"I want one moment in time
When I'm more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
And the answers are all up to me."

- Whitney Houston

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|Thursday, June 5th, 1987|
|Chanhassen, Minnesota|
|Paisley Park|
|6:00 pm|

Michael

The month of May had finally passed, and June was already here. I was beyond excited to meet Prince's sister and her children. I had been working non-stop on my album, so thank God with all of the work I had gotten done, I was actually able to do this for Prince. From time to time, I did think about some of the negatives. You know, what if she is as stubborn as Prince said she was? But I that thought quickly passed my mind as I focused on the main picture.

I needed to do this. I wasn't going to just sit here and let Prince go through all of that stress, especially while he's touring, I couldn't imagine going through that, because touring was stressful enough. Not only that, what his sister was going through, truly saddened me, and even though it was said that she was stubborn about it, I knew deep down she wanted help. Also, for her kids, they were struggling in this situation as well, and I don't quite remember how old they were, but I knew they were young and if someone didn't take them in soon, they would catch on, and I don't want that for them. To add, they're being left alone for the most part, so they just genuinely need someone to care for them until everything falls into place.

Currently, I was in the car, heading over to Paisley Park, after a very long three hour plane ride. Bill was along with me, in the driver's seat. Funny note, Bill thought it was really weird how Prince and I made up and visited each other this often due to what happened between us before. To be honest, I felt like he liked it better when we argued cause it was hilarious for him to see, petty as hell, but I still loved him. But, it sort of made me a little nervous, because he had no idea what me and Prince were doing behind closed doors. No one will find out, I repeated in my head, but, I pushed away that thought for now, and focused on the task at hand.

After twenty minutes, the car finally pulled up to Paisley Park, and the gates let us in, allowing us to park in the driveway. As I was unbuckling my seat belt, I looked over at Bill, seeing him remain in his seat.

"You're not coming?" I asked, and he shook his head, signaling me to go.

"Go ahead, I'm going to head to the hotel." He said, since we were both staying in Minnesota for two days.

"Come on, Bill. He won't bite." I joked, teasing him. It's not like Bill didn't like Prince, but I understood that he found him a little intimidating at times, and it was going to take awhile for him to warm up around Prince. Which, I didn't really understand why, since his 5'3 self wasn't going to do much anyway, but I still got his point.

"No thanks, have fun." He waved me off, wanting me to leave the car already. I shook my head playfully, and left the car. Shortly after that, the car pulled off and I made my way to the door. I took a deep breath, feeling excited, since I hadn't seen him for awhile due to our schedules, but a little nervous, not knowing how this night was going to play out.

As soon as I raised my hand to ring the doorbell, the door flew open, catching me off guard, revealing him. I looked at him from head, to toe. His wavy, black hair was pulled into a low ponytail while a few curls hung on the side of his face. He wore a gold chain around his neck, and he was covered in a light, purple hoodie, with black adiddas track pants. Then, he was also wearing purple socks on his feet. This was probably the most casual I've seen Prince dress the entire time I've known him, but damn.

"Hey, handsome." He said, with his deep voice sending chills down my spine. I licked my lips, feeling myself blush a little and I smiled, still checking him out.

"Well what's cookin', good lookin'?" I teased, and Prince rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head.

"Please don't ever say that again." He cringed, "You ruined the moment."

I chuckled, looking down at the ground then looked back up at him, and our eyes clicked. After a couple of seconds of the peaceful silence, Prince held his out hand in front of me. Then, I gently placed my hand in his, interlacing our fingers together, and he slowly pulled me inside, closing the door behind him.

"What's that smell?" I ask, inhaling the heavenly scent. Our hands swinged back and forth while we made our way into the kitchen.

"I'm making Mexican Stew." He replied, letting go of my hand softly as he made his way over to the pot, taking the top off, "It's almost done, you wanna try some?"

I smirked, hopping onto the counter next to the pot, adjusting my seating so I won't slip off, "Hit me." I said, wanting a taste.

Prince picked up a spoon that was on the other side of the stove, and dipped it in the pot, scooping up a little bit of the stew, and brought it up to my mouth.

"Blow it first." He warned, but I rolled my eyes.

"Prince, a little heat won't bother me." I stressed, he shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to argue, then he put the spoon in my mouth, and carefully slipped it out once I finally had the taste. I cringed at the hot, burning sensation that was on my tongue, and I coughed a little, hoping it would wear off.

Prince laughed at me, and looked over at the pot, putting the top back on, "Maybe next time you'll listen."

"Shut up." I waved him off, hating the fact that he was right. Then after I had a good moment of tasting the stew, I reflected on Prince's cooking skills and I shook my head in amazement.

"This is really good, P." I praised him, "You should make dinner for me more often." I joked, but a little part of me wasn't. In the past when I would come over to Paisley Park, Prince always cooked for the both of us and everytime he did, he'd throw it down. He had some serious skills went it came to cooking, no wonder why he didn't have any personal chefs around like I assumed he would at first.

"Maybe." He teased, smirking a little before turning to face me fully, "But don't go eating the whole thing, now. We got three more people to feed."

"Are you calling me fat?" I raised my eyebrow, slipping off of the counter.

"If the shoe fits, Camille." He smirked fully, calling me the nickname he gave me a while back, which was his feminine alter ego that he loved to throw at me for some reason. He slowly made his way towards me. I rolled my eyes playfully, and moved even closer to him, trapping the space between us.

"Whatever, Yvonne." I joked, calling him the other nickname I gave him. Yvonne was my sister, Latoya's middle name, but I called Prince that from time to time because before we started dating and when we were just friends, he would always throw hints at me that he had a huge crush on her, and it would get on my nerves. Now, I just used it to my advantage.

We both laughed, finding it hard to remain serious after the nickname calling. Then, the laughter came to a stop, and we both stared into each other's eyes, enjoying the moment we were having together.

"I've missed you." Prince admits, snaking his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. In response, I wrapped both of my arms around his shoulders.

"I've missed you, too." I truthfully in return, Prince smiles then bites his lip.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, "Show me."

I widened my eyes, and shake my head instantly at the idea, "Bad timing, Prince."

"No." He whined a little, throwing his head back and tilted it back, facing me again, "Not like that."

There was a silence for a little bit before he finally said, "Just kiss me." He said breathlessly, looking down at my lips. I bit my lip, instantly feeling butterflies in my stomach as my eyes fell down to his lips as well. Then, we both inched closer and closer, until our lips finally met, engaging in a blissful kiss.

After a good minute of sweetly making out, we slowly separated our lips and caught our breath. We smiled at each other, chuckling a little before I leaned forward, kissing his forehead.

When I leaned back, I noticed that Prince's smile had dropped and randomly, a worried expression was written all over his face. My face softened and I asked, "What's wrong?"

"This has to work, Michael." He stressed, looking down at the floor. I lifted my finger to his chin, and tilted his chin up so he could make eye contact with me again.

"It will." I leaned forward, and pecked his lips, "I promise."

Right after, the doorbell rang. Both of us sighed, preparing for the hopeful night we had ahead of us.

"That must be them." I insisted, letting go of the grasp I had on Prince, taking a deep breath.

"I think so." He said, letting go of me as well.
We both walked over to the door, getting ready to open it.

"Oh, by the way." Prince warned, taking a quick glance at me, "I'm sorry in advance, but the kids are very hyper. I forgot to mention they're pretty huge fans of yours, and they're gonna be really excited to meet you. So they might shove hundreds of questions down your throat all night. But they mean well."

I giggled in response, finding it adorable. I shrugged, "Don't worry, it's all good."

Prince smiled at me before he finally opened the door, revealing Tyka and the kids. She was about the same height as Prince, had dark brown, wavy hair that fell past her shoulders but not that long. She had one a nice, blue dress with white flats, and she looked very beautiful, and it was hard to grasp the fact that she had a drug addiction, because she didn't seem like that at all. I saw a little resemblance between her and Prince. I looked down to see her kids, who stood there with their mouths dropped, staring at me.

The taller one, which I'm guessing was the older child, had a nice, medium sized afro with the adorable, circle shaped glasses on his face. He had dark skin, which contrasted differentlt than his mother's, and he was wearing a red T-shirt with blue jeans. The younger child, looked exactly like Tyka. He had the same olive skin, light brown eyes, and he was just as adorable. He had short, curly brown hair, and he was wearing a green T-shirt with dinosaur printed shorts, and he was holding a toy truck in his hand.

"Well, are you two gonna say hello or what?" Prince joked, gesturing for the kids to step into the house. Just like that, they snapped out of it and ran towards me, attacking me with hugs. I laughed, and bent down, hugging them both back. Then, they started to ramble excitedly, telling me how happy they were to see me and began to ask me a lot of questions, like Prince warned me about before, but I didn't mind, trying my best to answer all of them.

"Alright, that's enough." Prince warned them, trying to get them to stop as he leaned forward to hug Tyka, welcoming her.

"It's okay, Prince." I insisted, kneeling down to their level, continuing the conversation I was having with them.

"Michael, can you teach me how to moonwalk?" The younger child asked, I smiled at him sweetly, adoring his child like voice and nodded.

"You must be Montece." I said, remembering their names, "And of course I'll teach you how to moonwalk."

"That's easy." I heard Lenard say, I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow as he continued to speak, "Can you give me Brooke Shield's number?"

"And why would you need her number?" I crossed my arms, giving him a playful look.

"Because." He sighed, shaking his head in amazement, "She's hot."

I bit my lip, trying my best not to laugh, feeling caught off guard by his response. I looked up at Prince, and saw him face palm his forehead in embarrassment, while Tyka gave Lenard a death glare.

"Keep it up, boy." Tyka threatened, pointing her figure at him carefully. I successfully held back my laughter, and stood up, smiling at her, feeling a little nervous but happy to finally meet Prince's sister.

"And you must be Tyka." I reached my hand out so she could shake it, and she smiled in return, taking my hand gently, shaking it, "It's nice to finally meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Michael." Tyka said politely, then playfully bumped Prince's shoulder, "It's really exciting to meet you, Prince talks about you all the time."

"Oh, he does?" I looked over at Prince, and winked at him without them noticing, he rolled his eyes in return, shaking his head.

"All the time." She replied as Prince closed the door behind her, "Sorry about my bad ass kids." She said, giving one last glare at the kids before she looked back at me.

"No worries, I love them already." I said truthfully with a laugh, and looked down at the kids as they were engaged in their own, silly conversation.

"Are y'all hungry?" Prince asked them, Tyka nodded then said.

"Very, whatcha got-"

"Mexican Stew!" The kids shouted at the same time, knowing exactly what it was due to the smell radiating throughout the house, and the rushed to the kitchen.

"Stop runnin'!" Tyka shouted out to them, and she sighed, "Imma kill those kids." She mumbled. Prince scoffed, and crossed his arms.

"Don't worry, I'll help you do so." He said tiredly, but playfully. Tyka chuckled, turning around to glace at Prince for a second before she headed over to the kitchen, following the kids. I laughed to myself, Prince and I gave each other one last look before we headed over to to the kitchen with them.

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The dinner went smoothly, thank god, because that's what I was hoping for. We spent the whole time engaged in a pleasant conversation. I got the chance to get to know Tyka and the kids more, while Prince and Tyka took some moments to reminisce on fun times they had together when they were little. In the short amount of time that I've known them, I've really grown to love them, which made me want to help even more. I didn't pop the big question at the dinner table, I wanted to wait for the right time since I wasn't sure how her reaction was going to be. Now, I thought it was the perfect time.

Me, Tyka, and Prince were sitting on the couch in the living room having a nice conversation while Montece and Lenard were on the floor, playing around with the toy trunk. When the conversation came to a comfortable silence, I spoke up.

"Prince? Do you might if me and Tyka can have a moment alone?" I asked politely, giving him the look, signaling him that it was go time. Prince bit his lip nervously, and nodded, setting the glass of water he hand in his hand on the coffee table that was in front of us.

"Of course." He replied, and then he mouthed silently without Tyka noticing, "Good luck."

Tyka looked at the both of us weirdly as Prince escorted the kids out of the room, giving us some privacy.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked, sounding a little worried. I smiled reassuringly, placing my hand on hers and patting it.

"Not at all." I said politely, then finally cut to the chase, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure." She insisted, nodding her head.

"So, not too long ago, me and Prince had a conversation.." I started off, "And we both thought, that we wouldn't move forward with it, without hearing from you first."

She nodded her head once more, wanting me to continue. My hand remained on hers as I spoke, "I've heard that you've been struggling with drug and alcohol abuse for a very long time-"

"Prince told you?" She questioned, cutting me off while sounding very defensive. I nervously gulped, and nodded my head.

Tyka sighed heavily, taking her hand away from mine and used both of her hands to place her face in them, looking ashamed.

"Listen, Michael. You're very sweet and all, but if Prince sent you here to do his dirty work and tell me how out of control I am-"

"He didn't." I stopped her nicely, hoping her rambling would come to a stop, "This was actually my idea."

She lifted her head from her hands, and looked at me with a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

That's Prince's sister, alright I thought. They make the same exact facial expressions. I felt like laughing, but since it was innapropriate to do at this time, I held it in and kept going with my point.

"Prince was actually hesitant for me to do this because he wasn't sure how you were gonna react." I said.

She chuckled and shook her head, "He said I was stubborn, huh?"

I nodded, chuckling as well, "Yeah."

"Punk." She mumbled, "Well I'm not stubborn."

"I wouldn't be too sure." I joked, but knowing deep down that she might be, especially about this situation.

She crossed her arms, and her eyebrow raised, shooting a glare at me. Shit, she didn't find that funny. I bit my lip in response, preparing for the tongue lashing I was about to get.

"I'll have you know, Michael. You don't know me as much as you think. You might of met me, but you don't know me. And whatever Prince has told you, was most likely a bunch of bullshit anyways. Yes, I have been involved with drugs and alcohol, but anything beyond that is none of your concern. I don't appreciate you sitting here and trying to give me a proposition, when it's none of your business, and quite frankly, nothing you should be worried about." She snapped and started to get up from the couch.

Good job, Michael. I sighed heavily, feeling guilty that the entire conversation was going south. I should've known she was going to take offense to that, now I know what to say and what not to say around her, in order for this to go as planned. I reached out and grabbed her hand gently.

"Tyka, please. I apologize, just hear me out?" I plead, begging her to sit down. She stared at me intensely, before taking a breath and sitting back down on the couch.

"I'm not going to sit here and lecture you about what you're going through. I actually want to help." I say, looking her in the eye to let her know that I was serious.

"And how are you gonna help? What exactly can you do to help me?" She stressed, looking at me with an annoyed expression. Then after two seconds later, her face softened, and she looked down at her hands.

"Why can't you two just understand that there's nothing that can help me?" Her voice cracked, and I saw a tear escape from her eye.

My heart slightly cracked, feeling even more guilty that it was going even more south, but at the same time, we were getting somewhere. I knew this was a sensitive topic, but, I had no idea it had this big of a toll on her. I reached my hand towards her, wiping her tear.

"Please don't cry." I pleaded, trying to make her feel better but hoping that Prince and the kids wouldn't hear from the other room, "That's not true at all, I'm just saying that-"

"It is true." She said sternly, with a hint of anger in her voice, "I've tried to quit, Michael. But I just can't. It's the only piece of clarity that I have from the amount of hell I've been through. I don't have a job, I don't have a dollar to my name, I have two kids that I'm raising on my own, and I've tried to make ends meet, but I can't do it. The only reason I'm sitting here right now, is because of Prince. Without him, I don't know where I would be, but everytime I head into the right path, I get pulled back into the dark hole that I was in, and I wasn't able to get out of it ever since. It kills me, because I know my kids are paying the price from this, but I just don't know what I would do without the drugs, and the alcohol, and the rest of it. It's an emotional escape from reality, and I just can't leave it."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Tyka." I reassured her once again, reflecting on everything she just said. I appreciated her being honest with me about her mistakes, which made me even more desperate to help her. Now, I understood what Prince went through everytime he tried to get her to go to rehab, but the difference between him and I is that I have way more patience than he does.

"It's very shameful." She denies, looking me in the eye, "Are you even listening?"

"I am." I said truthfully, "And I'm very happy you're being open and honest with me."

She rolled her eyes and leaned back on the couch, "You're not. Why are you being so nice? After everything I just said, you're only worried about how I was honest with you? What I'm doing is terrible, and that's all you have to say? What are you, some therapist?"

"I'm not." I say calmly, with a polite smile on my face, then I reached out and touched her hand in a caring manner, hoping she wouldn't move it again, "But I understand what you're going through."

"So you've been involved with drugs?" She smartly remarked, knowing that I couldn't relate. I shook my head and continued speaking.

"No, I have not. But I have experienced the past traumas that were very similar to what you and your brother have experienced. Which I knew was the true issue behind why you chose this path for escape."

Her annoyed expression instantly softened, and she looked at me with shock. She was completely speechless, and then she spoke up.

"What?" She said breathlessly, but with a hint of shock. I smiled softly, hitting the nail right on the head. I knew it, I said to myself. I figured it all out, and this gave me even more hope. I tightened the grip on her hand, and continuing with my point, hoping that the remainder of this conversation would go smoothly.

|8:00 pm|

Prince

It had been almost two hours since Michael had been having the conversation with Tyka. I was expecting it to not even last a minute, knowing how stubborn she was, but the fact that it was going on for as long as it did, was making me nervous. As much as I wanted to go back and eavesdrop, I was currently stuck with my nephews, feeling even more tired by the second.

I had brought the kids to the studio so Michael and Tyka would get the privacy that they needed, and since they loved watching me play the piano, I decided to play a couple of songs for them to keep them occupied. However, they kept asking for requests, after requests, after requests of songs, and my fingers were this close to breaking off. I loved them, but Jesus, this made me wonder if I should ever have kids in the future.

"One more, please?" Lenard begged, sitting right next to me while Montece sat on the other side.

"Boy, I played over hundreds of songs. I ain't playin' no more." I stressed, taking my fingers off of the keys.

"Just one more." Montece co-signed, I sighed heavily, throwing my head back, knowing that if I said no, they would run around the studio, messing with shit they know they're not suppose to be messing with. Now, if I had the energy, I would've had no problem laying down the line, but since I had little to none, I didn't feel like chasing them all over the place.

"Alright, y'all. Quit messin' with your uncle." I heard Tyka from behind me. I tilted my head back up, and all three of us turned at the same time to see Tyka and Michael standing at the door that led to the booth we were in.

Thank God, I said to myself, feeling thankful that I was finally saved. I raised my eyebrow, and turned around fully to look at them.

"What were you guys talkin' about?" I teased, knowing what they were talking about but still in shock about how long they were talking.

Michael and Tyka looked at each other, exchanging soft smiles before looking back at us.

"Oh, nothing." Michael lied, but then he secretly winked at me, knowing that he was going to spill everything once everyone was gone.

"Thanks for inviting us over, bro. But it's getting pretty late, I think it's time for me and the kids to head home." She said with a thoughtful smile, looking over at the kids.

She seemed awfully cheerful. I thought about it for a second before it finally hit me. Did Michael's plan actually work?

As I smiled to myself, trying not to get my hopes too high since I still didn't know the details, the kids whined in response.

"I don't wanna go." Montece said with a loud whine, getting ready to throw a tantrum any second.

"You heard me." She warned, seeming like she didn't have any problem to whoop his ass right at this moment, "Say goodbye to uncle P and Michael."

The kids both sighed heavily, saying their goodbyes to me, hugging both of my sides. Then, they walked over to Michael, doing the same.

I saw Lenard lean towards Michael's ear and whisper very loudly, "Are you still gonna give me her number?"

Damn, he was a horrible whisperer. Me and Tyka heard him both, while Michael laughed in response. I laughed a little as well, but then Tyka shot me a death stare, making me stop. While Tyka wasn't looking, Michael secretly leaned toward his ear and whispered, "I'll see what I can do."

Lenard cheered quietly to himself, and Michael leaned back up, giving Tyka a hug goodbye. Then, Tyka walked over to me, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling us into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her in return, and then she whispered in my ear.

"I love you." She said, sounding very sincere. I sat there in shock, stunned by what she had said. Tyka had rarely told me that she loved me. I never really took it personally, but I've noticed that was a word that she never really said. I use to be the exact same way, but I made sure to say it when it came to her. So for her to say it, made me wonder even more, what the hell did Michael do to her?

"I love you too." I said truthfully, but still feeling a little shocked. We unlocked from the hug, and she walked back to the door, grabbing Montece's hand.

"You sure you don't want us to walk you to your car?" Michael asked, and Tyka shook her head.

"Don't worry about it." She smiled at Michael sweetly, then looked over at me, doing the same before she walked out of the studio with the kids, leaving Michael and I alone.

Michael turned his body fully, walking over to me with a huge smile on his face, "I have good news."

"I was just about to ask why she seemed so different." I said, still in amazement, then I raised my eyebrow, "How did it go?"

"Perfect." He said, with his gorgeous smile still plastered on his face, "Guess what?"

"What?" I asked, dying to know how it went.

"She agreed to go to rehab, and she's also letting me take in the kids, Prince. See? I told you I could do this." He revealed, and he grinned even larger in excitement.

I widened my eyes, feeling shocked by the news. I never thought I would hear those words. I was stunned, confused, and feeling a whole bunch of emotions at the same time, but the emotion that I was feeling the most was happiness. I couldn't believe it, my sister was finally going to get the help she needed.

"What? Wait, how?" I asked, feeling stunned.

"Well, let's just say." He inched a little bit closer to me, and smirked, "I just have more paitence than you do."

I rolled my eyes playfully, and pushed his shoulder in response, "Seriously, Michael."

"Okay, okay." He rubbed his shoulder, and smiled once more, "I basically found out the deeper issue on why she had turned to drugs, and it was exactly what you were going through when I had met you. You both had experienced a lot of trauma when you were younger, and even though you went about it differently than she did, she never had anyone to really open up to. The reason why she never wanted to go to rehab, was because she was just scared, babe. She was afraid that she would never make it out, and she was afraid that she'd never see Lenard and Montece again. But I reassured her that she was stronger than she allowed herself to be, and I helped her heal from that wound that kept her from doing that. She just has so much more to live for, and I told her that it was nothing wrong with receiving help so she could do that, and to let me do it for her so it could be a reality. Also, she felt really terrible for the way she treated the kids, and you Prince. She said that if it wasn't for you, then she most likely wouldn't be alive right now. So she promised that she would get better, not only for herself and her kids, but for you as well. She didn't wanna let you down again, and she said she was going to try her best to make everything up to you once she got out. Bottom line, Tyka is genuinely sorry for everything, Prince." Michael said, then he continued, "She was actually going to tell you this herself, but she was overwhelmed and feeling very emotional. So I insisted on telling you for her."

Tears rolled down my face, and my heart thumped through my chest in pure joy. I was speechless, not knowing what else to say. A part of me felt guilty since I had no idea that Tyka was going through the exact same thing I was at the same time. If I had known, I would've done my best to try and fix it. But, the other part of me was very thankful that Michael was generous enough to do this for me, let alone, go out of his way to truly help my sister heal, like he helped me heal. It was very big of him, and I couldn't help to fall even more in love with this man.

Michael's face softened, and his hands touched my cheeks, wiping my tears, "Why are you crying, baby? Did I do something wrong-"

I cut him off by grabbing his face gently, and smashing my lips into his. Since he was caught if guard, he slowly, wrapped his arms around my waist, and engaged into the kiss.

I pulled away slowly, and looked into his eyes lovingly, "Thank you, so much. Words can't even explain the love I feel for you at the moment. I love you, from the bottom of my heart. I mean it."

Michael smiled softly in response, leaning his forehead against mine as we gazed into each other's eyes, "I love you more."

"I love you most." I said truthfully, knowing what I said was cheesy but I didn't care at all.

Michael rolled his eyes playfully, pecked my lips one more time before leaning away, "I guess I can't beat that."

"Don't be so sure." I smirked, then slowly looked at him up and down, suddenly feeling the other side of me break through for some reason, but I couldn't hold it in any longer, "I know something that you can beat."

Michael widened his eyes, and even though black people couldn't physically blush, I could tell that he was by the shocked look on his face. He nervously laughed and then looked up at the clock that hung in the booth.

"Well, why don't you look at the time? I think it's time for me to go." He got up from his seat, and quickly made his way to the door but I put him to a stop.

"You're staying the night." I said sternly, but seducively. Michael sighed heavily, and cursed to himself saying, "Shit."

He turned around fully, and looked at me with a tired expression on his face, "Come on, Prince. Can we save the fun for another night? It's late, and I need to get back to the hotel."

"Why? Don't you wanna stay with me? You know we barely get to see each other enough as it is." I questioned, feeling a little bummed. Michael shrugged, looking guilty.

"I know, P. But I told Bill to come and get me around nine. And, I'm tired." He whined, trying to get me to agree, but I denied.

"Well, that's too bad, I don't care if you're tired. You should call and let Bill know that you won't be needing him for awhile." I smirked, feeling a certain type of way, "You and I have some unfinished business to attend to."

"Prince.." He trailed off, but then his face turned into a confused expression as I slowly dropped onto the ground. I growled playfully, and slowly crawled my way over to him like I was an animal, getting ready to feast on their prey.

Michael busted out laughing, and slowly backed away from me, "Get away from me, you creep."

I laughed in response, getting up from ground, brushing myself off. Then I smiled softly at him, and held my hand out for him to take.

"Come on, stay with me." I pleaded, and used my deep, monotone voice to my full advantage, knowing that was his weakness.

Michael bit his lip, and looked at me up and down in complete thought, contemplating whether he should stay or not. Then, he sighed, giving in, interlacing his fingers with mine.

"Alright, fine. But I'm serious, Prince. No funny business." He warned as we made our way out of the studio and towards my bedroom. I smirked to myself, and said secretly.

"I can't make any promises."

"What was that?" Michael asked, shit, I wasn't any better of a whisperer either. I turned my head to look at him and I put on an innocent smile.

"Nothing." I said, Michael squinted at me. Then we finally made it to my bedroom, closing the door behind us.

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Authors Note
Thank you for reading! Also, everyone please go follow @mjjandprnstuff on Instagram! I have found out about a lot of cool facts about the friendship Prince and Michael had, and it's honestly so cute and has given me so much inspiration for future chapters. :) Also, I came across this hilarious and pretty adorable Prichael film that was on YouTube, the user's name who made it is "ART OFFICIAL PRINCE TV" and you need to check it out asap. See you in the next chapter :)