Tatiana's POV

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I mumble as Sheryl runs her hands through my hair.

"Calm down. I got this..." she giggles as she shampoo's my hair. "I'm really gonna miss the blonde though."

"Me too..." I mumble. "But I'm just changing it up for tour, I'll go back to it soon."

"It'll still look good...you'd look good bald."

"Just don't make me bald, Sheryl." I gulp as she laughs.

"Will you relax?" she laughs. "I know how to dye hair...my Aunt use to own a salon, and I learned a few things."

I open one eye, peeking at Sheryl's over the top wild blonde hair. "I see..." I mumble as she narrows her eyes at me. Sheryl and I decided to have a girls day, while Michael was gone doing interviews. I made a rash, scary decision to let her dye my hair....which I think I might regret.

"Keep playing and you'll have a receding hair line." she grunts as I bite my lip smiling, closing my eyes. "Does Michael know your doing this?"

"Nuh-uh...I wanted to surprise him. I don't think I've ever  gone this dark with my hair before..." I say as she sits me up drying my hair.

"Well so far, I can honestly say it looks great." she grins. "Just wait until I style it."

I close my eyes saying a silent prayer, as she gets to work.

**

"Holy shit..." I whisper staring in the mirror as I run a hand through my newly jet black hair. Sheryl sits back admiring her work. "This looks so good..."

"I know." she says shrugging giving a cocky grin, as she takes a sip of water.

"If I knew you could do this, I would've let you do my hair all the time." I say leaning forward as I stare at my hair in the mirror, playing with it.

"It's kinda scary though, because now you look like the female version of Michael." she laughs out sitting down in a chair.  "But then again they always say when you're around someone, you morph into them."

I blush lightly. Michael and I didn't tell anyone that we were seeing each other, officially yet. Just because for now we enjoyed keeping it to ourselves, for now. 

Suddenly the door opens as Greg and Ricky walk in.

"Hey Sheryl, Hey Michael.." Greg says absently sitting on the bed, as I roll my eyes.

"It's Tatiana..." Sheryl snickers as Greg and Ricky do a double take, his eyes widening.

"Holy--" Ricky looks me up and down. "Ya'll look like twins." 

"Only difference is that back here..." Greg snickers looking at my butt, as I throw a brush in his direction.

"And we all know why its like that--" Ricky begins to say looking over at a smirking Greg.

"Vitamin D." they say at the same time cackling loudly, slapping hands.

"Will you both lay off?" I moan covering my face to keep from laughing.

"Nah, I missed this while you were gone." Greg grins widely. "It's entertaining."

"So is your face." I smirk as Greg gasps putting a hand over his chest dramatically.

"Me?"

"Man, if laughter is the best medicine your face must be curing the world." Ricky snickers as we high five each other, laughing.

"Please...I'm a chocolate, glazed doughnut." Greg smirks.

"Ehh...I don't know about glazed. You're like the powdery kind-- ashy as hell." Ricky says as Sheryl busts out laughing, as Greg begins to wrestle Ricky.

The phone suddenly rings and I giggle getting running in the other room to answer it.

"Hello?" I answer breathlessly into the phone looking over at Greg hitting Ricky with a pillow, as I giggle.

"Hello-- is this Tatiana?" an eerily familiar voice says as I furrow my eyebrows biting my lip.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Well--I'm not sure if you know me or not." the stranger on the other line smirks. "But my name is Prince."

I freeze and looks up at Sheryl mouthing "Oh my god..."

She furrows her eyebrows waving her hand for Ricky and Greg to be quiet as I clear my throat.

"Y-yeah-- I heard of you." I clear my throat, getting my thoughts together. "I'm a huge fan."

"Oh yeah?" he chuckles. "That's interesting--cause I'm a huge fan of you, princess."

My eyes widen.

Oh boy.

"Which is why I'm callin'." he says making me raise a brow.

"Yeah?"

"So--I'm having a concert tonight here." he says slowly. "And this is kinda last minute-- but I was curious if you'd be interested opening for me."

I wince slightly at the thought. It was no secret that there was some sort of rivalry between Michael and Prince. Everyone knew it, and the press milked it at every opportunity.

"Can I think about it?" I chuckle weakly.

"You don't think your boy, Michael will like it?" he laughs.

"How--" I pause shaking my head. "Do you?"

"Nope." he says, making me smirk.

"So why did you call?"

"Cause I like your style." he says truthfully. "And of course you."

I roll my eyes, knowing where this was heading. "How did you even get my number?"

"Your management. They told me you were gonna be in Hawaii at the same time I was--" he shrugs playing with the phone cord. "So I called."

"Well I'll think about it." I say as he smirks.

"You got 2 hours, until I call back."

And with that the line went dead.

Michael's POV

I sigh tossing my glasses on the dresser as I walk in the suite. If I see one more camera , I'd end up smashing it.

"Hey Mike!" everyone greets as I smile tiredly.

Even though I didn't feel like being around anyone, I would always make an exception for Tatiana and the gang. For the first time it was nice being around a bunch of people who cared about me. Truly.

"Hey...where's Ta--" I stop speaking as she steps out from the other room, making my jaw drop.

"Hey." she smiles as I stay silent, staring at her trying to control my breathing. She bites her lip shyly as I open my mouth, then closing it.

"Well damn, you made the man speechless." Sheryl giggles as I continue taking her in.

Her tan skin practically glowed against her jet black hair bringing out her exotic features.

"How the hell is she mine..." I think to myself as I continue staring.

"Michael?"

I shake my head quickly staring at the angel in front of me as I swallow hard. "Y-yeah?"

"Do you like it?" she asks as I nod fast, feeling the stupid come out of me as I blush.

"Y-you look so beautiful." I whisper as she looks down, blushing.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww..." everyone says as Tatiana and I look down embarrassed.

"Why don't we leave you two alone, while we go get some lunch?" Sheryl says grabbing Greg's hand as I shake my head smiling.

"Alright." Greg says as they all walk to the door. "Just one thing--" he digs in his pocket tossing a small square object to me.

"What's this?" I furrow my eyebrows before looking down at it.

A condom.

I instantly turn red, looking up at him horrified. 

"I gotcha covered man." Greg grins. "Stay safe!"

I toss it back to him as he walks out laughing, closing the door behind him. I look over at Tatiana as we both bust out laughing.

I look over at her smirking, before playfully lunging at her knocking her into the bed as she screams out laughing. "Michael!"

I chuckle leaning down kissing her sweetly. "I missed you.."

"You were gone for just a few hours." she giggles.

"I still wanted to be where you were." I mumble, resting my head on her chest. "Believe me, its a lot better then being with a whole bunch of leeches all day."

We stay quiet as she plays with my hair.

"Michael--" she says softly.

"Hmm?"

"I got a phone call today." she says slowly. "Uhm-- someone wants me to open up for them tonight."

"Really?" I look up at her. "That's great, who?"

"Prince." she says very lowly, as I shoot up looking at her blankly.

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Another chapter for you guys this week, because I love you all so much. The upcoming ones are going to be kinda long so I'm gonna put them in parts.

I'm highkey proud of my editing skills with Tatiana. I won't even lie. But--

Did she just put Prince in a Michael Jackson Story?

Michael.....

Listen Michael....

Baby?

I still love you.

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xoxo,

moonwalkergal

(sorry for all the gif's. He's such a babe..)