MJ

The first rule y/n learned. Was very simple. Don’t get to attached to Michael. Her father made sure of that. “Make sure to stay out of his way, Don’t get involved.” Her dad had said that more than she could ever count. Adjusting his tie while he said it. Michael Jackson was just standing inside with his family waiting on his bodyguard and.. y/n. “Relax, ur just dropping something off.” Her father said while she was clutching a big red box. “Five minutes and ur back in.” Right. Five minutes. She steps out of the big car and walks up to the door. She knocks and the door opens. They didn’t expect such a young girl standing there.. young? She was the same age as Michael. In the box were video tapes of Michael’s music she had to return. Everything changed in less than three seconds. Michael: “hey bill!- a voice called. Her fathers name was bill. Michael: ”and who are you?” Hello sir, I’m y/n. The daughter of *she looks at the big car and then back at him* of bill.