There are three categories of life. A person can be in one of three: 

                                      A giver.

                                     A receiver. 

                                    And a taker. My friends and I, we're takers. We don't do giving, and we damn sure don't do receiving. 

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                                >>Characters<<

                             Brian O'Connor (Paul Walker)

                             Dom Torreto     (Vin Diesel)

                             Leticia Torreto  (Michelle Rodriguez)

                             Cairo Tran         (Aaliyah Haughton) 

                             Aaron Samuels  (Tyrese Gibson) 

                             Ace Attica          (Lisa Lopes)

                              Nate Jackson     (Michael Jackson)

                             Soraya Morena   (Eva Mendes)

                             Damien Shields  (Ludacris) 

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Oneshot. Michael remembers his late friend Ryan White one evening at Christmastime.

Scarecrow watched the mystery girl in awe. Was this really Dorothy? No. It couldn’t be. She looked like her in some ways but not enough to convince him. She was a lovely sight but…she wasn’t his Dorothy. However, he couldn’t shake the pull he felt towards her. Had they met before? Who was this girl? And more importantly, why was she watching him in amazement as if she did know him but it had been years since they’d last crossed paths?

“Scarecrow,” she crooned his name with disbelief and bewilderment.

He quickly took a step back and widened his eyes in surprise. Maybe it was her after all. Just somewhat. . .different. “Dorothy?” he asked hopefully. Had she returned to him? Returned to Oz?

The girl slowly got on her feet without taking those hazel eyes off of him. She spoke as if she was lost in wonderment. “I’m not Dorothy. You don't know me."

That crushed him so badly he could not hide the despair on his face. Dorothy was never coming back to him. He lowered his head and let that first tear slide down his cheek. When the girl spoke again, Scarecrow bolted his eyes back up at her again and everything around him went still.

“My name is Beatrice. I’m her daughter.”

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Alternate Ending: 9/18/15

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Michael. This must have cost a fortune,” I smiled as I brought my hand up to the diamond choker around my neck, my fingertips brushing against the precious stones.

He grinned and leaned back against the headboard, aimlessly brushing my tresses off my shoulders, “I just wanted to get you something special.” His hand trailed down from my shoulder to my arm and then to my hand resting on the satin sheets. His skin was warm, but I instantly stiffened as the metal ghosted over my skin.

I ignored it and looked up at him through my eyelashes, my cheeks rosy, “You make me feel special just by the way you look at me.”  It was true, more than he’d ever know. With him, I felt like I mattered. That I wasn’t a complete failure.

I also could pretend that he wasn’t married.

Meet Joan and Michael Jackson. To everyone their relationship seems perfect. From their whirlwind romance complete with excitement and adventure to their budding family, they seem to have it all. However, this perfect couple harbors dark secrets that could potentially destroy everything they hold dear.