While they were watching E.T., the most cliché thing happened; Michael and Brooke both went to grab some popcorn at the same time. As their hands touched, their hearts raced. They looked at each other and smiled. Michael grabbed hold of her hand and put his arm around her. Pulling her in close until she was lying on his shoulder, “Brooke?” Michael whispered.
“Yes Michael?”
“Um... Don’t worry,” Michael said, seeming unsure about whether he should ask her a vraag of not. Brooke sat up and looked in to Michael’s big, brown eyes,
“What is it Michael?”
“Um, well I just wanted to know... do u like me?”
“Sure I do,”
“No, I mean... do u LIKE me?” Brooke couldn’t believe it. Michael Jackson, the Michael Jackson was actually asking her if she liked him. Naturally, of course, she didn’t need to think about it, but what had escaped her mind were the nerves...
“I, umm... well I guess I... umm... I... Yes. Yes I like u a lot, Michael. Is that weird?”
“No no, I’m actually relieved. ‘Cause I really like u too.” Brooke stared at Michael in amazement. He held her face in his hands and said, “You know, you’re the only girl I know that I have ever been able to watch anything like this with. u really are unique, and I love that about you.”
“Really? Well I don’t see why they wouldn’t like them. I mean, they’re wonderful and really make u think like a child again. I think that’s why I love them so much,”
“Wow, me too.”
After E.T., Brooke and Michael talked through The Three Stooges, Cleopatra, and 3 Charlie Chaplin films until 1am. Time had completely escaped them. Michael had stayed awake through all of it, but Brooke had fallen asleep half way through the Charlie Chaplin movies. Michael hadn’t realized she was sleeping until her head fell onto Michael’s shoulder. Trying not to wake her up, Michael slipped away to turn off the T.V. He picked Brooke up in his arms and carried her to the guest bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, pulled the sheets over her body, kissed her on her forehead and whispered, “Goodnight beautiful” to her.
The volgende morning, Brooke woke up, having no idea where she was. She sat up in the bed and rubbed her eyes. Suddenly there was a light knock on the door. As it opened, Brooke could see Michael’s head in the doorway. Once he knew she was awake, he walked inside and said, “How are you?”
“I’m fine,” she yawned back, “Where am I?”
“Don’t worry; u fell asleep last night, so I carried u to my guest bedroom,”
“Oh my goodness, was I here the whole night? Oh I’m sorry Michael,”
“It’s fine sweetie; u look really cute when you’re asleep anyway,” Michael said, pushing Brooke’s fringe out of her face. She couldn’t help but smile. She put her hand on top, boven of his as he held her face. Michael let go of her face to hold her hand. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Michael into Brooke’s bright, green eyes, and Brooke into Michael’s deep, brown eyes. Michael wanted her so badly, and he knew she wanted him too. He slowly leaned towards her, put his other arm around her waist and kissed her very gently. Brooke held Michael’s hand tight, not wanting to let go. Michael rested his forehead on hers, smiled and whispered, “Good morning beautiful.”
Part 5 coming up soon.
“Yes Michael?”
“Um... Don’t worry,” Michael said, seeming unsure about whether he should ask her a vraag of not. Brooke sat up and looked in to Michael’s big, brown eyes,
“What is it Michael?”
“Um, well I just wanted to know... do u like me?”
“Sure I do,”
“No, I mean... do u LIKE me?” Brooke couldn’t believe it. Michael Jackson, the Michael Jackson was actually asking her if she liked him. Naturally, of course, she didn’t need to think about it, but what had escaped her mind were the nerves...
“I, umm... well I guess I... umm... I... Yes. Yes I like u a lot, Michael. Is that weird?”
“No no, I’m actually relieved. ‘Cause I really like u too.” Brooke stared at Michael in amazement. He held her face in his hands and said, “You know, you’re the only girl I know that I have ever been able to watch anything like this with. u really are unique, and I love that about you.”
“Really? Well I don’t see why they wouldn’t like them. I mean, they’re wonderful and really make u think like a child again. I think that’s why I love them so much,”
“Wow, me too.”
After E.T., Brooke and Michael talked through The Three Stooges, Cleopatra, and 3 Charlie Chaplin films until 1am. Time had completely escaped them. Michael had stayed awake through all of it, but Brooke had fallen asleep half way through the Charlie Chaplin movies. Michael hadn’t realized she was sleeping until her head fell onto Michael’s shoulder. Trying not to wake her up, Michael slipped away to turn off the T.V. He picked Brooke up in his arms and carried her to the guest bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, pulled the sheets over her body, kissed her on her forehead and whispered, “Goodnight beautiful” to her.
The volgende morning, Brooke woke up, having no idea where she was. She sat up in the bed and rubbed her eyes. Suddenly there was a light knock on the door. As it opened, Brooke could see Michael’s head in the doorway. Once he knew she was awake, he walked inside and said, “How are you?”
“I’m fine,” she yawned back, “Where am I?”
“Don’t worry; u fell asleep last night, so I carried u to my guest bedroom,”
“Oh my goodness, was I here the whole night? Oh I’m sorry Michael,”
“It’s fine sweetie; u look really cute when you’re asleep anyway,” Michael said, pushing Brooke’s fringe out of her face. She couldn’t help but smile. She put her hand on top, boven of his as he held her face. Michael let go of her face to hold her hand. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Michael into Brooke’s bright, green eyes, and Brooke into Michael’s deep, brown eyes. Michael wanted her so badly, and he knew she wanted him too. He slowly leaned towards her, put his other arm around her waist and kissed her very gently. Brooke held Michael’s hand tight, not wanting to let go. Michael rested his forehead on hers, smiled and whispered, “Good morning beautiful.”
Part 5 coming up soon.
The Michael Jackson estate is tired of waiting for Lloyd's of London to pay out on the $17.5 million "This Is it" insurance policy -- so they're going after Lloyd's in court ... demanding they pay up, stat.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether door homicide of not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether door homicide of not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Today is the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death -- and the saga has played out like a soap opera about betrayal, jealousy, love, greed and redemption.
When TMZ broke the news, it triggered a flood of stories about Jackson's struggles with drugs, the doctors who enabled him, the mystery surrounding his death, a little known drug called propofol, a family war against Michael's estate, a full court press to erase Michael's debt, and a posthumous marketing campaign to rival Elvis.
Take a look at TMZ's timeline from the moment we found something was terribly wrong with Michael.
When TMZ broke the news, it triggered a flood of stories about Jackson's struggles with drugs, the doctors who enabled him, the mystery surrounding his death, a little known drug called propofol, a family war against Michael's estate, a full court press to erase Michael's debt, and a posthumous marketing campaign to rival Elvis.
Take a look at TMZ's timeline from the moment we found something was terribly wrong with Michael.
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u must believe
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