I want you but my hands are tied....

The ABC Music Awards

'Come on Michael,you only have ten minutes till we're out the door',Marlon shouts,his obvious annoyance evident as his slightly aggravated huffs travelled up the stairs.'Coming',Michael says back,checking himself out in the mirror for what felt like the millionth time that day.The sequins on his white silk blazer glistened slightly as did the amused look in his eye as the sixteen years old realized,he didn't look half bad.
'I swear to god I will drag that naturally black ass of yours to that studio myself if you don't start moving',Marlon bellowed up the stairs,making Michael let out a little chuckle at his brothers impatient nature.
'I told you I'm coming just seeing how I look',Michael laughs as he jogs safely down the stairs. Marlon narrowed his eyes at Michael.'What',Michael sighs.
'Why do you seems so cheery Mike,of course this is a really cool thing that your doing but your doing it with the person you can't stand the most',Marlon laughs with a hint of confusion.Michael just shrugs and makes his way to the Black Lamborghini outside.'I want to see if he's changed',Michael says quietly, wondering how things really would go when he met Donny again.

Finally the million dollar car pulled up to the studio. Pristine walls and windows but humongous.'I bet we'll be like ants in there',Janet laughs, confidently walking through the door almost mixing up the push and pull signs in the process.'Come on Mike,don't be scared we'll all be routing for you',Jermaine smiles,laying a comforting hand on Michael shoulder that was slightly shaking. He'd never done anything like this before. Finally the family walked through the doors with as much grace and poise as they could muster.
'Hello Michael',Says a British accent. They all turn to see a man walking through with a clipboard and megaphone shouting instructions to people around him.'Hi we're the Jackson family,is there a place we can go to get Michael fully ready before this begins',Katherine smiles,kindly at the man.He returns it and beckons Michael to follow him.'You'll be sharing a dressing room with your co star seems as were kinda low on space at the moment',The man let's out a nervous laugh.Michael let out a even more nervous one as the thought of sharing a room with Donny clouded his mind.

'Okay sir this is your room,be careful to knock just incase',The man laughs and walks away leaving Michael alone in the corridor.
'Okay you can do this Mike,you can do this',He says to himself desperately.
Michael pulls up his huge hand and plunges it forward attempting to knock when all of as sudden,the door swings open making the teen jump internally.
Michael's eyes became slightly big as he laid his eyes on the guy before him.
'Well,well,well,if it isn't Michael Jackson',Donny smirks,a toothpick hanging out of the side of his mouth.
Michael grimances a little at the unsanitary behaviour but choked it down.'Hi Donny,so I guess we'll be sharing a room for the Music Awards',He smiles a big but fake smile. Donny says nothing and continues to look at the lad before him.Michael watched as Donny chewed on the toothpick.Suddenly the teen spat out the gross thing in his mouth and shot his eyes up and down so quick that Michael was unsure it had even happened.

'You look like a marshmellow',Donny spits.

'Well you don't look too good either',Michael snaps.
Donny narrows his eyes at Michael but decides to go no further with their bickering.'Get in here and don't touch my stuff or else you won't be able to walk for weeks',Donny snaps.
'Ooh I'm shaking',Michael mocks as he struts into the room leaving any hope for Donny to of changed behind him.

The American Music Awards

'Welcome one and all to the first ever American Music Awards',The presenter smiles gleefully at the camera.Donny and Mike both smirk at the guy's terrible acting as they stood in the west wing of the stage.'Gee you'd think they could find someone who actually wanted to do the job,the guy's a sweaty mess',Donny laughs.Michael ignores him and continues to wait for the signal for the boys to go on stage.

'You should get that guy a bag of ice, it's obvious he needs it,I mean look at that sweat,not appealing at all',Donny grimances.'Well neither is your face but I don't throw bags of ice at your head',Michael mocks, understanding how much this would annoy Donny.
'What did you just say to me',Donny seethes, the words were so quiet but so menacing. Michael rolled his eyes.Nothing could frighten him,he lived with Joseph.'We may be the same height but oh I could bust you up bad if I wanted to Jackson',Donny whispers,his mouth right next to Michael's ear.Something exploded in Michael's body as he felt Donny's breath against his ear,sorta like he needed to hold onto something.He took a sharp breath in as Donny tried to back him into a wall near them.

'Boys come on,the signal could happen any minute now',The British guy says. The same one who was slightly awkward when taking Michael to his quarters.Atleast he looked a bit more calm. The man opposite the west wing shot his hand out like a bullet and the the teens were on the stage.

'Hey Michael,don't you ever feel like your younger self is watching you',Donny smiles at the camera.'You too huh',Michael deadpans. Donny began to say something but Michael interrupted him.'Okay,let's do the nominees',Michael smirks.Bursts of laughter erupt from the audience.'I wasn't finished',Donny whispers away from the mic.Michael sticks his tongue out and continues to say the winners.He can feel Donny's burning stare on him almost all of the time they were up there.

'Oh wow boys,that was definitely something',The British man smiles even more nervous than the first time.
'You stole most of my lines,I just stood their like a person playing a tree in a play',Donny shouts. Michael giggles at how his actions had made Donny react.
'I'm going to make  you pay Jackson',Donny snaps,pushing his body against Michael's as hard as he could.
The strange feeling started happening again,like Michael couldn't breathe and he had to hold himself up.He'd never felt so...so reactive to someone before.Donny's body felt warm and tender.Michael scolds himself for his unrealistic thoughts.

I'm going to make you pay good',Donny smirks,their faces so close Michael could feel Donny's breath as he spoke.He began to relax to the feeling of Donny's body being this close and for some reason it didn't bother him.Before Michael could question anything a hard blow get's him in the stomach.A gut wrenching pain makes its way to his ribs and abdomen making him double over and let out a cry of pain.
He feels his face being pulled up,he meets Donny's eyes.
'Pull a stunt like that again and I'll break your ribs,never get in my way again',Donny whispers.

Michael heard the faint patters of Donny's feet as he walked away.
'What the hell',he whispers to himself as the injured teen calls out for help.