The Writer ➵ Michael Jackson ➵ Fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 17-"Not Telling"

Tiana's Pov

With a red face I stormed up to Frank's office and stomped over to the secretary.

"Is Frank in?"

She stopped her typing on the computer to size me up while chewing on her gum. "do you have an appointment."

"No." I answered dissapointdley.

"Then leave." she gritted before picking up the phone and making a call. I gave her the evilest glare I could muster which wasn't very evil considering my face looked so babyish. I groaned once she didn't even flinch. I acted as I was going to leave but once she turned her back, I sneaked past and got onto the elevator.

Within seconds I was in his office and demanding answers. "Frank I don't understand! We were writing music just fine." Frank rubbed his tired eyes and got up from his chair before rounding the desk.

"Tiana for the hundredth time, that isn't the problem here! The problem is your distracting him and your not their to play princess and prince with him. Your there to work."

"And I am."

"Not from what I've seen."

I scoffed. " you barely come over so how would you know."

"Streets talk Tiana and how would it miss on the most famous man in the world." I rolled my eyes before planting my hands on my hips. This was stupid to come here and expect for Frank to change his mind. "Now that's enough of this discussion. Dont make me shorten it to you leaving tomorrow."

What was I now? Some fucking child that he spilled threats to? With those thoughts in my head, I turned on my heels and headed back to Neverland. I had yet to tell Michael was going on because I had left so quickly in rage that I blurred out him asking what happened.

Once I walked through the door I was greeted with a spicy smell. "Michael?" I called walking to the kitchen. Michael stood infront of the stove stiring something in a pot before turning to give me a smile.

"Where'd you go? And who was that on the phone?" He interrogated with a concerned expression. His brown eyes sparkled with curiousty and I didn't have the heart to tell him.

"Sister." I blurted. "she uh...ran into a problem with my aunt."

"What problem?" He asked quirking up an eyebrow. I bit my tongue to reveal anymore and just shook my head. "nothing. It's no big deal now. Promise." I pressed a kiss to his lips and guilt filled my stomache. I knew that I had to tell him I'd be leaving in a couple of weeks but when the time was right, I would. But then I remembered, my time here was limited.

"Ok...Hey wanna try what I made." he lead me over to a pot full of stew and I looked at it warily. "you sure you cooked this right." I teased with a curve of my lips. Michael rolled his eyes with my matching grin and pushed the spoon full of stew up to my lips. "eat." he ordered and I rolled my eyes before opening my mouth.

I widened my eyes in surprise. "delicious Mr. Jackson. You might have to teach me some of your skills."

He laughed. "maybe I can next week." I gulped trying to keep the smile on my face. "Sounds like a plan." I agreed with a forced smile that he didn't seem to notice. Whew.

Once we had finished eating and talking we had decided to go outside and take a walk around neverland. The lights brightened up the place and I couldn't help but stare in a daze at the amazing colors. "great isn't it?" I looked up at Michael who's attention to be mainly focused on me.

"It's beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." I rolled my eyes wih a smile.

"Cheesy lines Mr. Jackson? I'm not impressed." i joked standing infront of him.

He poured his lips and I had the urge to take them into mine. "man, thought that would work. Guess I have to try better."

"Or you could just kiss me to show me." I teased with a raise to my eyebrows. I watched him blush heavily before taking my cheek into his hands and pulling me closer to him. In an instance our lips connected and I pulled him closer for it to be deeper. Once his tongue slipped it's way into my mouth a moan left my mouth.

Breathless, we both pulled away and I could see the lust dancing in his brown eyes. Im sure mine were matching. He caressed my cheek with his thumb before running it over my lips. Even when he took my mouth back into his, my body bursted with passion but their was that slither of guilt that nagged me even more.