The Writer ➵ Michael Jackson ➵ Fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8-"Moments Alone"

Tiana's Pov

As soon as I woke up I felt a light pressure on my arm. There other arm was hooked around my waist holding me close to them. I looked around the room and noticed it to be Michaels. Damn how much did I drink. I sat up causing Michael to stir but still have his eyes closed.

I glanced over at him and saw the peaceful look on his face and a few strands of his black hair laying on his forehead. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed in and out of it. I felt my heart quicken when he started to stir again facing me.

"You're staring again." he said with his eyes still closed. I blushed a crimson red and saw his eyes open. "Thanks for changing me." I said looking down at myself and no longer seeing my dress but his red button up. "Your welcome oh and we have to start writing today." I sighed when he said that.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned and sitting up. "I had a date with Ron today. I guess I'll have to cancel." I said getting out of bed. I saw a flash of jealousy go through Michael's eyes before they returned to a calming brown. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Is Ron your new BoyToy now?" he asked getting up from the bed also.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "He paid for my drink and when I wanted to pay him back he said that I could if I would let him take me out on a date." I defended. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his instead of his chest. "Aw isn't he sweet." I shook my head at his behavior. Why would he care if Ron took me out on a take anyways.

"You know if your going to act like that then maybe I should go." I said crossing my arms. Michael's eyes snapped in my direction. "You can't we have to write and you wouldn't want Frank to find out that you ditched a writing session I'm pretty sure he would be furious. Especially after what happened in the kitchen." Michael said slipping on a t-shirt and pajama pants.

"Nothing happened!" I said too loudly. Michael raised his eyebrow and giggled before walking out the room. Whyyyyy!!! Why do the good looking ones have to act like this. "So your telling me that if I don't go to the writing session and instead go on a date with Ron then you'll tell Frank?" I asked following him into the living room.

He nodded, "Pretty Much." I groaned and shook my head. "You are unbelievable." I stated then turned to go in my room. I picked up my phone and looked at the number Ron gave me and twirled it inbetween my fingers. I called him up and heard his voice, "Hey Ron. About the date.....id like to go today." I knew that I would regret this but I-

My thoughts where cut off by a voice that seemed to be nearby. "Hey Frank. Yeah it's about Tiana." Oh no he didnt. "Ron can I call you back." I said nervously. "Yeah sure." I hung up and sprinted out of the room and too the voice. "Yeah she wants to ditch the w-" before he could finish the sentence I jumped on his back. "You better not finish that sentence." I growled in his ear.

He continued to talk until I grabbed the phone out of his hand. "Hey Frank yeah it's Tiana..whatever Michael said is not true." I said glaring at Michael. He reached out to grab the phone but I pulled it away. "Ok Tiana but I need you to be more focused." Frank said sternly. "I will thanks bye." I hung up the phone and sat it down on the table.

"Why would you do that Michael you almost ruined this!" I said angrily. "I told you that you can't go out with him because we have to write but you didn't listen like always so I called Frank. I bet you only called John to make me mad." He snapped.

I rubbed my temple and spoke, "It's Ron and no I didnt. Listen I'm sorry I just really need this job." I said. His eyes softened as he sighed. "Fine I'm sorry for calling Frank." he apologized. I lightly smiled and pushed his chest. "It's ok. Come on let's go write an album." I said walking up to him.

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6 hours later

"No it needs to have more passion in it like this 'The way you make me feel. You really turn me on!" You want this girl and your chasing her so get her. Come on start again." I said playing the piano to one of the songs we made.

"Ok fine. 'The way you make me feel! You really turn me on! Is that better?" he asked. I nodded and continued to play the piano. "Wow I didn't know you could play so good." He said playing the high keys at the end of the piano. "My dad taught me. He always loved music and so did my mom."

I said recalling the memories when my mom used to sing me to sleep and my dad taught me all the keys to the piano.

"You must have been pretty close then." he said playing the keys. "Yeah." A lump formed in my throat as I remembered their silver caskets being placed into the ground.

Michael seemed to notice my change of voice because he looked up from the piano and looked into my eyes. "Are you ok?" concerned laced his voice as he put an arm around me. I nodded putting on a forced smile. "Yeah. It's just hard sometimes you know?" I said biting my lip.

I could feel him nod as he laid his head on top of mine. "I know exactly what you mean. You feel empty inside and you don't feel like sleeping or eating." I nodded wiping away a tear that fell down my face. The tips of his fingers got under my chin as he lifted up.

"I've been wanting to do something for a while now." He said nervously licking his lips.

"What is that?" I asked my eyes boring into his

He took a deep breathe before speaking, "Can I kiss you?"