Later that night, Michael sat alone in his living room at the newly crisened Neverland Valley Ranch. He sat thinking in front of the fire, tracing a long finger lazily around the rim of his wine glass. Actually, he wasn't getting much thinking done at all. The only thought he'd been able to entertain was his and Mark's scene earlier.
Michael had come ہوم and, after dinner, promptly attacked the wine cellar. He was not upset with himself for behaving the way he had, but he did want to calm down. He kept anaylizing everything that had happened and was expecting himself to find fault with something, but he couldn't. It had felt right. It had felt good. And Michael wanted more.
He watched the آگ کے, آگ dance and entertwine as he took another sip of his cabernet. He could see his and Mark's bodies in the flames and it made him ache and crave for مزید passion.
Mark had simply left at the end of the دن with a guilty nod at Michael. They hadn't spoken a word since their little love mess. Mark seemed to understand that he was not quite fired, which was good, because Michael felt he had swallowed his tongue. There was business to be dealt with so the subject - their subject - had not presented itself.
Michael sipped again. It was 10:30. Could he just...call Mark? Right. Then what would he say? Michael looked at the phone sitting on the cushion اگلے to him and pulled his feet away, eyes wide, as though it might get him. Then he sat his glass down.
"I should just be myself. Just follow my دل and be myself." Michael furrowed his brow and bit his lip. That was sure to go over pretty kookie. "Hmf." Michael stood and tightened his maroon bathrobe. Then he stretched and scratched a bit. Perhaps he just needed to let this sit for a while. He was just thinking of digging through some boxes of ویڈیوز when the phone rang.
Michael quickly approached the cordless. He held his breath and read the ID log: Mark J. Deaver.
Michael whooped and punched the air nearly dropping the phone in the process. Then he meekly answered, "hello?"
"Yeah, hi Michael, it's Mark. I'm sorry to call so late, but I left some papers at the ranch that I really need." He کہا all of this very fast.
"Oh...well - ." Michael didn't know what to say.
"Could I سوئنگ, جھول سے طرف کی and pick those up?"
"Um, yeah...yeah, sure."
"Thank you. Did آپ let security go already? Will آپ just buzz me in?"
"Yes, they leave at ten. Wait. What do آپ mean 'buzz آپ in'?"
"The...the keypad Michael - at the front door. آپ know, آپ type in the code...to open all the...gates." Mark realised that poor Michael didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Oh. I, umm, what code is that?"
"Michael, man I'm glad I got your پچھواڑے, گدا covered. آپ mean to tell me you're locked up in there - no way out یا back in?" Mark was laughing at the absurdity.
"Well, I guess never thought about it. Where would I go?," he asked genuinly.
"When I scan my ID at the front gate you'll hear a tone so then آپ go to the keypad at the front door and مککا, عجیب الخلقت in the code. Got it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, the code is on the sticky note in your office on the computer monitor."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was the number for take-out." They hung up. Michael was excited, yet perturbed. Mark was coming back, but not for what he had hoped for. Michael picked up his glass and padded across the creaking wood floors up to his office. "Hmf, no wonder I never get any Chinese food."
Michael had come ہوم and, after dinner, promptly attacked the wine cellar. He was not upset with himself for behaving the way he had, but he did want to calm down. He kept anaylizing everything that had happened and was expecting himself to find fault with something, but he couldn't. It had felt right. It had felt good. And Michael wanted more.
He watched the آگ کے, آگ dance and entertwine as he took another sip of his cabernet. He could see his and Mark's bodies in the flames and it made him ache and crave for مزید passion.
Mark had simply left at the end of the دن with a guilty nod at Michael. They hadn't spoken a word since their little love mess. Mark seemed to understand that he was not quite fired, which was good, because Michael felt he had swallowed his tongue. There was business to be dealt with so the subject - their subject - had not presented itself.
Michael sipped again. It was 10:30. Could he just...call Mark? Right. Then what would he say? Michael looked at the phone sitting on the cushion اگلے to him and pulled his feet away, eyes wide, as though it might get him. Then he sat his glass down.
"I should just be myself. Just follow my دل and be myself." Michael furrowed his brow and bit his lip. That was sure to go over pretty kookie. "Hmf." Michael stood and tightened his maroon bathrobe. Then he stretched and scratched a bit. Perhaps he just needed to let this sit for a while. He was just thinking of digging through some boxes of ویڈیوز when the phone rang.
Michael quickly approached the cordless. He held his breath and read the ID log: Mark J. Deaver.
Michael whooped and punched the air nearly dropping the phone in the process. Then he meekly answered, "hello?"
"Yeah, hi Michael, it's Mark. I'm sorry to call so late, but I left some papers at the ranch that I really need." He کہا all of this very fast.
"Oh...well - ." Michael didn't know what to say.
"Could I سوئنگ, جھول سے طرف کی and pick those up?"
"Um, yeah...yeah, sure."
"Thank you. Did آپ let security go already? Will آپ just buzz me in?"
"Yes, they leave at ten. Wait. What do آپ mean 'buzz آپ in'?"
"The...the keypad Michael - at the front door. آپ know, آپ type in the code...to open all the...gates." Mark realised that poor Michael didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Oh. I, umm, what code is that?"
"Michael, man I'm glad I got your پچھواڑے, گدا covered. آپ mean to tell me you're locked up in there - no way out یا back in?" Mark was laughing at the absurdity.
"Well, I guess never thought about it. Where would I go?," he asked genuinly.
"When I scan my ID at the front gate you'll hear a tone so then آپ go to the keypad at the front door and مککا, عجیب الخلقت in the code. Got it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, the code is on the sticky note in your office on the computer monitor."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was the number for take-out." They hung up. Michael was excited, yet perturbed. Mark was coming back, but not for what he had hoped for. Michael picked up his glass and padded across the creaking wood floors up to his office. "Hmf, no wonder I never get any Chinese food."
![Summer Summer](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/226000/michael-jackson_226131_top.jpg?cache=1387236897)
Summer
![Michael Michael](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/226000/michael-jackson_226077_top.jpg?cache=1387148776)
Michael
Saturday...
I rolled up my قوس قزح socks and laced up my rolling skates. Mom came in and looked at my socks. " Summer Marie Jackson! What are آپ wearing?" she asked.
I looked at her and gave a sly smile. " Ma! The theme for the rolling skating party is قوس قزح Bright." I said, examining myself in the mirror. She let out a crackly laugh. " I don't know what I'll do with آپ Summer!"
Looking at the mirror, I sighed. I looked like a My Little ٹٹو mixed with a 70s Reject! I had on a قوس قزح Tie Dye شرٹ, قمیض with Purple Shorts. Complete with a bright مالٹا, نارنگی Newsboy ٹوپی with a گلابی Pom Pom on top.
I went to the rolling skating rink and had the time of my life! Though what I found out after I left might change my life forever.....
I rolled up my قوس قزح socks and laced up my rolling skates. Mom came in and looked at my socks. " Summer Marie Jackson! What are آپ wearing?" she asked.
I looked at her and gave a sly smile. " Ma! The theme for the rolling skating party is قوس قزح Bright." I said, examining myself in the mirror. She let out a crackly laugh. " I don't know what I'll do with آپ Summer!"
Looking at the mirror, I sighed. I looked like a My Little ٹٹو mixed with a 70s Reject! I had on a قوس قزح Tie Dye شرٹ, قمیض with Purple Shorts. Complete with a bright مالٹا, نارنگی Newsboy ٹوپی with a گلابی Pom Pom on top.
I went to the rolling skating rink and had the time of my life! Though what I found out after I left might change my life forever.....
![Asad Asad](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/225000/michael-jackson_225848_top.jpg?cache=1387016663)
Asad
![Fancy in her wedding گاؤن, gown Fancy in her wedding گاؤن, gown](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/225000/michael-jackson_225377_top.jpg?cache=1386020739)
Fancy in her wedding gown
![Danny Danny](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/224000/michael-jackson_224958_top.jpg?cache=1385463849)
Danny
آپ were there, before we came
آپ took the hurt, آپ took the shame
They built the walls to block your way
آپ beat them down, آپ won the دن
It wasn't right, it wasn't fair
آپ taught them all, آپ made them care
Yes آپ were there and thanks to آپ
There's now a door, we all walk through
And we are here, for all to see
To be the best that we can be
Yes I am here...
'Cause آپ were there
آپ took the hurt, آپ took the shame
They built the walls to block your way
آپ beat them down, آپ won the دن
It wasn't right, it wasn't fair
آپ taught them all, آپ made them care
Yes آپ were there and thanks to آپ
There's now a door, we all walk through
And we are here, for all to see
To be the best that we can be
Yes I am here...
'Cause آپ were there