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TRUE MICHAEL JACKSON FANS! the story? read it :)?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By I ♥ hippie! At 2011.03,1 Answers

people were having trouble getting to my blog. so heres everything i have so far :)

STAR IF YOU LIKE! LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK.
LOVE YOU GUYSSSS.


"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare

TRUE MICHAEL JACKSON FANS! the story? read it :)?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By I ♥ hippie! At 2011.03,1 Answers

people were having trouble getting to my blog. so heres everything i have so far :)

STAR IF YOU LIKE! LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK.
LOVE YOU GUYSSSS.


"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare

Continuation of my MICHAEL JACKSON story? please read!?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By Stranger in the World™ At 2009.12,1 Answers

"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart. He screams, so innocent and child-like, and speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He flashes that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.

... To be continued.

STAR IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE :)
What do you guys think??

Continuation of my MICHAEL JACKSON story? please read!?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By Stranger in the World™ At 2011.03,1 Answers

"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart. He screams, so innocent and child-like, and speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He flashes that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.

... To be continued.

STAR IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE :)
What do you guys think??

A question for true Michael Jackson fans? Wow?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By MJ is Kewl At 2011.03,1 Answers

hey guys. this is the beginning of what could be a short story. so let me know what you think :)

"ring ring"...
"ring ring"...
Oh gosh. Please answer!
The door creaks open and there stands the most beautiful man i had ever seen.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth and holds out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you"
I hesitant to grab his hand for a second. One, because he has giant snake around his neck. Two because my palms are sweating profusely.
Deep breaths... Deep breaths I tell myself.
" Hello.. Michael.. I'm Lauren.."

The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Manequins hovering over me. I immediately sat up and inspected my surroundings. Oh my gosh, could this really be reality? Am I really inside of his house?
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful smile is staring back at me.
"oh my gosh! Michael, i'm so so sorry. I dont know what happened. I.. I."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. Its the laugh of a choir of angels.
" Its ok. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says with a smile. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
" Of course," i say a little too loudly. He takes my hand and we walk outside.

... to be continued.

STAR IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE :)

A question for true Michael Jackson fans? Wow?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By MJ is Kewl At 2009.12,1 Answers

hey guys. this is the beginning of what could be a short story. so let me know what you think :)

"ring ring"...
"ring ring"...
Oh gosh. Please answer!
The door creaks open and there stands the most beautiful man i had ever seen.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth and holds out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you"
I hesitant to grab his hand for a second. One, because he has giant snake around his neck. Two because my palms are sweating profusely.
Deep breaths... Deep breaths I tell myself.
" Hello.. Michael.. I'm Lauren.."

The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Manequins hovering over me. I immediately sat up and inspected my surroundings. Oh my gosh, could this really be reality? Am I really inside of his house?
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful smile is staring back at me.
"oh my gosh! Michael, i'm so so sorry. I dont know what happened. I.. I."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. Its the laugh of a choir of angels.
" Its ok. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says with a smile. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
" Of course," i say a little too loudly. He takes my hand and we walk outside.

... to be continued.

STAR IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE :)

Michael Jackson Fans: I have a serious question to ask about Michael Jackson...?
Asked By Billaye Jiane,Last Answer By TUFguy At 2009.12,1 Answers

I apologize if this is misleading, Michael Jackson fans, but this is actually for the Michael Jackson haters since they like to click on the questions for the fans only. I really want to know this, MJ haters... why do you all hate Michael Jackson so much?

You don't have to like him, his personality, or the things he have done in his life, but at least SHOW and HAVE some RESPECT for his TALENT. He contributed a lot of things to this world, but what have you done to contribute to the world? This man is dead and you all are dragging his name through the mud. I just would like for you to answer this and give me an ACTUAL reason why and I won't thumbs down your opinion.

Michael Jackson Fans: How would you describe Michael?
Asked By I Miss MJ & I'm Bad.,Last Answer By Be A Rebel!! At 2011.03,1 Answers

How would you describe Michael using only one word for each of the letters of his name?

M =
I =
C =
H =
A =
E =
L =

J =
A =
C =
K =
S =
O =
N =

Star if you like or love MJ

Michael Jackson fans. What do you like better?
Asked By Michael's P.Y.T.,Last Answer By Dirtay Diana [HAPPY BDAY LOVE] At 2009.12,1 Answers

Michael Jackson fans?
Asked By Man in the mirror ♥,Last Answer By Stяαηgєя Iη Aяizoηα♠At 2009.12,1 Answers

This or That :)

speechless OR man in the mirror?
this is it OR human nature?
ghosts OR is it scary?
beat it OR bad?
smooth criminal OR billie jean?
weve had enough OR morphine?
stranger in moscow OR give into me?
just good friends OR dangerous?
jam OR in the closet?
blood on the dancefloor OR remember the time?
ill be there OR i want you back?
dont stop till you get enough OR rock with you?
thriller OR black or white?
they dont really care about us OR leave me alone?
dangerous OR you are not alone?
streetwalker OR you rock my world?
working day and night OR off the wall?
we are the world OR heal the world?
earth song OR smile?
dirty diana OR the way you make me feel?


fedora OR aviators?
glitter glove OR glitter socks?
glitter jacket OR thriller jacket?
jheri curls OR long curls?


star if you liked it :)

Michael Jackson fans?
Asked By [R],Last Answer By Scream4BillieJean At 2009.12,1 Answers

What is a jacksonist? how did you find out what it is?

star if you are one!

Michael Jackson Fans only?
Asked By MJForever [SANTA],Last Answer By MJ; Gone Too Soon<3 At 2009.12,1 Answers

Here's a game! write a message that you would give to Michael or a little story but you have to use song names in it!

for Example:
Michael, i just can't stop loving you because you always wanted to heal the world....and so on...

*Michael Jackson Fans* Do you guys ever wonder....?
Asked By MJ forever <3,Last Answer By Lulu At 2009.12,1 Answers

Do you guys ever wonder what all the other Michael Jackson fans are like or what they look like and stuff ? I always do ! For me, the avatar does it a lot. Most of us have MJ avatars and so if you have one of him smiling I always think you're a happy person :) If you have an avatar of him as a child then I always think you're really funny and smiley :) You know what I mean........

But it's kinda impossible for Break Of Dawnie....she's always got a different avatar ! :D I think she's.....unpredictable ? :D


What do you think of MY avatar !? It's LURRRVLY !

Who is one of your favourite users ?

If you became famous, would you still come on Y!A ? Would you keep everything MJ related ? I know it's random ! I'm just like that :) I'd keep coming :) And keep it all MJ related :D

And do you like scenarios ? I love them ! But mine keep getting deleted *sigh* It's annoying. WAAAH ! :'(

Love you all MJ Fan Fam ! <3

Where were all these Michael Jackson fans when he was alive?
Asked By Bozz Mozz,Last Answer By moonie At 2009.12,1 Answers

All I ever heard out of people before a year ago was accusations and criticism. Now all of the sudden he's adored all over the place.

Michael Jackson fans, click here!!?
Asked By [R],Last Answer By ♥♫♥ JJ ♥♫♥ ♥ I L At 2009.12,1 Answers

i am sick of all these haters on here, they are starting to outnumber the fans!
from now on, whenever i see a question that insults MJ, calls peope 'fake', is just there to piss the fans off, or anything that i wouldn't have a nice answer for, im gonna ignore it.
i think all the fans should do the same. dont thank them for the 2 points, dont prove them wrong (they obvsly. wont listen), dont insult them, just ignore them!
STAR if your with me!!


QUESTION -- What do you think would of happened with MJ and Tatiana if she never got fired?

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