February 23, 1988
Kansas City, Missouri
Naya's Perspective:
We enter into Michael's room and Michael slowly closes the door behind him, being careful not to make much noise.
I take a look around the room. It was almost identical to mine.
I knew Michael always had good taste.
But the only difference that stuck out at me is that Michael's room was a lot messier than mine. He had some food wrappers around, some clothes on the floor, and his bed was untidy.
Oh Michael, always a slob. I remember I used to pick up after him all the time.
"So, you can have a seat anywhere you like." He said gesturing over to the bed.
"Ok, thank you." I awkwardly slump down onto the bed.
He sat down next to me. I could tell he showered. He smelled a lot better than what he would have smelled like right after the concert.
"What do you need to talk to me about?" I asked like a total idiot.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! What do you think he's going to talk to you about? He's going to talk about how he's dating Tatiana and how he's going to make sure you aren't bothered or whatever.
"Uhm I just needed to talk to you about Tatiana. I'm really sorry you had to see that earlier, that was really inappropriate on her part. I shouldn't have let it happen." He apologized.
Oh no, here it comes.
"No, no, no." I began. "You have every right to move on and be happy. Even though I really don't care for Tatiana, I'm sure I'll get over it." I said hanging my head.
"Move on?" He asked puzzled. "What are you talking about?" He questioned me.
"Aren't you seeing Tatiana?" I asked.
"Heavens no! I mean, Tatiana can be very sweet at times, but by no means am I seeing her." He said with a chuckle.
I didn't laugh back and kept a confused look on my face.
"Michael, she told me that you two were dating. In fact she told me not to try to do anything with you, so I wouldn't get in the way of your relationship." I said shaking my head.
"Michael, she's either crazy or crazy for you." I finished.
"Probably both." He joked.
I let out a smile and a little laugh.
"You're probably right!" I joked back, punching him playfully in the arm.
"Ow! That hurt!" He said with pain.
"Oh I'm sorry!" I apologized instantly.
He started giggling mischievously.
"Gotcha! Why are you so polite?" He asked.
"I don't know...Why are you so childish?" I said pushing him back playfully on the bed.
"Hey! That's not fair!" He exclaimed while still laying down.
"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes.
"Remember when we would tour and get giant rooms to ourselves." He asked.
I nodded.
"What about it?" I asked back.
"We would spend hours just being kids and having pillow fights, watching movies, and we would cause so much mischief." He said smiling at me and looking me into my hazel eyes.
"My favorite time was the one time we knocked on random peoples' doors and we'd run away before they got the chance to answer. That one crazy old guy chased us until we got to our floor." I laughed.
I looked away and smiled. Of course I remembered. I remembered all the good times we shared.
"Do you know how many hotels we almost got kicked out of?" I finished.
"Yeah, can I ask you something Naya?" He asked seriously.
I changed to a more serious face.
"What?"
"Do you ever look back at those moments and just miss them?" He asked.
"Well duh, those moments were always super fun. I loved every second of them, why do you ask?" I cocked my head to the side.
"I just...I," He began flustered for words. He took a deep breath.
"Naya, having you around reminded me just how much of a good person you are. I just feel like I've been such an asshole these past months. Can this tour be a new start for us? I miss the good times."
I gave a warm smile. A new friendship with Michael is just what I needed.
"Of course. I miss them too." I said holding out a hand for a handshake.
Instead, he pulled himself up with my hand and got very close to me.
"Thank you for deciding to come along." He said to me in a low voice.
What are you doing?
He looked me deep in the eyes. He pushed my curls back behind my ears.
"Michael what are you doing?" I asked confused. I was starting to feel shaky.
"Something I should have done a long time ago." He whispers in my ear.
"What?" I asked very confused.
Before I could comprehend what was going on, his lips met with mine. This was the first kiss we shared in quite some time. I became weak, I didn't have the power to pull away. I guess I forgot how irresistible his kisses were.
But this isn't right! Most people don't kiss their ex!
I quickly pull away. I give out a gasp.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I was lost for words. Did he just do what I think he just did?
"Why did you do that?" I asked shocked.
"Come on, you know you were thinking about it. I can see it on your face." He gave me a flirty face and bit his lip.
Still surprised, he leaned in again for another kiss.
What the hell is even going on?
I couldn't kiss him again, so I slapped him. Not super hard, but hard enough to get a message through.
"Ow! What was that?" He said rubbing his face.
I lifted from the bed and dashed to the door.
"I'm sorry Michael, I-I just can't do it." I announced as I left as quickly as I could.
I ran back into my room and leaned against the door. My I sunk down to the ground. I could feel my head start to pound.
What am I going to do?
What does this mean for us?
Tatiana's Perspective:
Just do it Tatiana, don't be a wuss. Just go in there and apologize.
I keep pacing back and forth, trying to find the right words to say. I need to apologize and confess my true feelings to Michael. I know he likes me, but I need him to admit it. I was tired of being friends with benefits.
I've been such a bitch lately. I've been horrible to Michael, to his workers, and especially to his ex-wife. Maybe I need to apologize to her too. I'm tired of being mean, it's just not me.
I step out of my room and make my way towards Michael's.
Suddenly, the door flies open. I hide myself so I can see who it was without them seeing me.
Who is that?
I squint my eyes to see who it was.
Is that...is that Naya? What was she doing there this late?
No way.
Is he banging her too? What were they doing in there? I mean, what else would they be doing in there this late at night? I need answers...
At that moment, my mood grew way sour. I don't need to apologize. Does he want to play little love triangle? Well two can play that game.
I stomp back to my room and shut the door. Secretly plotting a chance for revenge.
A/N: Another smaller chapter done! What will happen next? Hehe you guys have nooo idea. 😉 Writing makes the worst days a little better. I hope you're enjoying the story so far! Please keep voting and commenting! I appreciate all of it! I love hearing your feedback!
~luna🌛
