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

Chapter 124 - Purple Envy

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.