Hey all...sorry if theres any typos. I was in a hurry typing this :) im starting to run out of ideas. Refuel me people please!! lol thanks for the reviews everyone. Glad you're all enjoying this. I hope Michael is enjoying the stories about him. I know i am.

We love you and we miss you Michael! hugs & kisses much!

Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 7

I stayed out by the amusement park coming up with many different ideas for the kids. From what I understood, alot of these children were from the cancer unit. That hit close to home for me because my brother, Cody had almost died twice before from cancer.

I spotted one of the workers and grabbed his attention. I asked him if he would start up the Farris Wheel for me. He probably wouldn't have done it if Michael hadn't told the entire staff at the ranch to give me absolutely everything I wanted. I rolled my eyes at the thought. If I wasn't his girlfriend, you'd think I was his daughter or something, the way he spoils me.

After riding it a few times, I lost my focus and stared at the sky. I remembered the last night there was a full moon. I had decided to take a walk close to the house. When I walked by the garden, I noticed a few giant white moths. They were pure white, and from a distance, they actually looked like fairies. The minute I had thought about the Peter Pan movie, I remembered seeing those moths.

'And they look like fairies...hm,' I thought for a minute.

"Hey, excuse me, sir. I'd like to get off." The worker nodded and let me off the Farris Wheel. I walked near the garden and saw the children were starting to arrive. Michael came out and greeted them and gave them a small tour. Eventually, he brought them to me to introduce me.

"This is my best friend, Lola," he smiled at me.

"Wow, Michael, she's just as pretty as Ms. Lisa."

Michael bit his lip and forced a smile on his face. Lisa...I haven't heard her name in a while. Michael told me about her before. He told me about their marraige and their divorce. He was so heart broken that she didn't see things the way he did.

"She doesn't understand Neverland, nor the children I surround myself with, which means she doesn't understand the real me," Michael had told me one night during one of our moonlit walks around the ranch.

"Alot of people don't understand you, love. You need to give people a taste of who you really are. Let them get a glimpse of what you're like when you're not on stage." I leaned my head on his shoulder and traced circles on his back.

"A taste...yeah, like a documentary." Shortly after that, he invited a man to Neverland to film everything. I got to meet him too, but Michael was extremely protective when the cameras came out.

"This is my girl, but I don't want people to know about her. Atleast not until she's ready for that kind of attention," he had told the man. He, of course, completely understood.

The huge difference between Lisa and myself was my love for children, and for Michael.

"Nice to meet you all. I'm sure every one of you has an amazing story to tell, and I can't wait to hear them all," I smiled at the children.

"Right, well let's go have some fun on the rides first!" Michael shouted and the kids cheered and latched onto him. He looked at me nervously to watch my reaction. He sighed in relief when he saw me laughing at the sight.

Michael wasn't sure how I'd react around the kids. Janet explained to me that he was completely suprised when Lisa grew jealous of the time he spent with the children instead of her. She expected him to turn his back on his fans at a moment's notice. I saw it differently.

Perhaps some people would turn their backs on certain things to spend more time with family, but Michael couldn't do that. That meant turning his back on who he was. Without his music and his fans, he had no passion. Without the children, he had no love to give.

He smiled at me and took my hand. I tagged along with him and the children. Michael was suprised I played with them just as much as he did. We played until it got dark outside, then we started to head back to the house.

"Alright, movie time everyone!" Michael announced. The kids started filling the theater and he smiled at me. One of the servants walked in just as Michael was leaning in for a kiss and he grunted in frustration.

"Miss Lola, Mr. Jackson, pardon the intrusion," Michael grumbled and I elbowed him in the side. "Miss Lola has an important phone call."

"Oh..." Michael paused. "Who would call you here?"

"Hm...oh, I forgot. I filled out a few applications while I was out with Janet. Her idea, actually. She said I could use this number. I hope that was okay with you."

"Of course, you silly! Why didn't you tell me you were job hunting? I could've..."

"Mike, I love you, but there are some things I need to do on my own."

He frowned and I laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Come on my king...turn that frown upside down. Go start the movie, your fans are waiting."

He smiled and then nodded, kissing my hand. "My lady...I await the moment I can hold you in my arms again."

I blushed. "Alright, Romeo, go on now," I pushed him into the theater and went to the phone.

"This is Lola speaking."

"Miss Lola, this is Dr. Murray. I read over your application and resume and I'd like to set up an interview."

"Oh, definitely, sir." I was so excited. It's been a while since I worked in a doctor's office, but I still had my license in Medical Assisting.

We set up a time to meet in the morning and I ran to my room to get things prepared. I picked out my clothes and got all of my important papers together. By the time I was finally satisfied I was prepared enough, Michael was coming out of the theater with the children.

"Hey, how was the movie?"

"Great. We watched Peter Pan!" one child yelled.

Peter Pan...now I remembered my plan. Luckily for me, it was a full moon tonight.

"Come with me, everyone. I want to hear your stories and about the movie. Come, take a walk with me."

Michael walked beside me as the children surrounded us, each with their own story to tell. When we got to the subject of the movie, we were outside by the garden.

"So tell me, do you remember the fairies in the movie?" They nodded. "Do you remember how fairies exist?" The kids looked around at each other and shrugged. Michael smiled.

"They exist only if you believe."

"Right. So how many of you believe in fairies?" Everyone looked around nervously. "I know I do," I said in encouragement.

"It was just a movie, Miss Lola," one girl said.

"Fairies are for girls," a boy snorted.

I bit my lip and Michael scooted closer to me. "Well, I believe in fairies," he winked at me.

"If Michael believes, then so do I!"

"Me too!" the kids yelled.

"Do you want to see them?" I asked. "You have to chant loud enough so they can hear you. Just like in the movie."

The children nodded in shock. Michael kept smiling, but looked at me in confusion.

"Trust me and jump forward into the garden when I tell you to," I whispered in his ear. "Chant with me. I do believe in fairies, I do, I do!" I repeated that and Michael joined in. Soon, the kids were chanting and I smiled at Michael and nodded my head.

We both jumped forward into the garden, and the night sky was soon filled with giant white moths. Michael and the children stared in awe. I could'nt help but smile when Michael's eyes lit up.

"Fairies! Oh wow! They really are real!" all of the kids were shouting amongst themselves.

"Beautiful..." Michael whispered and took my hand. "I've never seen anything so amazing in my life."

"I have," I replied. "I'm looking at him right now."

Michael looked at me and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you more," I winked.

He smirked. "I love you most."

"Oh, you think so? Prove it then," I challenged him.

He smiled and kissed me, not caring who was watching. "I plan to, don't worry."

"I never worry when I'm with you."

Max called Michael over to him which suprised us both. Max had been there the entire time, but we forgot he was there because he had been so quiet. I smiled and looked at the children chasing the moths around. One little boy was struggling to reach one on a nearby tree.

"Here," I giggled. "Let me help you." I raised him up to the moth and he froze. "Go on, it won't hurt you. Hold out your hand." He did and the moth crawled into his hand and he giggled.

"It tickles!" I smiled and put the boy back down on his feet and a few more children ran over to get a closer look at the moth in the boy's hand.

"I didn't know fairies were so fuzzy!" one girl giggled.

"You know you can make wishes on these fairies. Just like a shooting star," I whispered.

"You know what I'd wish for, Miss Lola?" I shook my head and smiled. "I'd wish that I wouldn't have to die so soon."

I took in a deep breath. I remembered this little girl. Michael said she had Leukemia and she stopped responding to treatments. No one really knew how long she had left.

"Do you think God would grant me that wish?" she asked.

"Emily, come here," I whispered and pulled her into my lap. I didn't notice, but Michael was watching me from across the yard and he heard every word. "Wishes are very special. Only a handfull can be granted. Something like what you are having to deal with can't always be helped. Wish for something for someone else, and pray for yourself."

Michael had also told me this girl was very unique. She didn't like anything sugar-coated, so to speak. She liked the truth and nothing but the truth.

The girl looked down and sniffed. "I'd wish for my mommy to be happy after I'm gone."

"There you go," I smiled.

"But, I'm scared...is that bad?"

"No, of course not. Everyone gets scared sometimes."

"Really? Even you and Michael?"

"Yes ma'am, even me and Michael. For you, however, you don't have to be scared. You will be going to Heaven soon, and I envy that. You will be with your family that you have lost before, and you will be with God. There will be no more pain or sadness."

"I guess I have something to look forward to," she smiled.

"Mike, you love her, don't you?" Max elbowed Michael as he stared at me and Emily.

"Yea, Max, I do. So much."

"So, she's healed you."

Michael turned and looked at Max. "Yes, what's your point?"

"My point is you've been waiting for someone that could fix your heart, and now you have. You told me you were gonna marry that girl. Why haven't you asked her yet?"

"Max, come on, not so fast, okay? What do you know about love anyway?"

"I know enough to know you're one hundred percent in love with her. You should marry her."

"I am in love with her, Max, but I'm still trying to mend her heart. I can't move further until I know she's whole again. That wouldn't be fair to her."

Max nodded. "She seems like she's almost there."

"Yea, I hope so."

A moth suddenly flew into Michael's view and fluttered down to his chest. It landed directly over his heart and flapped it's wings. Michael smiled and let it crawl onto his finger and he held it up and watched it fly away. It flew around his head a few times and then landed on my chest, over my heart, and flapped it's wings. I repeated the same action as Michael. When it flew away, Michael and I made eye contact and we smiled at each other.

Michael winked at me and I smiled, blowing him a kiss. He acted like he had caught it and blew one back. I did the same, pretending to catch it and we both giggled.

I looked away and caught a glimpse of the clock nearby. It was close to midnight. I yawned and pointed at the clock when Michael looked at me again.

"Alright kids, let's get some sleep so we can have a water war tomorrow before you leave," Michael said.

"Aw, but we're not tired! Let us stay up pleassseee? Read us a ghost story Michael!" The kids kept begging and Michael bit his lip. Poor sensitive Michael. I giggled.

"Whoever gets to bed early can have whatever they want to eat for breakfast!" I called.

"Even cake?" one kid asked.

I looked at Michael and he smiled. "Yes, even cake. But not unless you go to bed!"

The kids cheered and ran inside. Michael grabbed my hand and kissed me.

"Remind me to thank you later."

"Thank me later," I teased.

"Funny," he rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek lightly. "I'll get them to bed and meet you in your room later," he winked.

"Behave yourself, Casanova."

"I plan to." He wiggled his eyebrows and made me laugh before disappearing down the hallway to tuck the kids in and read them a story.

I went into my room and took a shower. When I got out, I noticed my robe was replaced by Michael's red one. I rolled my eyes and put it on and walked out of the bathroom to see Michael sitting on my bed with his green robe on, giving me the most innocent look he would come up with.

I raised a brow at him. "Stealing my clothes now, are you?"

"No ma'am, I just wanted to see you in my robe again. You look incredibly sexy in it," he licked his lips and I shivered.

"You are a tease, Peter," I whispered. "That's not a very nice thing to do."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Wendy," he got up and pushed me lightly against the wall, pressing his perfectly shaped body against mine. "Is this better?" he whispered.

I shivered again and slid my hands inside his robe. I let out a silent gasp when my fingers brushed against his bare chest. "Michael..." I whispered.

He slid his hand into my robe and glided his fingertips across my stomach. His lips met mine and he trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck and nibbled on my collar bone. I let out a small moan and he tightened his hold on me.

"You're skin is so soft, Lola," he breathed. "You're flawless..."

"Michael...don't tease me...please," I begged. When he didn't stop, my lips found his neck.

He gasped and I smiled. I bit down a little on the nape of his neck and worked my way up to his lips. He kissed me eagerly and I licked his lips and smiled at him.

"I'm glad I finally have your attention, Romeo."

"My attention is what you want, dear Juliet? You have it," he whispered against my neck.

"But I want it all...Michael," I moaned his name and that did it for him. He pulled me off the ground and carried me to the bed.

We made sweet love that night. He was such a gentleman about every little thing he did. He got so lost in the moment, but if I made an unfamiliar sound or winced because of a small cramp, he stopped and asked if he had hurt me in some way.

Of course he didn't, and for the first time in months, I slept soundly without any nightmares or pain in my heart. I fell asleep to the feel of Michael's heart beating against my back and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

The next morning was difficult to force myself out of bed. I had that interview with Dr. Murray, but I wanted to stay in bed with Michael all day. I was suprised I woke up before he did. I wiggled out of his arms and got myself ready. Then I leaned over and kissed him gently.

"Mmm...good morning beautiful," he mumbled.

"Goodmorning, sweetheart. Sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep," I whispered.

"No," he grumbled and pulled me back into the bed and held me tightly against his bare chest. "Stay."

"Michael..." I sighed and tried not to laugh. He sounded like a kid begging his mom to let him sleep instead of having to go to school. "God knows I would rather stay here with you than be anywhere else, but I need this job."

Michael popped one eye open and grumbled again before letting me up. "Alright, fine..." he grunted. I nuzzled his neck and he smiled. "Take my car. I'll see you when you get back."

I would've argued about taking his car, but when you're with Michael Jackson for as long as I have been, you learn there's no sense in arguing with him at all. I nodded and kissed him again before I left.

I got to Dr. Murray's office a few minutes early and he met me in the parking lot.

"Lola, I presume?" I nodded, shaking his hand. "Nice...car. It looks oddly familiar to me...but it couldn't be..." he looked from me to the car and back to me, scratching his head.

"What?" I asked.

"It looks like Michael Jackson's car."

I froze. Did the public know about his car? I didn't want to say anything to anyone without asking Michael first. It was way too risky.

"Uh, can you please excuse me for a minute?"

"Sure," he quirked a brow and I climbed back into the car and grabbed my phone.

"Hello?"

"Michael...I have a question."

"Lola, are you okay?"

"Yea, everything's fine, but...how many people know you own this car?"

"Just a handfull, why?"

"The doctor that's interviewing me asked if this was your car. I didn't know what to say to him."

Michael paused. "What's his name?"

"Murray."

"Oh," he let out a breath. "He's okay, Lola. Tell him who you are. He's an old friend of the family."

"Okay then, good to know. I'll see you soon."

"Okay sweet love, tell him I said hello."

"Will do. I love you," I blushed.

"Love you more," he chuckled and hung up.

I climbed back out of the car and walked up to Dr. Murray. "I'm sorry for the delay. This is Michael's car. I had to call him to ask him if it was okay that you knew. He says hello, by the way."

"Oh, wonderful. But why do you have the car? I've never seen you or heard him mention your name before."

"I suppose you wouldn't have. He's protecting me from the media. I'm his..."

"Girlfriend...ah yes, he said he was seeing someone special."

I blushed. "Good to know."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

We went inside and switched to a professional talk. We went over my resume and he gave me a quick tour.

"Well, I'm impressed, Lola. Looks like you've got the job."

"Wow, wonderful..." I smiled and then frowned. "This isn't because of Michael, is it?"

"No, no...I'm sorry if it may seem that way. This is strictly professional, I assure you."

He didn't seem nervous, so I believed him. We shook hands again and I hurried home to tell Michael the news. When I got to the house, Janet was waiting outside. I ran to her and hugged her.

"Hey little sis," she smiled. "How you been?"

"Great, Tink. How are you?"

"Good...I'm having withdrawls though. Let's go shopping!"

I laughed at her enthusiasm. "You're lucky you caught me in a good mood. Let me go tell Michael something before we go."

"No!" she shouted and then covered her mouth. "I mean...tell him later. He's with his brothers right now. They're planning a reunion concert."

"Really?" I gasped. "Awesome!"

"Yea, but you didn't hear that from me."

"Hear what?" I winked.

"Good girl. Let's go!" she grabbed my hand and we jumped into the car and headed for the stores.

Michael watched out the window as me and Janet pulled away. When we were out of sight, he raced to the intercom and pushed the speaker button to the front gate.

"Sam, they're coming your way. Tell me when they're gone."

"They just exited the ranch, Mr. Jackson. All clear."

Michael smiled widely and picked up his phone. "All clear, Jermaine. Bring her in!"

"You got it!"

A few minutes later, Michael gathered the kids outside. He told them about a special birthday suprise for me, and each child had a can of silly string and confetti.

Michael smiled as he watched Jermaine pull in with a 1980's style Mustang. It was all black and had a huge hand painted saphire rose on the hood. Jermaine parked it and handed Michael red paint and a stencil. Michael autographed both doors in red ink.

"Jermaine...it's perfect. I can't thank you enough." Michael hugged his brother.

"I hope she'll like it. I went by Janet's instructions and this is what she said Lola wanted. I just hope this is atleast close to what she described."

"I know her taste, brother. She'll love it. Is this her old car or is this new?"

"Oh, this is all hers. It took some work, but it is her old green Mustang underneath it all. Just has the body of the 1980's style."

"Then she'll love it even more. Thanks man."

"No problem, Mike."

Michael stood with his arm around Jermaine's shoulders, admiting the new car. Jermaine really outdid himself this time.

'Thank you, Janet,' Michael thought.

"Now all we do is wait for the Queen of Pop to arrive," Michael chuckled.

The minute Janet hugged me before we left for the stores, the atmosphere had changed. Something told me I was going to remember this day for the rest of my life.