Tatiana's POV

I stretch myself out on the bed, pouring myself a cup of coffee; while Michael is in the bathroom taking an actual shower.

I couldn't help but let a smile spread across my face as last nights events enter my mind.  I feel completely hung over almost, like I had too much of him--but it seemed like it was almost never enough.

As look over seeing Michael suitcase filled with a suitcase full of nothing but music, packed with CDs, tapes and vinyls, with everything and everyone. I furrow my eyebrows as I pull one out, my eyes popping open. 

There in my hands was a vinyl album of Purple Rain--and to top it off it was signed. 

"Hey--" 

I turn around seeing Michael. His hair damp and messy, a towel around his shoulders, in loose pants and a half buttoned shirt, he looks up at her as he comes out, smiles, smelling of shampoo and body wash. 

"Want to explain this?" I snicker holding up the album as his face turns into a deep shade of red. 

"It's not mine." 

"To MJ..Love, Prince." I snicker.

"He signs everything like that. And anyway it's Marlon's. He has MJ as his initials too." 

"Do I smell a bromance in the air?" I laugh. "I wonder what all those journalists would think..."

He's laughing and starts approaching me to take the vinyl cover from my hands.

I giggle as I hold it away from his reach. "How much do you think the National Enquirer would pay for this?" 

"You wouldn't." his eyes widen as he laughs out reaching for it.

 "I bet you're his number one fan, I bet you sneak into all his concerts."

"I swear girl." he chuckles as he reaches for me as I quickly dodge him. "Oh so it's like that now huh?"

He lunges at me as he grabs me, picking me up as he throws me over his shoulder. 

"Michael!" I scream as he throws me on the bed, the album landing next to me. He grabs it as he walks away smirking. 

I pull him down on the bed as he giggles, as I move on top of him straddling him. 

He chuckles as he stares up at me with big eyes. "What are you doing?" he smirks grabbing me by my hips.

"Taking charge." I smirk reaching over to grab the album next to him, as he quickly grabs it.

"Nuh-uh." he smirks grasping it, his arm outstretched off the bed.

"Michael!" I laugh reaching for it as he laughs out. The phone begins to ring interrupting our fun, as I move off of him letting him answer.

"Hello?"

He stays silent as a look comes across his face. "Alright, I'm coming down...." 

He pauses and looks over at me. "Oh, she must be with Sheryl. Just call Sheryl's room." 

He stops and smirks slightly at me. "Okay. I'll see you." he says before hanging up. 

"We're leaving for breakfast in 20 minutes. I told Frank you were in Sheryl's." 

Even though I kept some of my clothes in Michael's room, while I had most of my luggage in my own room; it was a rule on tour that there could be no relations between anyone working--but it was obvious that everyone was breaking the rules on that. We all were sneaking past Frank like we were teens sneaking around our parents. 

And luckily everyone covered for one another, and Michael and I only acted like a couple when he wasn't around. 

"I better get going, before he sees me leaving your room." I say hopping off the bed. 

"Wait..." he says gently grabbing me pressing his lips against mine. We kiss for a moment passionately, before pulling away. 

"I'll see you in a few minutes." I say as we walk towards the door. 

"Okay--" he sighs as I kiss his cheek, before slipping out of his room

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"What do you think you're getting?" I ask as Sheryl looks up from her menu at me chewing her gum. 

"I dunno. I'm trying to go on a diet. I've been eating so much fast food on this tour, and I need to slow down."

I chuckle. "But you always work it off when you're onstage."

"True." she reads the menu again. "I might get an omelet."

"Man, I just know I'm starving. Where's da sausage?"  Greg chuckles.

I make a face as I gag. "I hate sausage." 

"But you eat Michael's." Greg says making Ricky spew his coffee everywhere as everyone bursts into fits of laughter. I blush deeply as I cover my face with my hand. 

"Fuck you, Greg." 

Michael snickers lowly as he looks up from his menu over at me. 

"I'd let you, but Snowflake is already." Greg claps back as Sheryl shoots a look at him. 

I giggle as a waitress comes to our part of the table. She had a short white skirt, with a red polo that was buttoned before exposing too much cleavage. Her blond hair was blown out into beachy waves, bringing out her perfect tan. She almost looked like one of the beach babes in a movie. 

And apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed, because all of the guys at our table section were gawking. 

"Hello, my name is Jessica. And I'll be serving you." she smiles--directly at Michael. 

Michael blushes flashing a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Jessica." 

Idiot.

"I just have to say...I'm such a huge fan." she giggles as I give a tight smile resting my fist under my chin. 

"Really?" he cheeses. "Thank you--that means--" 

"Can I have the blueberry crepes, with strawberry lemonade please?" I interrupt giving her a tight smile. 

"Someone's jealous as hell." Ricky mutters as I kick him hard under the table making everyone snicker. 

"Yeah, can I have the chicken and waffles? And maybe some thighs or breasts?" Greg smirks looking her up and down as Sheryl hits the back of his head. 

"Hey!" he whines rubbing his head as Michael tries not to laugh, as he orders. 

"I'll be right back with your order." she smiles looking him up and down before leaving to another table of the band, as Michael has a goofy grin on his face. 

He looks back at me as I raise an eyebrow, as he chuckles nervously. "She was nice." 

"Mhhhhhhhhm." I mutter. 

"She was nice allllll over." Ricky laughs as I roll my eyes. 

"She was alright--those boobs were faker than Rachel's weave." Sheryl says making me giggle as we slap hands. 

"How could you tell?" Greg snickers. 

"A woman knows." she says flipping her hair over her shoulder. 

I giggle as Michael chuckles leaning in my ear. "She doesn't compare to you anyway." he giggles softly making me blush. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." I roll my eyes as he giggles. 

"This is what it sound like...when doves cry." I hear on the radio in the background. I smirk looking over at Michael. 

"I bet you know all the words to this song." I snicker as Michael laughs hard. 

"I hate you." he giggles. "No...I'm kidding." he gently rests his hand over mine as his laughs fill the room. 

I giggle shaking my head, as I look over at Michael. I couldn't help but be in love with his laugh--it's the kind of laugh that wanted to make you join in, and it was just as musical and magical as him.  

A few moments later the waitress comes out with our food and my eyes almost bug out of my head. I could swear that her skirt was two inches shorter and her shirt was three more buttons open. 

"Here you go." she says in a obnoxiously cheerful voice. As she sets Michael's plate down she leans forward exposing her cleavage, making Ricky's gum fall out of his mouth. 

Of course, Michael has his eyes away as he grows embarrassed his face flushed. 

And me--well I was glaring her up and down as she passed everyone their breakfast. 

"Is their anything else I can get you?" she asks coyly. She stops and giggles as she gently TOUCHES Michael's curls. 

'You have the cutest curls..." she smiles as Michael chuckles slightly shifting in his chair. I feel everyone's eyes on me as I try to keep in the annoyance that was growing in me. 

"Thank you." he says looking over at me giving me a look that said "Please don't give go off." 

But of course I ignore it as I smile at her. "Sweetheart?" I smile as she looks up at me. 

"Yes?" she asks looking slightly annoyed. 

"I'd like a new waitress, please." I snap as she squints her eyes. 

"Don't give her attitude, Jessica. She's crazy. Just go before she pops one of those." Sheryl says pointing to her boobs as she storms off angrily. 

I look in my plate before cutting a crepe with Michael staring at me. 

"Oh so you can get jealous but I can't?" he asks with a smirk. 

"Shut up." I mutter as they all burst into laughs.

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I just wanted to have a fun/funny moment with the Bad gang. But the next chapter someone's coming baaaaaack!

Also, I haven't been on wattpad but thank you to all the people who nominated TWYMMF for the MJFA's and the amazing reviews on the book. You guys are the most loyal and amazing moonwalkers to slay the earth. I appreciate you! 

(And so does Greg.)

But I found some crazy rare music videos Tatiana was featured in so the next upcoming chapters I'll upload them! I hope you enjoy this one!!!

https://youtu.be/jJkyOvXM6ds

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