Michael's POV

The room is entirely silent as Greg stares at the paper in his hand. The only sounds filling the air is my heart pounding out of my chest, as I stare at Greg's hands.

"Y-you mean...?" he breathes out looking over at me as I snatch the papers out of his hand quickly.

"No."

"No what? It looks like you want to--"

I close my eyes for a moment, before breathing out shakily.

"It was from ages ago, okay Greg?" I sigh, stuffing it in my pocket. "Before I fired her..."

"So you thought about it?"

"Of course I thought about it." I pause. "But I-I don't know if that's in our future now."

"Does she know, man?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "That you're that serious?"

"No, and I don't plan on her knowing. She doesn't need to know-- this relationship with us is already confusing. I don't need to confuse her anymore." I mutter running a hand through my hair.

It was already difficult to get her to trust me, or believe I am different.

"Tatiana and I--" I shake my head. "I don't even know if we are together or--"

"Fuck buddies?" Greg says bluntly, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket.

"We aren't--" I feel my cheeks heat up as he looks over at me his eyes widening.

"You ain't gettin' the 'p' yet?" he says his eyes large, as he takes a bite out the apple. "Damn...no wonder I haven't heard the walls thumping--"

He busts out laughing as I throw a wad of paper in his direction, as he quickly dodges it.

"It isn't about sex, Greg." I laugh, falling in my chair. My smile slowly fades as I grow serious. "It's love. I'm in love with her."

"Then tell her."

"I have, and you know--" I shrug. "She doesn't say it back. But I don't expect her too, unless she means it."

He nods slowly. "So you haven't asked her to be your girl, or nothin'?"

I shake my head as he puts his apple down on the counter.

"You have to." he stares me down. "Claim her ass, right now."

I snort, shaking my head. "It isn't that simple..."

"Cause you both ain't making it simple, dummy." he retorts. "If you want this and her...you tell her you want her. And you get her, reserve the 'p" and don't let her ass go again."

I bite my lip down as I struggle not to laugh at Greg's notions.

But he was right...I need to do this right this time.

"S-so you think I should?" I ask him as he nods quickly.

"Hell yes." he grins. "You know I've always dug you two together. So ask her, man."

He looks up at the clock. "And I gotta go-- I'll see you later, okay man? But think about it."

I nod as he slaps my hand into his signature handshake encouragingly, before I walk him to the door.

Before he walks down the hall, I call out;

"Greg!"

He turns around as I look at him sheepishly. "Can you not tell anyone about you know..."

"Don't worry. Your secret it safe with me." he reassures giving a Cheshire cat grin.

"Think about what I told you...." he points to me before walking down the hall.

Tatiana's POV

I look in the mirror at myself and bites my lip, staring at my reflection. I wasn't wearing anything too special. Just a white long sleeved v-neck shirt, with white draw string pants and sandals. I left my hair in it's natural wild curls, and kept my makeup light.

I study myself in the mirror for a moment before the phone by the bed, suddenly begins to ring loudly. I sigh grabbing the phone off the hook near the bed, before answering;

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Thumbtzen?" an unfamiliar voice says on the other line.

"Yes?"

"This is the management of the Fairmont Orchid...we have a delivery for you at the front desk. We need you to come to the front desk."

"Oh uhm.." I furrow my eyebrows, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "It can't be brought to my suite?"

"It's just a part of our hotel policy ma'am. For verification."

I sigh out looking at the clock in my room. "I'll be right down in a minute..."

I hang up the phone, before grabbing my room key. I head out the door, down the hall to the elevators.

"Fuck, I should've told Michael I was going to be late."  I think to myself before stepping in the elevator doors. The elevator doors close, and I press the button to the first floor.

I lean back against the wall, humming softly to myself and suddenly--

"BAM!"

I grip the bars on the elevator wall, as it suddenly goes to a halt. The lights flicker as I feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

What the hell?

I press the buttons on the elevator wall, to any of the floors.

Nothing.

"No, no--" I whisper panicked. I press the bell alarm on the wall, and suddenly the lights go dim.

"Oh my god.." I whisper feeling my stomach twist, as I keep pressing random buttons feeling the suppressed panic bubble out of me.

There was only one thing to do right now.

I begin to pound on the steel doors yelling on the top of my lungs.

"Someone! Please! Help!!"

Michael's POV

I look down at my watch and sits back in my chair, rubbing my lip slowly.

It's been 25 minutes, and Tatiana hasn't been here yet. I furrow my eyebrows staring at the phone on the dresser.  I called her suite phone, and no one answered. Which was unlike Tatiana.

So was being late, especially on dates.

"If this is considered one."  I think to myself as I jiggle my leg nervously.

Whatever we are planning to do today, I wanted it to be special. At the right time I would walk her down the beach, and just ask her;

"Will you be my girl?"

I smile slightly to myself at the thought, before a knock hits the door.

Finally.

I anxiously get up, as I walk to the door, swinging it open looking down to meet her hazel eyes. Instead I stare into a pair of green ones.

"Karen?" I raise an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

"Michael..." she smiles warmly stepping in. "How are you?"

"I-I'm fine..." I furrow my eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just checking on you." she smiles and sits on the couch. "I thought you could use some company."

 Karen sits back turning on the television as I stare at her confused for a moment, before clearing my throat awkwardly.

"Well uhm--I'm kind of waiting on--" my voice is cut off as I stare at the news.

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Hey guys,

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I haven;'t been feeling very confident about my writing lately (I don't know why) but I thank you all for being so kind and patient.

God, I've cried so much it's unbelievable. Prince and Michael were always my favorites. Now I have none. No one can ever replace them, or my admiration for the two. The only major breakdown I had like this was with Michael. During every photoshoot they would play MJ or Prince for me...I've tried all day to write something meaningful about my idol, but nothing seemed right.

 All hail the Prince, the beautiful one.

xoxo,

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