Winnie's POV
"I can't believe your parents are letting you go out." Clifton chuckles as we walk through the aisles of the music store.
"They loosened up since you know..." I tilt my head to the side, slightly. "Rachel's dead."
He shakes his head pushing his glasses farther up his nose. "I still can't believe she's dead..."
I pull out Ziggy Stardust, studying the album. "I can't either, but I won't complain."
Clifton smirks shaking his head as he walks ahead of me. "You're evil."
"Sweetheart, it ain't my fault she went to the Karma Cafe." I flip my hair sassily. "You get served what you deserve."
He laughs hard. "You need help...."
I giggle as I look around the store. "Hey do you have any cassettes?" I ask the teenager behind the register.
"In the back." she says monotone.
I go in the back of the store behind a curtain, leaving Clifton to rummage through the record bin.
I start searching through the cassette's picking out Bon Jovi, Queen, Blondie, Michael (of course), and a few others.
"Hmm and look what we have here..." a voice says from behind me. I jump turning around seeing Brian.
His tousled black hair complimented his dark-devilish eyes. A single gold hoop earring hung on one ear, along with the gold watch on his wrist. A faded leather jacket was draped around his chiseled frame, with his polo tucked in his jeans.
Brian was one of the hardest guys in our school. He was known for drug use, wild parties, and bad boy behavior yet somehow girls flocked to this guy.
I roll my eyes as I turn around picking up my things. "What do you want, Brian?"
"Now is that the way to be baby girl?" he asks leaning against the wall. I scoff as I try to walk past him.
"Hey! Don't walk away..." he grabs my arm as I snatch it back.
"Ya know, I was thinking..." he says looking me up and down. "We should go out sometime."
"No thanks." I scoff turning to walk away again. He grabs my arm forcefully pulling me closer to him, holding my arm tightly.
"Oh come on, princess..." he smirks, using his other hand to caress my cheek. "Do you want to know what I'd do to you?"
"Dude, let go!" I say loudly, trying to push him away. His grip tightens on me as I struggle.
"You know, I don't like attitudes." he says lowly.
"I think she said "No thank you."
We both turn our heads seeing Clifton approach us slowly. He gently pulls me away from Brian making me go behind him.
"Let's buy this and get out." He mumbles lowly as we walk through the curtain walking to the register.
"Aww I'm sorry man, I didn't know she was your girl." Brian chuckles walking after us, as I am paying for my things. "When you're done with her, come holla at me."
"Ignore him." Clifton whispers as I flip my hair angrily.
"Maybe we can double up on her, man." he smirks.
My eyes widen in anger as Clifton's jaw clenches.
In that split second he swirls around, taking a swing at Brian.
Brian stumbles back as Clifton grabs him by his collar, slamming him against the wall.
"MAN, I WILL FUCKING—" Clifton yells before Brian takes a punch at him.
Clifton stumbles back lightly and grabs him again as they wrestle to the floor.
People begin to crowd around as they wrestle around. Two guys who were shopping in the store run over, separating the two roughly.
I run over to Clifton immediately. His clothes were rumpled up, and his glasses were off. He had a bruise coming on his right temple, as he continued to stare down Brian breathing heavily.
But it was nothing compared to Brian, whose nose and lip were bleeding, his eyes locked on Clifton's.
"Let's go." Clifton hisses grabbing my hand and his glasses off the floor, as he storms out.
We walk down the street fast as I tremble. "A-are you okay?"
He stays silent his jaw clenched as he lets go of my hand, walking quickly ahead of me.
"Clifton!"
"I'm fine! Damn!" He snaps back breathing angrily.
I look down feeling a slight sting hearing him yell at me. He freezes , his face softening. He immediately pulls me in a hug holding me tight. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. Please don't be upset..."
"You scared me." I say quietly, thinking of him fighting.
He knows about my Dad's old abuse with alcohol and severe anger problems. I couldn't help but be more sensitive to yelling or fighting, and getting scared.
"I promise I'll never yell at you again. I was just pissed at Brian, not you. I wouldn't want anyone to hurt you...especially some prick like that."
"You could've gotten hurt too."
"Well for you, I'd do it." he answers adjusting his glasses. "You're my best friend."
He takes me by surprise laying a soft kiss on my forehead, making my eyes widen.
"You kissed me..." I giggle lightly as he blushes hard.
"Uhm...yeah..." he says smiling slowly. "I-I guess I did." he grins.
I giggle as he looks away shyly putting his hands in his pockets.
"Winnie, I-I was wondering—" he gets cut off, his phone ringing. He sighs and takes it out of the waist holder, answering.
"Hello?"
I watch him as he furrows his eyebrows turning away.
"What? Are you sure?" I hear him say as he looks back at me.
"A-alright...bye..." he furrows his eyebrows, before hanging up. I study his face as he looks past me.
"What is it?"
"It was my dad..." he says slowly. "He got a phone call from one of Paul Walker's people..."
"So....?"
Clifton's parents were big in the entertainment industry. They always got calls about different celeb scandals, and what was happening from their friends or co-workers.
And Clifton knew I loved celeb gossip.
"They can't find Paul, anywhere..." he looks back at me. "He's missing."
Michael's POV
"God, it hurts so bad..." Tatiana moans out sitting on the speaker, guzzling down a bottle of water.
"What does?" Sheryl groans wrapping a towel around her neck.
"Everything." she mutters as Sheryl grunts in agreement.
"I warned you, that it was going to be like this." I chuckle wiping my face with a towel.
"I already knew that-- I even used your techniques for the Grammy's." she breathes out.
"You did?" I grin slowly.
"Yeah..." she nods brushing her hair out of her face. "But I think you're more insane than I remember."
"I think I'm reasonable." I shrug.
"Reasonably insane."
I smirk as Tatiana pulls her hair back.
"You're gonna make everyone's fingers, toes, and voices go out." she mutters.
"That's fine. As long as you bring me greatness and not perfection." I nod as she rolls her eyes.
I look at my watch.
"Alright..." I say walking to the middle of the stage. "Let's do The Way You Make Me Feel, and we can finish for tonight."
Everyone groans as I chuckle. "Alright come on..."
Everyone gets up getting back in their places. Tatiana walks past me and I chuckle speaking lowly enough for her to hear;
"I missed that walk, baby girl."
Her face flushes and she rolls her eyes as I giggle biting my lip, pushing my glasses up my nose before speaking to the backup dancers;
"Alright...let's just do a run through without music!"
Tatiana's POV
"Come on be my girl. I wanna be with mine!" Michael sings steeping in front of me as I walk away from.
I couldn't help but giggle to myself as he chases me across the stage.
This was one of my favorite numbers in the concert. Not just because it was fun, and flirtatious.
The whole dynamic.
The boy chasing the girl, trying to say how he felt. How he wanted her, only for the girl to keep pushing him away...
"Holy fuck, this song is about us...." I think to myself.
My thoughts are interrupted when Michael grabs me from behind pulling me close to him. I try to pull away but his grip tightens, as I raise an eyebrow.
In one quick movement he quickly spins me around, throwing me over his shoulder.
"Michael!" I bust out laughing as he walks around the stage finishing the song.
"Alright that's a wrap everyone..." Michael giggles in the microphone, still holding me.
Everyone laughs and claps as Michael causally carries me off stage, taking me behind the wings.
"Augh, save it for the bedroom..." Greg laughs walking behind us, with Sheryl.
I blush deeply, flicking him off as Michael chuckles putting me down staring in my eyes.
"Tatiana, we better hurry the town car is waiting." Sheryl says slipping on her jacket.
"It's alright, I'll take her back." Michael says stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Okaaaaay." she nods looking over at me wiggling her eyebrows. "I'll see ya..."
She runs down the hall after Greg and Ricky, as they walk outside.
"Thanks..." I blush as I grab my Bad Tour jacket off the speaker, slipping it on.
"No problem..." he adjusts his Ray Bans, clearing his throat as we walk down the hall slowly.
"Sooo I was wondering." he asks softly, blushing. "So uhm tonight, do you--"
"Ahh, Michael!!" a soft yet annoying voice, squeals. "I was looking for you!"
I turn around meeting her eyes as she stops dead in her tracks.
"Tatiana..." she breathes out.
"Karen." I mutter back as she gives me the up and down elevator look.
"I didn't expect to be seeing you again..." she raises an eyebrow.
"Surprise..." I say sarcastically with jazz hands.
"I heard you were back--" Karen raises an eyebrow. "But didn't believe it."
"Ignore her." Michael mumbles, barely being heard. He wraps his arm around my waist speaking up;
"I asked her back, Karen."
"You didn't tell me." she says giving a tight smile.
"I don't have to tell you everything. Now what did you want to discuss?" he asks calmly.
"In private." She raises an eyebrow.
"I think it can be said now, Karen." he breathes out.
"It's actually about this situation..." she says making me stiffen.
"Don't say anything." Michael mumbles again, loud enough so only I can hear.
I bite my tongue, struggling not to say anything.
"And....?"
I move out of Michael's hold, looking away from him. I didn't want to hear what Rachel 2.0 had to say, because most likely he'd believe Karen anyway.
As usual.
"It's alright, Michael..." I mumble. "I can just meet you in the--"
"No you stay." he says firmly, looking back at Karen.
"Alright Karen, what is it?"
"Well pardon me for saying this..." she chuckles lightly. "But please don't tell me you're back with her."
"I'm not." Michael says taking off his glasses. "But she's mine."
"Oh, Michael..." she shakes her head. "You just don't learn don't you?"
"You know wh--" I begin to say as Michael squeezes me, letting me know to keep quiet.
"The last time I checked Karen..." he says letting go of my hand walking face to face with her. "Your career on this tour was on thin ice. You will respect Tatiana on this tour like everyone else. I did learn. I learned I sure as fuck can't lose her again. And if I have to anyone who gets in the way of this--" he says point to me and him. "Will be gone. Understand?"
She stays silent looking overwhelmed by Michael's sudden boldness as she nods.
As for me, I stared my mouth slightly open.
Did Michael just stand up for me?
He grabs my hand, as we walk out the building together.
"D-did you just--" I stutter looking back at the building and back at him as we walk through the parking lot.
"Did I what?"
"Did you just grow some balls and stand up for me?" I ask in amazement. He blushes deeply as we walk to the car. He stands there for a moment before staring at me.
"From now on, I'm taking your side before anyone else." he says softly. "No one is taking me away from you again."
I blush wildly as he leans down kissing my forehead.
"Can I ask something else?" I ask shyly as he opens the door for me.
"Anything..."
I slide inside as he goes in after me closing the door.
"You said I was still yours even though we aren't together..." I furrow my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
He looks away for a moment and smiles. "Whether you like it or not, your always going to be mine. Till the day I die, and beyond that." he chuckles softly looking over at me. "Whether you say you love me, or not...you're mine."
And with that, he leans in pressing his lips against mine.
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Sorry this chapter was kind of cheesy, and boring. I didn't want to drag on and not update though! Give me ideas on what you guys want to see in the next chapter!
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