The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 154 - On the Run

Tatiana's POV

"She dashed by me in painted on jeans
And all heads turned 'cause she was the cream
In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her name, yeah
She said I was the tiger she wanted to tame..."

I sigh adjusting the sunglasses on my face as I continue to drive around the city.

Instead of going to rehearsal I ended up renting a convertible, music blasting and exploring around the city.

It was the only thing that kept me sane from being exposed to any Michael propaganda.

No begging to stay on the tour.
No questions of what happened.
No reminders of what was or could have been.

"Caribbean queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run...."

I sing quietly along with the radio as I tap my fingers against the wheel and suddenly the phone starts ringing.

I furrow my eyebrows as I look down at the phone compartment. It couldn't be the rental facility wanting the car back. I rented the car out for a full day.

"What..." I mumble to myself as I fumble with the phone answering;

"Hello?"

"Hey mamas." a familiar calm voice replies.

"What—what the—-Prince?!" I furrow my eyebrows. "How did you...? How did you get this number even? This isn't even my car." I groan turning the radio down.

"Well I'm doing great, thanks for asking. It's great to hear from you." he says ignoring my question. "You sound happy."

"Sorry." I mumble. "I just needed to get away and clear my head."

"So you still ain't talking to twinkle toes yet, huh?"

I roll my eyes as I balance the phone on my shoulder as I make a turn.

"There's nothing left to say. I said everything I needed to and after that..." I shrug to myself. "I only owe him the obligation of finishing our professional relationship."

"That's just a cop out from seeing him."

"Bingo." my voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. "That's exactly what I want. To not see him."

"You're gonna play with him like that? You get the boy and make him wait?" He chuckles.

"Well since he wants to play with my heart—two can play that game. I'm not crying, begging, or pleading for him."

"You still love him." he says. "Why don't ya'll just kiss and makeup?"

"It's not that simple." I mumble. "One can take only so much..."

"Not to play devils advocate here..." he pauses. "That would be the case in any other sense but—it's Michael."

"I didn't realize you even knew his name." I snort. "And I'm aware he's Michael."

"Uhhhh..." he chuckles lowly. "Have you viewed him at the other angle?" he asks.

"What other angle?"

"Not as the Michael you love, and know." he says as I hear a guitar strum lazily on the other line. "But the Michael everyone else sees and that side of the coin on what he experiences on the day to day."