When my 18th birthday passed, I moved out of my mom's house and got my own place. She wanted me to stay in New York because she didn't want to lose me like she lost Keenan. So I stayed close, I understood.
Michael's album was almost finished and he wanted me to come by his house to put the finishing touches on the album. He calls it our album. I just laugh and try not to blush. Other than that, he's been really sad since his friend Ryan White died. He was such a sweet boy.

I pulled up in front of Neverland gate and there he was in his red button up and black jeans, he was beautiful. He stood next to a golf cart waving at me. I waved back jumping out of my car I jumped into his arms almost knocking him over. Even though we've been working on the album, I haven't seen much of him. It's been phone conversations and me recording my verses and sending it over to him. We've both been so busy. This is actually the first time he's seen me since I turned 18 and I think he liked what he saw. "It's so great to see you!" He exclaimed, hugging me tightly. "I really missed you" he rubs my shoulders and looks me up and down "You look great..." I smile "you don't look to bad yourself Mike." I nudge his arm and laugh walking to the golf cart "Can I drive?" I say playfully grabbing the steering wheel "Sure" he says sitting next to me in the passenger side. He puts his arm around me and smiles. This is getting weird. But, I like it. I park outside the studio. "Neverland really is such a beautiful place. It's so relaxing" I sit back and close my eyes. "Yeah, I love it here.. I can get away from everything. I won't ever leave" he gets out and walks around to walk me out of the cart. "Such a gentleman" I giggle and grab his fedora, placing it on my head.

His studio was small and clean with an engineer and a small recording booth. There were pictures of different people he met and there was one picture that stood out. I grabbed it smiling. "God, I was so young." "Is that the picture from We Are The World?" Michael asks. He walks beside me and laughs. "You were so shy back then. You turned crazy red when I asked you to sing" he laughed harder. "Well, you were my favorite artist, I loved you...I still do" I close my eyes, realizing what I just said, hoping he didn't hear it. He looked at me, wrapped his arm around me and said "I love you too Jay.." And like a shock it went through my body...this was real. He loved me