Aaliyah POV.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    So its the last day for me and Justin at Neverland, surprisingly Justin have not been actin like a jackass ever since two days ago i cussed him out cause he yelled at Michael for tickling me. He gon talk bout some Michael had his hands all over me, so i cussed him out and ever since then he havent even said a word non less then to be around. Liyah. I hear Michael knock on the door, yes Michael. Can I Come In. Sure, whatsup. You know you can stay a little longer, you dont have to leave. Michael I have to leave, its not like I can stay here forever. I say, my voice cracking a little. I can tell Michael is sad too. Come on Liyah just one more day, I promise ill make it the funniest last day here for you, please Sweetthang. Im looking away, but when I hear him call me that. It reminds me of the day I had to go on tour with him, and he kept calling me that. Really Michael, okay okay, but come on please BabyGirl. Omg if he dont stop begging like that, he gon make me jump on him toung him down, i swear. I mean he dont know this but CERTAIN men begging just turns me own for some unknown reason, and he just so happens to be one who could turn me on. Wait who am I kidding every thing this man does turns me on. I just realize that too, but I cant just risk getting hurt again. Liyah, BabyGirl. Common please. Ugh fine okay okay just one more day. He jumps up off his knees (see what i mean, he literally begged) and hugged me tight. Thank you Thank you Thank you liyah, i promise you wont regret it. He kisses the corner of my mouth and walks out of the room happy, while im just standing there shocked that he almost kissed me on my lips. Hey are you ready to go, Justin says all happy. No actually we are staying for one more day. Really Aaliyah, i thought we were susposed to leave today, i cant stay one more day with Jacko. That right just pissed me off, THEN YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN TAKE YOUR ASS HOME THEN. AND DONT EVER CALLL MICHAEL THAT, HE MIGHT BE AN ANNOYING ASS SOMETIMES, BUT HE IS NEBER NO E OF THE THINGS THE PRESS CALL HIM.  AND NEXT TIME YOU TALK ABOUT MY BEST FRIEND LIKE THAT IMMA BEAT YO ASS, AND IM NOT GON STOP TILL I SEE BLOOD. AND IF YOU DONT BELIEVE ME THEN TEST ME, I FUCKING TRIPLE DOG DARE YO ASS TO. OH AND I AM STAYING TOO, SO BYE JACKASS. I say pissed off, he just stares at me kinda like he is scared, good his ass better be talking bout my best friend like that. Im starting to think your cheating on me with this los... With him. Really Justin really, you can call me anything you want but a cheater will never be one of them. So i advise you to get YOUR fucking facts straight, before you come at me with some bullshit like that. And Now that im done talking, you can make your own way back home, when i get back. You better be gon, or imma raise hell. I cant even stand to see your face right now. Oh and ill be back home tomorrow around 11pm. So dont wait up. I walk out of the room. I make my way outside to Michael's Giving Tree. He told me whenever I need to think, or even write a song. I can use the Giving Tree, once I make my way up there. I just sit there and think, I think about everything too. Liyah, Liyah, Liyah. Huh what I say snapping out of my trance, I realize its dark outside. Wow how long have been out here for. Hours, i was inside looking all over for you. Then i remember my Giving Tree, when i climb up here you were all zoned out you looked like you were thinking hard about something. I was, I was just thinking about everything. Oh, so are you ready to go in now. Or do you wanna stay out here a little longer. A little longer. Alright then ill just come back later. No. Huh. No stay up here with me. I say, i can see him relax when i say that. Lets just sit here and look at the stars for a liitle while. Okay sure. We just sit there in silence looking at the stars, I put my head on Michael's shoulder, and continue looking at the stars. You know, I get my star. Yea. Well imma get your name put on it besides my name. I look at him wide eyed, can you even do that. Girl do you know who i am, not to brag or anything. But I Am THE Michael Jackson BabyGirl. If I wanted to get you a custom made police car with your name on it I could. You know what i might just do that too. No dont do that, and dont put my name on your star. Its your you deserve to have only your name on it. Not mine. And guess what else you dont tell me what do.