It all started in 1987, when supermodel; Tatiana Thumbtzen is casted in Michael Jackson's music video, The Way You Make Me Feel. Is it really true to see your love at first sight?
As fame builds up for Tatiana leading into her having a singing car...
"Baby, we have to get back soon...." Michael whispers across my lips, his hands on both sides of my head as he lays on top of me. By this time we were still laying on the beach, the sun beginning to rise.
"Hmm..." I mumble leaning in kissing him deeply again.
Somehow we managed to not get much farther--especially since we were out in public with a 50% chance risk on getting caught (I could imagine the headlines if we were though). We didn't sleep at all--which I've noticed Michael has been doing less of lately. He had light circles under his eyes from the lack of sleeping. He was always getting up pacing around, writing music, or pretty much anything that could be done in the daytime.
"Let's get back and get some sleep..." I mumble softly.
"I'll sleep on the plane." he whispers gently kissing my jaw. "I just want to be with you..."
"You're always with me..." I giggle softly as he smiles lightly. He rolls off of me gently before slowly getting up, grunting lightly as he stretches his back. He rubs his eyes sleepily as I giggle staring at the sand on his back, and in his hair.
"Mr. Sandman..." I laugh out as he looks at me confused. I get up making him turn around, swiping off the sand on his backside.
"You enjoying it back there?" he asks coyly. I squint my eyes up at him before smacking him on the butt hard, running away laughing.
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"Get back here!" he laughs out chasing me down the beach. I laugh hard squealing, as I turn my head seeing him catching up as I run faster. He tackles me in the sand as I scream out.
"No!" I laugh out as he climbs on top of me. "I'm sor---" I burst into laughter as pins me down tickling my sides.
"Michael! Please stop!" I squirm underneath him.
"I'm gonna kill you for that, girl." he laughs as he tickles my underarms, making me laugh harder.
"I'm sorry!"
"You want me to stop?" he laughs out.
"Y-yes..." I choke on laughter as he goes faster.
"You have to say "I'm sorry, Daddy..." and moan it too." he smiles cheekily, making my eyes widen.
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