Chapter 80- Michael's confession

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Tatiana's POV

"Tatiana..." he says softly staring in my eyes. I stay silent feeling my heart race as I stare in his eyes.

"Why does he have to stare at me so intense?"

"Michael..." I say shortly feeling the air get sucked out of me, as I look down from his stare feeling my face heat up.

"Great, I get to live with my gorgeous ex-boyfriend." I think to myself as I keep staring at him. His hair is pulled back with a black curl going down his forehead. His hands are stuffed in his black slacks, as he wears a blue button up shirt.

"Michael..." I say again as he raises an eyebrow slightly. I try to balance a luggage bag on my shoulder, clearing my throat.

"May I come in?" I ask as he blushes instantly opening the door more.

"Yes!" He says clearly embarrassed. "Of course..." he says opening the door more. He grabs my luggage, taking it from me quickly.

"B-but I..." I begin to protest.

"No, no...let me..." he says quickly taking them inside. I sigh softly walking in after him.

"Richard?" Michael calls as a middle-aged man comes down the hallway quickly, in a Neverland staff uniform.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson?" he says as Michael blushes lightly.

"Do you mind taking these to Tatiana's room..." he says as the man nods grabbing my luggage quickly taking some upstairs. I stand there quietly looking up at him as he stares at me intensely. I look down as I feel my face flush.

"Why does he still have this dumb effect on me?"

There is a long, awkward silence. That same dark feeling falling between our past bond, once again.

"Are you hungry or anything?" he asks softly.

"No." I say shuffling my feet. "C-can I just get water, please?" I ask softly.

The hoarse, dry feeling in my throat is beyond overwhelming right now.

"Oh yeah...of course..." he says walking down the hall as I follow him silently as we walk in the kitchen. I sit down at the kitchen island silently, as he pours me a glass giving it to me.

"Thank you..." I whisper silently.

"You're welcome.."

He bends his arms and rests them on the counter, his chin restin on his arms, his eyes looking up at me, as I drink silently.

"Are you going to say something?" He asks softly. "...Anything?"

I feel my heart race as I take a giant sip of water, downing the entire thing.

This was just so... awkward. Yet it was overwhelming at the same time. I try hard to maintain my poker face. I don't know whether to run in his arms and or break into tears.

And I won't do either, and show weakness.

I put my glass in the sink, walking around the counter so I can stand in front of him. I'm only a foot away from him, as he turns around facing me staring.

"I had to try and get myself killed for you to realize that you care?" I ask coldly as he looks at me sadly. "What's the real reason why you wanted me here, Michael?" I cross my arms my heart growing cold with anger. "To laugh at me? Or is it because your girlfriend, Rachel couldn't spend the night?"

"She's not my girlfriend." He replies just as quick.

"Oh right, your fuck buddy." I nod, catching on. "You tend to have a lot of those. Have you noticed?"

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