Watching | Michael Jackson *HEAVILY EDITING* ✓

Chapter 6. Safe Again

Tatiana's POV:
   I stare at the blank piece of paper, furrowing my brow as I examine it. 

I saw him sign it. 

   I begin to realize that simply staring at this paper won't do me any good, so in hopes that perhaps I'll still catch him, I turn my car around and drive back to the office. I pull over to the side of the road again when I see him leaning on the wall in front of the building, casually staring off into the distance. 

I get out of my car, paper in hand as I walk up to Michael and say, "What is the meaning of this?" 

He smiles at me and says, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that the paper you signed was blank, there's nothing on it," I say frustratedly as I hand him the paper. "I saw you sign it, is this some sort of joke?" 

"I guess it was magic," he smirks, a glint in his eyes making my frustrated tone ween off a bit.

"That wasn't funny Michael, I actually wanted your autograph," I express, slightly annoyed. 

Michael giggles and says, "Okay, I'll sign it for real this time." 

"With my pen," I say as I take a pen out from my purse. He laughs and takes my pen. I make sure to stand next to him, watching him sign it for real. 

"There you go, beautiful," he says while smiling at me. A warm, pink hue grazes my cheeks yet again as I look at his autograph written for real this time on paper with an additional note that says "With love to Tatiana".

Michael sighs and goes silent for a while but then turns to me and says, "I'm sure that you're not a different Tatiana than the one that I met a long time ago, so go home and listen to The Lady In My Life. I hope you remember." I look at him bewildered, I'm pretty sure that I would've remembered meeting Michael Jackson a long time ago. 

How long ago? When did we meet? 

Questions begin to pile up in my head as Michael begins to walk away, a smirk spread across his gorgeous face as I stand alone in front of my workplace, totally confused. I look back at the paper in my hand, gazing at his autograph as a smile escapes my lips. I walk back to my car and drive off to my mom's house with only one thing on my mind—Michael.

   I arrive at my mother's house, parking the car in her driveway, and making my way to the front door. I ring the doorbell and wait for a few moments, looking around her front porch. 

Shortly after, she opens the door, saying, "Tatiana, hi honey, what are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd drop by to say hello. It's been a while since I last visited," I say as I hug her.

As I enter her house I say, "So, how have you been holding up? I know this whole thing with Dad has been quite the pain." 

"Well, for someone going through a divorce, I think I'm doing quite well," she says tiredly as she closes the front door behind us. 

The two of us then take a seat on her couch as she says, "Would you like something to eat or drink? I just finished making some lasagne if you'd like some." 

"Sure, that would be lovely," I say with a smile as she makes her way into the kitchen. As I sit in her living room reliving some of my childhood memories, Mom calls my name so I get up and enter the kitchen. 

"Come and eat," she says as she takes a seat at her dining table. I take a seat next to her, grabbing a piece of lasagne. 

"Mom," I say softly.

"Yes, sweetie?" She replies, slightly furrowing her brow.

"Why exactly are you and Dad getting divorced?" I ask sadly. It pains me to see my parents split apart even if I am an adult.