Tatiana's POV

"Baby, we have to get back soon...." Michael whispers across my lips, his hands on both sides of my head as he lays on top of me. By this time we were still laying on the beach, the sun beginning to rise. 

"Hmm..." I mumble leaning in kissing him deeply again.

Somehow we managed to not get much farther--especially since we were out in public with a 50% chance risk on getting caught (I could imagine the headlines if we were though). We didn't sleep at all--which I've noticed Michael has been doing less of lately. He had light circles under his eyes from the lack of sleeping. He was always getting up pacing around, writing music, or pretty much anything that could be done in the daytime. 

"Let's get back and get some sleep..." I mumble softly. 

"I'll sleep on the plane." he whispers gently kissing my jaw. "I just want to be with you..." 

"You're always with me..." I giggle softly as he smiles lightly. He rolls off of me gently before slowly getting up, grunting lightly as he stretches his back. He rubs his eyes sleepily as I giggle staring at the sand on his back, and in his hair.

"Mr. Sandman..." I laugh out as he looks at me confused. I get up making him turn around, swiping off the sand on his backside. 

"You enjoying it back there?" he asks coyly. I squint my eyes up at him before smacking him on the butt hard, running away laughing.  

"Get back here!" he laughs out chasing me down the beach. I laugh hard squealing, as I turn my head seeing him catching up as I run faster. He tackles me in the sand as I scream out. 

"No!" I laugh out as he climbs on top of me. "I'm sor---" I burst into laughter as pins me down tickling my sides. 

"Michael! Please stop!" I squirm underneath him. 

"I'm gonna kill you for that, girl." he laughs as he tickles my underarms, making me laugh harder. 

"I'm sorry!"

"You want me to stop?" he laughs out. 

"Y-yes..." I choke on laughter as he goes faster. 

"You have to say "I'm sorry, Daddy..." and moan it too." he smiles cheekily, making my eyes widen. 

"Michael!" 

"Wrong answer...." he smirks tickling me wildly in the sand again. 

"No! No!" I laugh out. "I give up!"

He stops still having me pinned down, as he raises a playful eyebrow. 

I blush widely clearing my throat. "I'm sorry, daddy...." 

"You have to moan it." Michael says making me narrow my eyes. I groan in protest and Michael begins to move his hands.

"I'm sorry, Daddy..." I moan quickly. "There!" 

He busts out laughing as I push him off of me, grumbling. I sit up swatting the sand out of my hair as he lays back in laughter. 

"You're so irritating..." I mutter getting up wiping the sand off of me, before flipping my hair walking down the beach. 

"Wait...I'm sorry!" he laughs out running after me, giggling. 

I glare at him, before looking away. He giggles leaning in my ear whispering; "That moan is music to my ears., though..." he whispers before walking away smirking. 

I blush deeply as he looks back at me giggling. He reaches his hand out for mine and we intertwine our fingers walking along with each other back to the hotel. taking the stairs before reaching to our floor. 

"Did you finish packing?" he asks looking around the hallway as I shrug. 

"Kind of...I still have more things to pack." I mumble. I yawn slightly, as we walk to his room. He fumbles around, grabbing the key out of my pocket.

He smirks slowly. "Do you need help packing? Like bras?"

"Shutup Michael..." I blush as he unlocks the door. We take two steps inside before my heart drops to my knees. 

Michael takes another step, his face going slightly pale.

The whole room was trashed. Pillows ripped apart, mattresses turned over, scratches on the wall, wallpaper that hung limply off it. Clothes thrown everywhere, vases broken....you get the picture.

I stand in the same spot, looking around at a loss for words. 

"M-michael--"

"Look at this...." he swallows hard, his voice shaking with anger.

"S-someone must have broken into your room, when we were out..." 

"No kidding, Tatiana." he lashes out bitterly. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry..." he whispers weakly. 

I stay silent as I stare around the room in a daze. 

"I-I need to get Frank." he says quietly. I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around seeing Greg and Ricky walk in grinning. 

"Hey man, what's--" Greg goes mute as he steps in the room. "I thought ya'll were freaks but this--"

"Can you stop clowning around for two minutes, Greg?!" Michael almost shouts out. "Look at this place!"

"It's hard not to look! It's a wreck, what did ya'll do?" Greg says in shock as he takes a step forward, trying not to step on broken glass. 

"We didn't do anything! We went--" Michael stops speaking, shaking his head. "Someone broke in here." 

"How can someone do that? Wasn't someone in the halls guarding?" 

Michael looks over at me silently, with almost a knowing look. If we could have snuck past them last night, anyone else possibly could too. 

"I don't know..." he swallows hard, as he puts his head down walking out.  

I look around, closing my eyes tiredly before looking down. 

"God..." I whisper shaking my head, pushing past them, following after Michael. 

"Michael.."

He turns around looking at  me tiredly. He gives a small smile that doesn't reach in his eyes, as he kisses my forehead. "It'll be alright..." he whispers dryly. "Just go to your room, and get packed." 

"But Michael--" 

"You need to get packed."

"But I want to help--"

"Tatiana go in your room. Please..." 

"Mich--"

"As your boss, I'm telling you to go in your room! Now!" he says louder making me jump. He turns walking away angrily disappearing down the hall, as I stand alone. 

Welcome back to the Bad Tour, Tatiana.  

Michael's POV

I walk down the hallway as everyone begins to come out of their rooms. They greet me and I don't have the words to say anything back. 

All I'm seeing is red. 

I knew I shouldn't have gotten angry at Tatiana or Greg...but enough was enough. I stop walking as I get to Frank's room. I knock on it for awhile, and the door swings open. There standing is Frank , cigar in hand, rubbing his eyes.

"Kid, I'm glad you're here...come on in." 

I slowly walk in my head down as he closes the door. I stares at the wall, hands behind my back as I begin to fidget. 

"You should see the papers and news today, kid." he grins going in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee as I lean against the wall. "You were a hit last night, and since Tatiana is back everyone is happy." he chuckles nodding to the newspaper. 

I look down blankly seeing a picture of Tatiana and I singing, IJCSLY. I swallow hard looking away. He was happy now, but as soon as he would hear about the room he was going to lose it. And rightfully so. If Frank knew Tatiana and I snuck out last night he'd make me fire her from the tour. 

"What's the problem kid?" he asks sitting down at the kitchen bar stool, pouring himself some coffee. I stare at him blankly before looking down. I was almost too scared to tell him what happened and how it happened. 

"Mike....sit down. You're making me nervous, kid." he says sticking a cigar in his mouth. I shake my head looking down as he furrows his eyebrows. 

"F-frank, I need to show you something." I say hoarsely. 

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"WHAT IN THE DAMN FUCKING HELL OF SHIT HAPPENED?!" Frank yells out as I close my eyes wincing. We stand in the room as I swallow hard closing my eyes. 

"I-I don't know..." I whisper as I look out of the corner of my eye seeing Sheryl, Tatiana, Greg and Ricky peeking in. 

"How can you not know?! You've been sleeping in here and you don't know?!" 

"Frank, I wasn't here." 

"So where were you?" 

"I was--" I look over at Tatiana and looks down clearing my throat. "I-I was..."

Tatiana's POV

Even though Frank didn't technically decide to fire me, I still didn't like him that because he did. Not to mention the fact he sometimes had this impression on being the boss of Michael, controlling him. Which was what he was doing right now. 

Even though Frank was a stalky, short man, he was intimidating as hell. And by the look on Michael's face you can tell he didn't know what to say or do. 

"Well?" Frank says raising an eyebrow, staring daggers at Michael. I sigh stepping forward. 

"Michael was--"

"With me." Greg says  cutting me off. "Michael and I were in my room, working on some music since we were hyped from the show last night." 

"This morning?"

"All night." Greg says coolly. 

"And where were you three?" he asks us, his eyes on mine. 

What the hell?

"They were with us." Greg says calmly. "Mike needed them for some of our projects....right Michael?" Greg asks as Michael nods quickly. 

Frank looks at all of us curiously before turning back at Michael, who's giving a sheepish shrug. 

"Alright--I'll talk to the management and see what we can do. In the meantime...start packing. We have to be out of here by three." he says before walking out. 

We all close our eyes giving a sigh of relief. 

"Greg...thanks, man." Michael sighs out. 

"Nah, it ain't nothin man..."he says, turning around to walk out. 

"Where are you going?" Ricky asks as Greg looks back at us. 

"I'm gonna switch Frank's cigars, with my blunts. The dude needs to chill..." he mutters walking out as we all look at each other, before busting out laughing. 

Michael's POV

Even though hotel management was nicer then they should have been about it, considering their room had so much damage--I still couldn't let it go. 

I stare out the window at the clouds, sitting in the back of the plane. I didn't tell anyone I was leaving or going anywhere....

Someone must have seen us leave, and watched us. That's the only logical explanation....

But who?

I look over at Tatiana who is in the next aisle, next to Sheryl. Both are fast asleep--actually everyone was asleep on the bus, except for me. 

I sink in my seat sighing out as I kick off my shoes, curling up in a blanket as I close my eyes soon drifting off to sleep. 

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Hey guys! I decided to update again! 

I'm going to a family reunion, and a grand opening of a store I did a campaign with in the upcoming weeks so I might be slow updating; but I'll try my best. 

Stay tuned...because the nitty gritty is coming. 

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