Right after Michael fell asleep, I head CREAK CREAK CREAK again. I shook him violently, and he woke back up.

"My God, what do you want now?" He whined.

"Listen!" I whispered. We didn't say anything, and sure enough, five minutes later we heard CREAK CREAK CREAK. I took out my iPhone and searched up if new floors can creak. I showed Michael it said that they could.

"Get your clothes on, someone's going down tonight." We got up and threw on our clothes. Michael went over to the closet, pulled out a leather jacket, and put it on me. "In case we get more than we bargained for, I don't want you to get cold."

"Thanks." The zip-up jacket was so warm and comfortable. Michael slid a safe out from under the bed and took the key off his necklace. He unlocked it and took out a belt, and two straps. He loaded a few handguns and put a bag of more bullets on the belt and one of the straps. He put a gun on each too, and then put a dagger and a longer sword on the other strap and on the belt. He fastened the belt around his waist and gave me the two straps.

"Use these as thigh sheaths, slide them under your skirt so that you look innocent." I took them and adjusted them to me, and let my skirt fall over it. He handed me three more handguns. "Put two in the jacket pockets, and keep one in your hand ready-to-shoot. I'll do the same. Follow me, and walk on the balls of your feet so that you don't make a sound."

"Okay, how many guns do we need?!?" We started down the well-lit corridor, moving cat-like. We heard a growl, and went down the stairs as we followed the increasingly loud CREAK CREAK CREAK noises. A few glass things were shattered on the floor in the foyer. The front door was open all of a sudden, and so we stalked out the door and he closed it. My heart pounded hard in my chest, almost like it wanted to get out, and tears ran down my cheeks in the nippy cold night air. It was about eleven/eleven-thirty at night, and we could see a brown object heading down the path to the amusement park. Michael hit the light switch when he opened the tool box in front of the house, and all the lights lining the paths and the amusement park flicked on. The brown object had stopped dead in its tracks, so we ran with our guns in hand as fast as we could to it. When we got to the fully lit amusement-park do you want to know what was there? It was a big brown bear, stunned by the lights. Michael and I laughed.

"It was a bear this whole time... I forgot about the escaped circus bear... Found him!!! Now let's call the Animal Control to come get him." 

"You got all worked up over a bear dude! He opened the locked door because he is trained, I've seen him in the show before!" I laughed. Michael picked up his phone, dialed the number, and put it on speaker.

"Yes, hello, um... We've found the bear, it was in my house and we followed it. Now it's over here at the amusement park in Neverland."

"Michael Jackson found the bear! Awesome! Okay, we'll be right over there Mr. Jackson, hold up a minute." She ecstatically said. About fifteen minutes later, a yellow van pulled up. The bear was sniffing at some flowers when a few people in navy blue came over to him. The bear growled and walked away. An animal control employee came up to Michael.

"Michael, I don't mean to trouble you, but the bear doesn't want to come. Animals fucking love you to pieces! So can you lure the bear into the back of the van for us?" She pleaded. "Pleeeaasseee!!!"

"Okay, okay. I'll do it." Michael walked over to the bear like it was nothing, and called. "Come here Barry, come on. You have to go home, get in the back of the van for me please." And Barry the bear, as if he understood what Michael said, followed him as he went over to the open back of the van. Michael pet Barry like he was a dog, and then Barry nudged him in the chest and walked into the van. The animal control officials shut the doors behind Barry and locked it. Another employee ran up to Michael and I.

"Oh my gosh! Michael Jackson! I mean... Can I---"

"Yeah, sure." Michael took a pen out of his pocket and a little notepad. He signed his name in script, ripped it off of the pad, gave it to the girl and hugged her closely. Everyone had gotten in the van and drove off.

"How did you know what she wanted?" I asked Michael as we headed back to the house, following the multi-colored light path.

"Pretty much anyone would be thrilled to have a hug and an autograph from me, I learned that when I was seventeen." He explained as he unlocked the door and led me in.

"Oh, good point. You know, we are heavily armed and it was a bear." I said. He stopped and we glanced at each other in silence for a moment, and then we busted out in laughter.

"We were ALL serious like Jason or Mike Myers were after us!!!" He was laughing so hard tears fell out of his eyes. "Now let's go back to bed... I'm still so damn tired." 

"What are we doing tomorrow, it is Monday tomorrow." I asked him as we walked into his room and took all the weapons off of me.

"I don't know but I have to go to the photo shoot for Vanity Fair, ask the Cosmopolitan magazine people to give the the list with readers questions, and then go to the charity fundraiser and smile a lot tonight. I'll be gone most of the day, but when I come back we can hang out at the fundraiser. Do you have anything on your schedule for today?"

"Wait, the fundraiser sponsored by Dawn with the fashion show and performances at the Promenade Mall?" I asked.

"Yeah!"

"I'm an actress, fashion designer, and model, so I have to make sure my models have their outfits for tonight for that event by calling them in the morning, model in Klein for the next edition of Vanity Fair, and then the charity run-way show."

"Vanity Fair? Maybe we might run into each other!"

"Well, that would be awesome." I said as we lied down and fell asleep. At eight in the morning I took my shower Michael took his earlier, because he said being naked with me would be very dangerous. When I finished putting on my black elastic-waist romper with the Mary Janes, Michael came over and sat next to me when I was going to call the eight models, RIGHT as I took my phone out.

"Can I give you a French braid? I want to play with you hair while you are calling them." He asked sweetly. "I'll even leave out your bang on the side for you." He gave me those puppy-dog eyes of his.

"Okay, as long as you don't interrupt me too much."

"Yay!" He sat down behind me and pulled me backwards up into his lap. I dialed the number for the first model, Sara.

"Do you have the four outfits?"

"Yes." I called the other seven, and when I was done, my hair was in a perfect, tight braid with the one curled bang falling into my face. Michael kissed my cheek when I looked in the hand mirror he gave to me. It looked professional.

"Thank you Michael. How did you make the braid so straight without anything falling out?"

"It's a secret. Okay, bye. I've got to go now, and I'm pretty sure you do." He kissed me on the lips as we were walking into the garage. He jumped into his Ferrari and I jumped into my Volkswagen, and we both went off. I drove to the studio that Vanity Fair shot things at (Michael wasn't there, he must have been picking up the questions and dropping the answers from the previous ones too) so I went into the studio.

Sometime through the shoot, I saw Michael at the other side of the large room taking photos for the next magazine. The next Vanity Fair was going to have a few picture pages of him, because he earned the title of "Sexiest Man Alive."

"Okay everyone, take ten." The photographer said. Just as he said that, Michael's photographer said the same. I hadn't seen him all day! He ran over to me and gave me a big hug, picking me up and squeezing me so hard that I couldn't even breathe. He eased his grip, brought me close to him, and gently kissed my lips.

"I missed you..." He kissed me again. "... don't leave me for so long again." He started to passionately kiss me and rub his hands up and down my back. One of the writers from Vanity Fair came up to us just as I was getting into it.

"Hey, are you two dating or something?" Bruno said. "Because you are a revolutionary designer and he is a mega star, this would make big news." Michael put me down and looked at him.

"Bruno, do me a favor and don't tell anybody about us until I want you to. And so when I tell you that I want you to, you will be the first one to tell the world." 

"Sure, man. Can I tell the press that you do have a romantic interest, but I can keep her anonymous?" He asked.

"You know, I've got a slick idea." I said.

"Just tell them that Michael Jackson found the circus bear Barry for now, because we did, and if you do don't mention ANYTHING about me... They will be suspicious, then we'll call you and give you permission to tell them. Okay?"

"Yes Miss Barr, yes ma'am." He smiled and walked away. I turned to Michael.

"By the way, shouldn't we be careful about the way we act in public, I never thought about cameras till now?!?" I asked.

"Yeah, we really should, and we also need to---"

"Alrighty everyone, break over!" The photographers cut us off. "Places, places, places!!!" Michael kissed me one more time and ran back over to the backdrop area, as did I. When I went over there, the photographer talked to me.

"So, you and Michael Jackson gonna start dating? I saw you two over there... Michael was all up on you... Damn that boy is smoking hot." She said.

"I don't know what our relationship is considered, but he is really sweet and protective." After another couple hours of changing outfits and taking pictures in front of a green-screen and backdrops, I could finally leave. Michael was waiting at the door for me, even though he was supposed to have left a long time ago.

"Hey baby!" He gave me a hug. "Are the Calvin Klein photos still as sexual as they usually are; if so, then I'm buying that magazine!" He said. I blushed.

"Why are you still here?" I asked. It's not that I didn't like him, it's just that it must have been extremely boring waiting for someone at a DOOR for two or three hours.

"Because don't you need an outfit tonight? Your house burned to the ground and I'm sure that you didn't bring your fancy dresses to a funeral." He looked at me.

"Yeah, I was going to go pick up my friend Jasmine so she could help me with finding a dress."

"Can I come?" He asked.

"Why? Men don't like to shop for dresses."

"But I wanna see you in a bunch of dresses... Make sure it's revealing and you need double-sided tape to hold it up!" He laughed.

"Baby, it's bonding time for girls."

"I know, I was just kidding. You should have seen the look on your face!" He bursted out laughing as I walked to my car. "Okay, see you when you get back, baby." I jumped in my car and dialed the number on my cell.

"Hey Haley! What have you been up to the last couple days? Where are you staying?" Jasmine asked intently.

"Well, I finished the photo shoot. Since my house burned down I've met Michael Jackson---"

"Oh fuck! The sexy mega star?"

"Yes, the Thriller one."

"Yay! Okay... Go on."

"And he told me to stay over at his house until I can get another one."

"Ooo... Have you had any sexual contact yet?"

"I'll tell you later! But anyway, I have to go pick up a dress for tonight at the charity fundraiser and I want you to help me pick one out." I said. Jasmine gasped.

"Yay, I love shopping!" She cheered.

"Okay, meet me at the front doors of the Promenade Mall."