~~Chapter 3~~
~~Home~~
"Oh I'm sorry, is something wrong?"
Sharon shook her head and quickly started cutting her chicken.
"So tell me about yourself," Michael insisted.
"You're in a mood to talk a lot today," Sharon said, trying to not look suspicious.
Michael laughed and said, "I have my days."
Sharon gazed at him for a second. "I want you to have something."
Michael watched curiously as Sharon went into her purse. She took out a shimmering gold watch, with Mickey Mouse on the face of the clock.
"Oh my God...." Michael whispered. He gazed at it from Sharon's hand.
"Take it. Go ahead." Sharon said smiling. "It's a very rare collectors item."
Michael took it and examined it. "Thank you so much."
"How would you describe it? In one word."
Michael gazed up at the ceiling for a moment."Mmmm...it's magical. The way it sparkles. It's beautiful."
Sharon smiled again. That watch connected her to Michael. She could feel his thoughts now. As long ashe had that watch, she was in complete control.
Michael sat in bed and stared at the watch Sharon gave him later that night. Many feelings ran through his mind. Feelings that, for some reason, he could not control. Ever since he and Sharon had lunch together his thoughts ran spinning. He could swear that he was in love. But how could he be when he knows nothing about her? He put the watch on his nightstand and fell into a sleep, leaving his thoughts in the real world behind him.
Sharon was at home in her room. Her room was covered wall-to-wall with pictures of Michael Jackson. More pictures than the biggest Michael Jackson fan could ever have. Behind all of the MJ memorabilia, were books apone books about magic and hypnosis. But now she knew the Michael went into a trance of relaxation, and it was time to work her own magic. Sometimes it amazed even herself how much power she had. She can control Michael's feelings, control his dreams, she could do anything she wanted. She could even make Michael hers. Forever. She laughed out loud with pride as she drifted right into Michael's dreams....
Another horrible night. Michael woke up early again and he tried everything to go back to sleep. The nightmare was worse than the night before. He didn't now how longer he could go without getting any sleep like this. As he prepared to leave the hotel to mix some songs in the recording studio, he wondered why he could remember every single dream so clearly, every single day. He scanned the bedroom to make sure he won't forget anything. His eyes caught the Mickey Mouse watch. The watch meant more to him than any award he could ever receive. Michael took the watch and put it on. Smiling to himself, he concluded his feelings for the night before. He loved Sharon. He had no idea why, but he knew he had found the love of his life.
Sharon watched Michael's Madison Square Garden concert after she came back from work. She felt so great because she had complete control of the man she loved. She was on a natural high. As she watches Michael pull out a suitcase and place it on a stool, kicking off the "Billie Jean" performance, the doorbell rang. She stops the tape and went to the door. To her surprise, it was Michael at her door with flowers in his hand.
"Wow, thank you so much," She said as she took Michael's gift. Michael smiled bashfully. Sharon now knew that she definitely had Michael under her grasp.
"May I come in?" he asked.
Sharon laughed happily. "Of course!"
Before Michael stepped inside, two little toddlers ran into the house. "I have a couple of people I would like you to meet." Michael announced.
Sharon watched in pure horror and disbelief as the kids jumped on her couch.
"Be nice now, okay?" Michael called out to them. He was still standing in the doorway.
"The small girl is Paris Katharine, and the troublesome one..." Michael laughed. "...is Prince Michael."
Michael stepped inside but Sharon was frozen at the doorway. She could not believe it.
"Where-where-where'd they come from?" Sharon stuttered, turning around.
"They were at a trip with my sister Janet. They just came home." Michael smiled as he picked up Paris.
"Those are YOUR kids???" Sharon cried, almost screaming.
Michael nodded.
"Hold on one second." Sharon said. She ran to the bathroom and shut the door. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself.
This can't be right, she told herself. He CAN'T have kids!
If Michael has kids, his heart would be loving someone else OTHER than her! She wanted his love all to herself. Sharon sighed.
"Oh well, I will just have to get rid of those kids then."