Chapter 13
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I was at work. After having a few days to myself to think. Everyone was happy that I was back. Paris still had not decided if it was going to be a good idea to open Neverland up to the public like she wanted to do.
Everyone was wanting to go in. I did not blame them. But it just was not safe to have them come in. The Lost Boys were protecting Michael. They wanted to keep him from crossing over.
Not that I really wanted to make my favorite pop star cross over.
That was gut wrenching to even think about.
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"Welcome back to work stranger" someone speaks up from behind me.
I whirl around to see Johnny.
"Hey, how are you?" I ask.
"Great! Work has been slow without you here" he tells me.
"Anything odd happen while I was gone?" I wonder.
He shakes his head no. "Nope, it only seems to happen when you are here. How weird is that?"
"Weird" I laugh nervously. "I better get to work"
"I wanted to talk to you Myla before you go to work" he rambles on softly.
"About?" I wonder.
"We have known each other awhile now. And I was wondering if.... if" he stammers.
"If?"
"If you would go on a date with me?" he asks me.
I blink feeling surprised. "A date with you?"
He nods. "I am no Michael. But I can take you out on a decent date" he offers.
"You know what let me think on that. Can I give you an answer later?" I ask.
He nods. "Sure sure, at least you did not say no"
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Maybe if I began to date someone Michael would want to cross over. I loved spending time with him. Getting to know him. But it was not right of me to try to keep him here.
I wished he could stay. But he needed to cross over. If he did maybe the Lost Boys would cross over to. That would bring peace to everyone here.
"You are not seriously going on a date with that bozo?" someone asks me.
I jump as Michael forms in front of me.
"What do you care?" I stammer as I go to get to work. He floats around to follow me.
"You know you can do better than Johnny. He has three other girls he is seeing. You want to be a side chick?" Michael asks me.
"I can't believe you are talking to me about my dating life! I did not say yes yet" I snap in my defense.
"You did not say no either" he points out.
"So?"
"So, you should not go out with him! You can do so much better than that!" he grumbles.
"You know you come around listing snooping in on my private conversations" I point out.
Michael looks furious. His eyes begin to glow. A deep dark red. "This is my house" he snaps.
"Was!"" I remind him. "Paris owns this place"
That pushes his buttons.
A glass was sitting on the kitchen counter. He makes it break. Causing me to jump.
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"You done yet?" I challenge. Trying not to show fear. Though inside I was trembling like a leaf on a tree.
"This is not over! Do not go out with him!" he snaps at me.
Then he disappears.
I sigh. What a mess I was making here.
"What happened?" Paris asks as she comes in the room.
I had no idea she was here today.
"I am so clumsy. I am sorry. I broke the glass" I say I go to clean it up.
She helps me to clean the broken glass.
"Are you okay?" she asks as I sweep up the mess.
"I will be fine" I promise her.
"Have you noticed odd things happening around this place?" she wonders. "I feel ghosts here"
I glance up at her. Our eyes meet. "Ghosts?" I laugh.
"You believe in them to?" she asks me.
"Well yes I do" I tell her.
"I think we have ghosts trying to stop me from opening this place" she explains.
"Really?" I ask. She was smarter than I gave her credit for.
"The question is whom is and why. I am going to get someone who can talk to the spirits. He is coming out to my house here next week. He maybe able to get a spirit to cross over if they are not happy here" Paris tells me.
"You are? You are hiring a medium?" I stammer.
The Lost Boys were going to be pissed about this!
"Yes, then once the spirits are gone then we can reopen" she tells me.
"What if they won't cross over?" I point out. "what if they like being here?"
She looks confused. "They will want to cross over" she states. Then she wanders off.
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I sigh. This was not good. I was the one who should get them to cross over. They did not like me being here let alone a stranger trying to get them to move over. There were so many fakes in this world.
Paris would get ripped off. I could not let that happen either. Michael would want me to look out for his daughter. She was a decent human being. Now what? I had to talk to someone.
"Grandpa?" I call out as I get to work. "We need to talk. Well I need you!"
My grandpa comes.
"Hey pumpkin" he greets me. "What is going on?"
"Paris is hiring someone to get spirits to cross over. I have a bad feeling something will happen. And someone is going to get hurt" I worry.
"Maybe you can get the spirits to cross over first" grandpa says.
"I have been trying. I only managed to get one of the boys to cross over" I explain. "None of them listen to me at all" I sigh. "I am not a good medium"
"You are trying, and you are willing to help that is the key thing. Keep trying" he begs me. "I better go. Someone is coming" he says. He disappears.
"Grandpa" I sigh.
"I have it all set up. Madame Prelane is coming this week" Paris tells me. "she goes to all Hollywood stars homes to help them. She has even solved murder crimes with cops" brags Paris.
"Wow that is something" I tell her.
"This will be fantastic. I want you to be here. It seems things get really active when you are around for some reason" she tells me. "Like that glass breaking before. The awards falling. I saw the footage on camera"
"I just have a haunting is all. Maybe just me. Maybe this house is not haunted" I tell her.
"No, this house is haunted. We will get it all worked out" she cheerfully says as she whistles and wanders away.
I rub my forehead with my fingers. I had to try to talk her out of this. Getting a stranger here was a bad idea. Something was going to go down. Something not good.
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"I am so sorry about before. I lost my temper. Can you forgive me?" Michael asks later that night when he forms in my room once I am home.
"I am fine. Michael, we need to talk" I begin to say.
"I know. Paris is having a host at the house" he grumbles. "The Lost Boys are not pleased"
"Someone is going to get hurt. What if they hurt Paris?" I point out.
"They would never hurt my daughter" he argues.
"Michel what if they do?" I warn him. "By accident?"
"Drop it okay?" he snaps.
"Fine. Look we need to work on getting Paris to change her mind about this!" I point out.
"Right. We both can try" he agrees.
"I have not said yes to Johnny yet" I blurt out.
He grins. "Please don't. I know I can't take you on a dream date. Or sing to you at a concert. I am dead. But I have feelings. And It would kill me all over again to see you dating someone who does not deserve you" he says. "I would rather see you with someone who deserves you"
"Michael!" I whisper his name.
He cared. About me. I cared about him. It was hard to admit it. But I was.
He reaches out I feel his hand on my flesh. His eyes look into mine. My heart races. What a thrill it was to be so close to his side like this. He trusted in me. I did not want to break his trust.
His lips find their way to mine. Soft kisses press on mine. I return his kisses. Though I knew I should not be doing this at all. I could not help myself when it came to Michael.
"Michael no" I whisper as I manage to pull away.
"Your mouth says no but your kisses say another story" he says. He smiles then he disappears before me.
What a mess my life was right now. I sigh. How was I going to fix this mess?
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