. She had thought that she was dreaming, but she was wrong because she was really with Michael and Janet Jackson. She was inside of Neverland, place that was made of childhood dreams and where every MJ fan around the world wanted to visit.
Michael smiled at her again and she could feel her hart-, hart skip a beat. When he smiled, it was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds on a rainy day. She stared into his beautiful almond-shaped doe-like eyes and slowly found herself studying his soft sexy juicy full lips. She wondered what he would do if she kissed him because she never wanted to kiss anyone meer than she wanted to kiss him. At that moment, he snapped his fingers and she blinked again.
"Miss, are u alright?", he asked.
"I'm fine.", she said.
"Good because u looked like u were miles away. I think that u should change out of those clothes before u get sick."
He turned to Janet and said, "Take her upstairs and give her a dry pair of clothes to wear until her clothes are dry."
Janet listened to her brother and took jasmijn upstairs to change into some dry clothes.
To Be Continued
Eddie: All u gotta do is sing. Michael Jackson who can sing. And is a good looking guy. But he ain’t the most masculine fellow in the world. That’s Michael’s hook, his sensitivity. Women be saying, “Michael’s just so sensitive.” They eat that **** up. Mike know too, he be usin’ women in concerts. I seen Mike onstage in the audience, “Is it alright if I come down and sing this song to you?” Then if u don’t scream [enough during the show], Mike’ll get real sensitive and cry on yo’ ass.
u hear that record “She’s Out Of My Life”? Michael goes, (starts singing) “So I’ve learned that love is not posession and I’ve learned that love won’t wait and I’ve learned that love needs expression but I learned too (voice cracks) late.” (breaks into sobs)
Tito, get some a tissue. Jermaine, stop teasing.
u hear that record “She’s Out Of My Life”? Michael goes, (starts singing) “So I’ve learned that love is not posession and I’ve learned that love won’t wait and I’ve learned that love needs expression but I learned too (voice cracks) late.” (breaks into sobs)
Tito, get some a tissue. Jermaine, stop teasing.
Ok we need to stop and relize about what we're doing here. There is altot of people who will pretend to be a fan. Of a famouse person,just to make friends. But really we don't have to be a fake fan. We should be vrienden we both have out likes and dislikes. This is NOT what Michael want us to do is fight. Fighting never ever solve anything so just STOP. Just forgive and forget this ever happend. I just do have to say this DO NOT put any rude commentaren on other peoples post. We are not healing the world door fighing we're ruining it. Michael would be so upset with us if he was talking to us he will make us take a time out.
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MJHOAXEVIDENCE has geplaatst a video on YouTube with some of the most incredible evidence we have seen. He geplaatst screenshots of what he claims to be the official Jackson Twitter account with tweets about Michael coming back in June !!!!!! Oddly, The June come-back is also mentioned in one of the sightings reported below from Michael's personal psychic.Wow! What do u think? I don't know what I think.Be sure to check the video out.If u can't find it I'll post it.Ok. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Presley 'didn't turn her back' on Jackson:
Michael Jackson's ex-wife Lisa Marie Presley has fought back rumours that she ignored an SOS message from the 'Thriller' singer before his death.
Elvis's daughter was reported to be wracked with guilt over her dismissal of a voicemail from Jackson 2 years geleden in which he zei he was losing control of his life.
A bron apparently told us Weekly: [Jackson] zei he needed [presley's] help because his life was spinning out of control and begged her to call him But she never did. She kept saying ''I should've done something'' and blames herself.
Presley's spokesperson dismissed the reports as rubbish saying: ''I don't believe this is true''
Michael Jackson's ex-wife Lisa Marie Presley has fought back rumours that she ignored an SOS message from the 'Thriller' singer before his death.
Elvis's daughter was reported to be wracked with guilt over her dismissal of a voicemail from Jackson 2 years geleden in which he zei he was losing control of his life.
A bron apparently told us Weekly: [Jackson] zei he needed [presley's] help because his life was spinning out of control and begged her to call him But she never did. She kept saying ''I should've done something'' and blames herself.
Presley's spokesperson dismissed the reports as rubbish saying: ''I don't believe this is true''
It's another Michael Jackson mega-tease -- 10 brand new snippets from every song on the upcoming album have gone public ... just days before the album is set for release.
30 seconden from each song appeared on the Internet this weekend -- which adds up to a pretty badass five-minute voorbeeld of the new album titled, "MICHAEL."
The full album is scheduled to be released volgende week.
u can visit the link to hear them....!!!! link
30 seconden from each song appeared on the Internet this weekend -- which adds up to a pretty badass five-minute voorbeeld of the new album titled, "MICHAEL."
The full album is scheduled to be released volgende week.
u can visit the link to hear them....!!!! link
one: His smile.
two: His hair.
three: His personality.
four: His sweetness.
Five: His beauty.
Six :His hottness.
Seven: How loving he is.
Eight: His sexieness.
Nine: His shyness.
Ten: His shoes.
Eleven: His Bad outfit.
Twelve: His Beat it outfit.
Thirteen: His Thriller Jacket.
Fifteen: How he donated so much money.
Sixteen: He was nice to everyone.
Eighteen: How he was always cheerful.
Nineteen: How he love all his fans.
Twentey: His Dancing.
TwentyOne: His singing.
TwenteyTwo: His Bad album.
TwenteyThree: His Thriller Album.
TwentyFour: All his music.
TwentyFive: His eyes.
TwentySix: His face.
TwenteySeven: His clothes.
TwentyEight: His house.
TwenteyNine: His Interests
Thirty: His love for the world.
two: His hair.
three: His personality.
four: His sweetness.
Five: His beauty.
Six :His hottness.
Seven: How loving he is.
Eight: His sexieness.
Nine: His shyness.
Ten: His shoes.
Eleven: His Bad outfit.
Twelve: His Beat it outfit.
Thirteen: His Thriller Jacket.
Fifteen: How he donated so much money.
Sixteen: He was nice to everyone.
Eighteen: How he was always cheerful.
Nineteen: How he love all his fans.
Twentey: His Dancing.
TwentyOne: His singing.
TwenteyTwo: His Bad album.
TwenteyThree: His Thriller Album.
TwentyFour: All his music.
TwentyFive: His eyes.
TwentySix: His face.
TwenteySeven: His clothes.
TwentyEight: His house.
TwenteyNine: His Interests
Thirty: His love for the world.