The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 115 - Coming Out

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.