Tatiana's POV

"You know you can't hide behind me, right?" I giggle as Michael is crouched down behind me, hiding from Greg who is hunting down who took his bag of his flaming hot Cheetos, which of course—Michael ate up.

He giggles. "You're so little— "he chuckles putting a hand on my hip, and another right below my ass, as he continues to "hide".

"Michael—can't you hide somewhere else?" I ask, drinking water as Sheryl looks over at me giggling.

"Yes—but this is my favorite spot." He pinches my ass, cracking up as I jump.

"Don't touch me you animal!" I tease backing away from him. He smirks a humorous light coming in his eyes, as steps closer;

"Come here girl and try to tame me." He smirks running after me. I shriek as he grabs me pulling me in his arms as he lays quick kisses on my neck and face, making me squeal out.

"Michael!"

"You smell nice." He compliments, tries to be annoying.

"And you smell like sweat and Tom Ford!" I whine even though I really didn't mind.

"Awwww the lovebirds..." Sheryl laughs as she flops on the bed. We had just come back from rehearsal and all gathered in Sheryl's room.

"Well one of those birds is about to have my foot up their ass and be the turkey for thanksgiving...." Greg hisses walking in as Michael stops, his body freezing. Michael turns his head over as he gives Greg a sheepish grin;

"Listen Greg, I'm— "

Greg whips out a water gun spraying Michael down as Michael yells out. He grabs me using me as a shield as I scream.

"MICHAEL!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Greg yells as Michael runs out the hotel room down the hallway, with Greg running after him.

All we hear is Michael's loud laughter as Greg sprays him down the hall. Sheryl and I look over our eyes widening as we peek from the doorway laughing out as we see Michael and Greg running up and down the hall.

Sheryl and I look over at each other, and we didn't even have to share our idea before we run in the room laughing out.

"Here!" Sheryl laughs, tossing me a water gun, grabbing her own as we quickly fill them with water. We rush back in the hall, right at the moment Greg has Michael cornered.

"Ohhhhhhh boys...." Sheryl sings as they turn around.

We whip out the gun spraying them down as we bust out laughing.

"Hey!" Michael laughs out as he raises his arms trying to cover himself.

"SHERYL!" Greg gasps. "I'm about to make you wetter then I made you last night, girl!" he shouts out as he sprays back at us.

We all start screaming as we spray each other down—we were having so much fun we didn't notice that other people from the tour had come in the hallway to join in.

Soon it wasn't even just water—somehow Michael had a can of whip cream and was spraying it at everyone he came in contact with.

"Michael!" I scream as he aims it right in my hair as soon as I run out of water.

"This is payback!" he yells out as I scream putting up my arms covering myself.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP HERE?!"

The screaming and laugher immediately stops as we all look over at a red faced Frank, who has a death grip on his cigar.

Michael, Greg, and Ricky look over at each other slowly smirking before turning their weapons on him spraying him down as we all bust out laughing, starting over again with Frank joining in.

**

I step out the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around my body as I dry my hair.  I shiver lightly the cool air hitting my skin. I had to shower and wash my hair--my whole body was completely sticky from being sprayed with whip cream and water. 

I couldn't help but find myself smiling again. It as the first time in a bit I've seen Michael fully relax since the elevator and room break in incident. The worried look in his eyes was fully gone, and replaced with the magical sparkle, his smile and laugh brighter than any star in the galaxy-- which always had a way on making my stomach turn into the butterfly kingdom.

I walk into the bedroom, unzipping my pajama's out of my suitcase. By now I was too lazy to unpack my things and kept them in my luggage. 

"I'll do it in the morning." I think to myself, knowing I probably wouldn't. 

I slip a pair of pink shorts, and a pink tee with fuzzy socks, before snuggling in bed slowly falling asleep.

**

"Tatiana...." someone whispers in my ear.

I shoot up, hitting my forehead against the dark figure making him groan.

"Fu...mmph...Michael....dammit!" I hiss rubbing my forehead. "How did you get in here?"

"I didn't mean to scare you." he mutters sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his forehead. "I couldn't sleep..."

I moan tiredly rubbing the sore spot on my forehead, as I lean over turning on the light. I look up seeing Michael, his clothes and hair ruffled from attempting to sleep. 

"Can I sleep with you?" he whispers hoarsely as I nod, pulling the covers back. He slips  off his shirt slowly climbing in bed, as he gently cuddles close next to me. 

We stay in a comfortable silence as I gently trail my fingers over his smooth chest, tracing my name on his skin. I was so lost in the moment of quietness I didn't realize Michael was singing softly to himself--

"Lay your body close to mine
Let me fill you with my dreams
I can make you feel alright
And baby through the years
Gonna love you more each day
So I promise you tonight
That you'll always be the lady in my life ...." 

I smile softly as I look up at him. He continues holding me in his arms as he stares in space. By the look in his eyes I could tell he was lost in his thoughts, and somewhere far away.

"Michael?" I whisper softly. 

"Hmm?"

"I love you." 

He looks down at me, his eyes softening. Instead of answering he stares in my eyes before pressing his lips against mine. 

Jack's POV

"And where the hell have you been?" I hiss in annoyance as Karen slips in the car. 

"I have a job you know." she rolls her eyes. She pulls an envelope out of her bra, handing it over as I take it in slight disgust. 

"What's this?" I mumble scruffly opening the envelope. 

"Well--" she shrugs. "I did a little research in Hawaii." 

"And?" 

"It looks like Michael has some skeletons in the closet." she giggles as I raise an eyebrow. 

"Apparently he was taken to the hospital a couple of months ago when Tatiana had her "accident" she quotes with her fingers. "You might want to take a look yourself." 

I squint my eyes in the darkness looking in my lap, at what seemed to be hospital records. I skim over "SUICIDE ATTEMPT" as my eyes widen slightly. 

"And that's not all--" she smirks handing over a smaller envelope. "This is a letter he wrote--to Tatiana..." 

I raise an eyebrow chuckling as I take it in my hands. "Does she know about this?"

"I doubt it." she shrugs. "It looks like she never got the letter..." 

I chuckle as I look down at the papers in my hand, smirking slowly; "I guess we should make it our duty to return to who it was meant for...."

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It looks like some secrets aren't meant to keep. 

I'm highkey sorry if this chapter is messy/boring/short....I'm still out of town and I know you guys are desperate for an update!

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