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

Chapter 134 - Stampede

Michael's POV

"Tat, stop.." I laugh as she turns my face towards her again as she gently touches my eyebrows.  

I chuckle as I sit back in my seat. It was early morning, the sun barely peeking through as we all sit on the plane going to our next destination. 

"Michael, I'm serious. You're eyebrows are perfect look at that arch." she giggles as she studies my face again. I roll my eyes as I gently grab her hands pressing my lips against her jaw as she squeals lightly squirming away. 

"Stop.." she laughs as I lick my bottom lip giggling. 

"Stooooooop..." I imitate her voice as she rolls her eyes. I start to laugh out looking away as I cover my face. "I just realized you have eyes like a llama..." I snicker as she shoots her head at me making me laugh harder. 

"A llama?!" 

"It's your eyelashes...you have llama eyes." I giggle. "And you have a neck like a giraffe, it stretches out like E.T sometimes..." 

She slides off my lap, pouting as she sits across from my seat pulling out a magazine off the small table in between us as I chuckle. 

"Come on--I was kidding." I chuckle as she ignores me flipping through a page as she pretends to read. I stare at her as I sit back crossing my arms as I bite my lip watching her.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask as she continues to ignore me flipping through pages of her magazine. "Baby, I'm sorry...." I giggle. "Don't be mad, please?"

"Shutup, I'm trying to read." she mutters. I raise an eyebrow as I watch her flip a page. 

"It must be really interesting because it's upside down."

She looks up at me blushing deeply before flipping it over and flipping a page angrily. I could tell she was trying not to smile or laugh as I run a hand over my mouth giggling. 

"Mike..." I look up seeing Frank walk down the aisle. "We're about to land--so get ready. We're gonna take the kids first so they don't have to deal with the mess out there. Wayne will page Bill and we can get a move on to the hotel." he looks over at Tatiana and then back at me. 

"And I recommend that you two don't get too cozy in front of the camera's right now. Remember what we--" 

"Come on, Dileo." Greg moans across the aisle as he takes off the his sleeping eye mask peeking over at us. "Everybody has an idea or suspicions about them. Everyone sees how they look at each other and shit...why does it matter?"

"The last thing I need on my plate and on Michael's is a romantic triangle like the last time." he says firmly taking his cigar out of his mouth waving it at Greg. 

"Where's the triangle? It's just Tatiana and Michael?" Ricky raises an eyebrow. 

"Well if you've read the tabloids they think that Tatiana is still engaged--" 

"We just aren't ready to have our relationship splashed on page six." I mutter as I shift in my seat thinking about Paul. 

It's been awhile and I haven't heard a word about him since he's disappeared. Except maybe his supposed "love affair" with Tatiana. I look over across at Tatiana who's giggling with Winnie and Sheryl as I sink in my seat slightly running a hand through my hair. 

I still haven't told her about Paul, and I didn't plan to. I couldn't help but wonder though if Paul was alright. After all, he did take care of Tatiana through everything when I wasn't there and in that way I was extremely grateful. 

I watch Tatiana smile as she continues talking to Sheryl, and I couldn't help but take in the moment to study her. Her hair was pulled back into a bun from her shower hours earlier, showing off her high cheekbones and glowing skin. She throws her head back and laughs at something Greg says and I can't help but smile.