A/N Disclaimer : So let me just make this extremely clear before I get flooded with hate inboxes. There is no way in hell do I believe Michael was strange looking.

The only strange thing was how gorgeous that man was...like God took his time creating him and putting every ounce of beauty and perfection in him--and I believe anyone can be as pure and beautiful as him. Like that man wasn't human.....I haven't seen any human being look that beautiful in my life. He's an angel, or just a piece of God's art.

This is what Michael went through as an artist and human being and I'm trying to make this story as real as possible. So please let's get that straight...I adore Michael, and this was in no offense to him. 

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Tatiana's POV

"So hold the phone." Sheryl says as she chews on a french fry, as she picks another one up pointing it towards me. "You mean to tell me some sick freak hid a camera in the bathroom?"

I roll my eyes nodding as I sit my drink down, wiping my mouth. "Apparently."

"So where's the camera?"

"Michael smashed it." I pause. "Against the wall." 

"Damn." Greg sighs. "I wish he didn't. It would've saved me $9.99 on my subscription to Playboy this month."

I aim a piece of fry at him as he tries to catch it in his mouth, with a smirk. 

"Do they know who did it?" Ricky chews on his hamburger, as he licks the mustard off the corner of his mouth. 

"Michael thinks some pap sneaked up in his room while he was gone and planted it there." 

"Ha." Ricky chuckles. "You said planted, and the camera was found in a plant." 

We all stare at him blankly. 

"Get it? Plant? Planted?" He grins "Come on that was a good pun.

I roll my eyes giggling as I take a bite out of my pizza. "I mean--compared to everything else that's happened that's pretty mild." I shrug. 

"You're not bothered by it?" 

"Well yeah--" I shrug. "But since I found out about what happened with 'the incident' I'm more worried about him then me. " I mumble. 

 In the strangest way I felt the need to protect Michael. It was as if he was a rare species trying to be caught by hunters in the wild, and they were setting traps in the most disgusting ways just to get a story. And if I had to have a few images of me to protect Michael, then so be it. 

I could handle it emotionally better than Michael could. Unlike Michael, I'd run up to the office and actually beat someone's ass in without a thought. 

"Tat...Mike is fine. Especially since you've been back and ya'll are back together. He had a moment of weakness, and emptiness. Besides, I know he wouldn't do that again. He acts like it never happened so I wouldn't let it bother you, ya know?" Greg says sitting back in his chair, as he adjusts his sunglasses. 

I nod as I poke at my food. "I know, but it bothers me. What if he actually would have succeeded on...you know." I mumble as I rest my forehead in the palm of my hand as I continue swirling a fry in ketchup. 

"Why not talk to him about it?" 

"Because." I shake my head. "I don't want him to know I know. Michael's has been so stressed because of touring--I mean he barely even sleeps at night anymore. He doesn't need the extra baggage." 

"Well you better tell him before he finds out you know." Ricky mumbles. "You have the worse case of luck ever." 

"That's not true....if you cut out a crazy ass stalker, a car accident, amnesia, a fake proposal--" Greg lists as I cut him off. 

"Okay, we get it smart ass." I mutter. "But I want him to come to me and talk about when, and if he's ready. The last thing he needs is to be pressured." 

"Right. I mean he'll eventually come around about it....right?" Sheryl shrugs as we all nod silently. 

Winnie's POV

"Hey, look at this." Michael chuckles picking up an album as I look over. He holds it up revealing Tatiana on the cover. "I'm gonna buy it." he smiles proudly handing it to one of the security guards as I giggle. 

While Tatiana was down the street eating with everyone, Michael wanted to go in the stores and look around. Of course Clifton wanted to tag along, and I decided to come along too. They had closed the store down to let us shop in peace--even though right outside there were a crowd of paparazzi making commotion.

"Don't you have that one already?" I giggle.

"Well I can always use another." he grins.

"Someone's in loooooooooove." I sing out as Michael's cheeks flush instantly. He chuckles shyly as he fixes his glasses pulling a magazine off the rack. 

He flips through the pages skimming them over as he stops. As he reads his jaw clenches slightly, as he tosses the magazine back on the rack. 

"Alright, let's go pay for this and go somewhere else." Michael says his voice trying to stay calm as he tries to muster a smile, before hurriedly walking to the front aisle to pay. 

"What's wrong with him?" Clifton whispers as I pick up the magazine reading. 

I feel my stomach churn as I scoff angrily. What kind of load of bull is this?

"Wow." Clifton mutters as he reads over my shoulder.  

"I can't believe someone had the guts to type this out." I stutter angrily. I was struggling with the choice on buying all the magazines on the stand just so I could burn them. 

A beast? Jacko?

Michael had to be the kindest, most gentlest person I've ever met. Sure he was a jerk to Tatiana before, due to his insecurities...but he was genuine and pure. He never had a bad thing to say to anyone, even if they were total lames. 

Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous, and amazing to my sister. 

"Winnie! Clifton!" Michael calls as I quickly toss the magazine back, as we hurriedly rush up to him.

"Hold onto me tight. Don't let go, okay? Stay close to me, and make a dash for it."  he says. "As soon as we get in the car, I want you kids to jump in first." he says as we both nod. 

We all grab hands as security opens the doors, being flooded by paparazzi.

"MICHAEL!"

"MICHAEL, WHO ARE THE KIDS?!"

"IS IT TRUE TATIANA IS ENGAGED TO PAUL WALKER?!"

"DO YOU SLEEP IN AN OXYGEN CHAMBER?!"

"MICHAEL!"

They all scream different questions left and right as I hold onto Michael harder, as security pushes past the large crowd, and flashing lights  gathering around making it hard to get to the car.

I feel Michael pull me closer to him, when my grip tightens on his hand. I wasn't going to front...I was terrified.

I suddenly feel myself being lifted from the ground, my grip from Michael's hand being yanked away roughly as I scream out.

"You better tell Michael to watch it."  a voice in my ear whispers as I kick and thrash wildly.

"Hey!! Put her down!" Michael yells as I'm dropped roughly in the sea of paparazzi and fans. Michael immediately rushes over scooping me up in his arms as he practically sprints to the car.

"I want you to find that guy." Michael hisses angrily to Wayne before getting in the car with me. As soon as the door closes Michael looks over at me, his eyes filled with worry.

"Oh god, Winnie. Are you okay?" he asks as I nod shakily. He looks me over seeing my arms bruised from the man picking me up roughly. My knee was scratched from when he dropped me, but other then that I was okay.

"I'm so so sorry, Winnie." he whispers painfully. "Did you get a look at his face or anything?"

"N-no. He came from behind me." My voice trembles as I think of his words.

I wasn't scared. I was just shaken up from it all. It happened in such a blur and there was so much chaos.

"Hey...it'll be okay." Clifton says wrapping an arm around me.

"I'm fine. Really." I muster up a giggle. "Can we get some ice cream or something?" 

Michael raises an eyebrow at me as I shrug. "Hey, being famous makes me hungry." I flip my hair off my shoulder dramatically as Michael shakes his head letting out a soft laugh. 

"You definitely are Tatiana's sister." he chuckles. "How about we get something at the hotel tonight before we go to the concert tonight?"

"Sure." I grin slightly relieved that I didn't have to experience the chaos of Michael's media circus again. 

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"Something happened. I can tell." Clifton mumbles as we sit on the bed eating, watching The Wonder Years. 

"What do you mean?" I look over at him as I chew on my hamburger. "I'm fine...really." 

"Winnie. You're my best friend. I know you, so spill." he stares me down as I sigh. 

"When that creep picked me up, he said to tell Michael to 'watch it." I mutter as Clifton's eyes widen. 

"He what? You have to tell him. Winnie, why didn't you say anything?! I'm telling Michael. I'm telling him about Karen, and everything else. This whole thing is getting dangerous and--" 

"Clifton! Please don't! Please!" 

"And why not?!" 

"Because! Come on, man!" I whine. "Where's your sense of adventure?!" 

"Where's your common sense?!"

"My common sense?!" I stand up angrily. 

"Yes your common sense! You're acting stupid! This is going too far!" he shouts back as he stands up as we come face to face. 

"I'm stupid?! You're just chicken! I've never seen a guy so scared all the time like you!" 

"I'm not chicken! I just don't want anything to happen to you! God, if you got hurt or had something happen to you like your sister and--" 

I immediately press my lips against his as he stops talking. It wasn't anything gross or gooey, it was a simple soft peck . I pull away as he stares at me in a complete daze. 

"Please let me do this. I promise nothing will happen to me, okay?" I stare at him as he continues to be in a daze adjusting his glasses. 

"Y-yeah...uh huh." he swoons as I giggle. 

"You okay?" I giggle as a goofy grin spreads across his face. 

"Uh huh." he continues smiling staring in space as I continue to giggle. 

"So you'll help me?"

"Y-yeah." he looks over at me as he continues to grin. "I mean we are Bonnie and Clyde right?"

"Right." I grin as we intertwine pinkies.  

Paul's POV

"Beep, Beep, Beep...." the alarm goes off as I immediately kick off the covers, turning it off. I grab my hoodie off the chair as I peek outside. 

Tonight was the night Latoya and I were going to escape. After days and many hours of planning and plotting...we were ready. 

"Are you ready?" I look up seeing LaToya at the door, with a duffle bag slung over her arm. 

"Let's do this." 

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Will Michael ever tell Tatiana the truth?

Will Winnie and Clifton stay out of danger?

Will Paul and Latoya really break it out of the slammer?

There's only one thing to do....read the next chapter!

And as for asking our characters questions....this is how I will do it. I'm going to list their names. Just comment what you want to ask them and they will answer in the next chapter.

List of Characters:

Michael:

Tatiana:

Winnie:

Clifton:

Paul:

Latoya:

Greg:

Ricky:

Sheryl:

Prince:

Frank:

Jack Gordon:

Karen Faye:

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