Jaycee's P.O.V.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go home so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the street and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst day of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I love fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? You haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat next to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " You gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made by La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I love him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! You better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole day preparing it!"
For the next five minutes I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine or Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help you there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' or something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent puppy look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can you play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating tea and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the couch watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in bed and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' Hey Jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope you feel better. Listen, when you get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I love him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go home so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the street and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst day of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I love fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? You haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat next to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " You gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made by La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I love him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! You better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole day preparing it!"
For the next five minutes I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine or Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help you there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' or something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent puppy look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can you play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating tea and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the couch watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in bed and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' Hey Jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope you feel better. Listen, when you get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I love him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
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 by homicide or 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 by homicide or 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.
The Next day Michael woke up notice that he was on floor and he just remember that he passed out so he got up and then he took a cold shower and he just wanted to chill out for today. Michael just put on hes PJS and he just watch some football and play some video games and then Usher call Michael and Usher say " yo Michael how are u feeling?" Michael say " i am doing good" Usher say " thats good but u know we have a job tonight right? Michael say " NO i didnt know u didnt even call me early but anyway i am not going" Usher say " What??" Michael say " I am not going Bit** " Usher say " u know what when I see u i am kill " Michael say " whatever " Usher say " watch u wish u was dead already" sorry whats happen when Usher sees Michael is he gonna get killed or stay alive. To be contuine
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On the two-year anniversary of the death of Michael Jackson ... gunshots were fired just a few houses away from where fans were getting set to tour the home MJ lived in during his stint in Las Vegas -- and law enforcement sources tell us ... it was a dog that caught a bullet.
According to a witness on scene, the shots were fired approximately 3-4 houses away from the where the MJ tour was going down.
There were already cops in the area for the a minor disturbance at the Jackson event (see photo above, taken before shots were fired) and we're told they rushed over to where the shots came from.
Law enforcement sources tell us ... an officer was attacked by a dog, and had to shoot it to get it to stop. No word yet on the condition of the dog.
According to a witness on scene, the shots were fired approximately 3-4 houses away from the where the MJ tour was going down.
There were already cops in the area for the a minor disturbance at the Jackson event (see photo above, taken before shots were fired) and we're told they rushed over to where the shots came from.
Law enforcement sources tell us ... an officer was attacked by a dog, and had to shoot it to get it to stop. No word yet on the condition of the dog.
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.
Sources directly connected to Dr. Conrad Murray tell TMZ ... the Doc will not accept any plea bargain from the L.A. County District Attorney in the Michael Jackson manslaughter case.
We're told Dr. Murray feels so strongly about his innocence, even a plea with no jail time would be out of the question.
Fact is ... Dr. Murray shouldn't hold his breath, because no plea bargain has been offered and sources tell us the D.A. will not offer one.
As for Murray's defense ... we're told the centerpiece revolves around the fact that only two people were in the room around the time MJ died, and Murray insists he did not administer the fatal dose of Propofol.
The operating theory of Murray's lawyers -- when the Doc left to go to the bathroom, a frustrated MJ woke up and administered the fatal dose himself in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.
We're told Dr. Murray feels so strongly about his innocence, even a plea with no jail time would be out of the question.
Fact is ... Dr. Murray shouldn't hold his breath, because no plea bargain has been offered and sources tell us the D.A. will not offer one.
As for Murray's defense ... we're told the centerpiece revolves around the fact that only two people were in the room around the time MJ died, and Murray insists he did not administer the fatal dose of Propofol.
The operating theory of Murray's lawyers -- when the Doc left to go to the bathroom, a frustrated MJ woke up and administered the fatal dose himself in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.
With the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death approaching -- one helicopter company is giving fans the chance to pay their respects ... by raining flowers down around Neverland ... mid-flight.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer by chucking his favorite flower -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fans are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer by chucking his favorite flower -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fans are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
