I slowly turned around to see the handsome Angel I grew to love, staring at me in the eyes while laying there with nothing but his silky black pajama pants. I was in pure happiness to see that he was home. "Michael! What are toi doing here?" he didn't answer. He just leaned towards me and gave me a slow passionate kiss. I kissed him back as I began to cry seeing and feeling him here at home. I never shut my eyes as we kissed. I wanted to see him. Michael slowly rolled onto me and just kissed me slowly as if this was the last time forever. I didn't mind because I never got tired of his touch. Whether it was from his fingertips ou hands ou lips, I never hated it. I never will. Michael started to Kiss softer and gentlier, but I pulled his head towards me to Kiss harder. I didn't want this moment to end and I needed him to know that. But no matter how hard I pushed for him to come closer, he resisted.



When Michael finally managed to break the kiss, he layed on me and just stared with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes that wouldn't come out. My tears still came as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes the glistened in the light. "Michael, what are toi doing here? Why aren't toi with your brothers?" He still didn't answer. Never uttered one word. As I looked at him and caressed the sides of his face, my vision became blury. I wasn't able to see Michael clearly that much anymore. I thought it was my tears so I wiped my eyes but I still couldn't see. Michael started to fade away from me as I was crying for him to stay.



While I cried Michael's name, my vision went from blury to complete blackness. I couldn't see anything but dark. As I sat in this darkness, something slightly bright was at the corner of my eye as if my eyes were closed. I realized, they were. I opened my eyes to see the suns rays come into the room. I was dreaming. Michael was never here. He's is still with his brothers. I dreamt that he was accueil and that he was s’embrasser me. No wonder he didn't talk to me. I saw the alarm clock to see it was only 7:00. I turned to look behind me to make sure and unfortunately I was right. Michael wasn't here. But something was. It was a note with a rose. Lillian must have put it here for me. But she didn't write this note. Michael did. He must have done this before he left and had Lillian put it here for him to give to me.



The note said,"Dear Taylor, I could tell from your tears that toi were heartbroken to see me leave. I wish I could be with toi right now, seeing toi wake up in lit with sun hitting your gorgeous skin and watch your eyes shine in the light. I miss toi deeply. I promise to call later before my concert. I l’amour you, Taylor. Talk to toi soon. With all my love, Michael" He knew I would find this and made it sound like he wrote it after he left. I smiled at the note and took in a deep breath through my nose, inhaling the sweet eroma of the red rose. It was still cold from when it sat in water. I looked back at the note and a dit to myself as if he was here,"I l’amour you, too, Michael."


*Michael's point of view*


"Michael, where is your head? toi look like a zombie ou something." a dit Jermaine. I was tired from the plane ride and I was pretty upset that I wasn't with Taylor. But I had to man up and try and focus. "Sorry, Jermaine. I'm just really tired." "Okay. Well go get ready. The montrer starts in one heure and you're not even in costume." "I a dit I was sorry" I snapped. I was getting edgy because I hadn't slept and . . . and I miss Taylor. It's 6:30 here so that means she must be havng breakfast at accueil since it's 9:30 there. Well after the show, I think I'll call her.



After I went into the dressing room to find my hairstylist in there, I sat down in front of the mirror while I allowed her to do my hair. "Are toi okay, Mikey? toi don't look so good." "Yeah, I'm fine. Wait, what did toi call me?" She looked at me in the mirror and said,"I called toi Mikey. I thought toi should have a cute nickname since you're so cute." She started to rub her hands over my shoulders and chest. I threw her hands off me and stared at her right in the eye. "Look, I'm not in the best mood because I haven't slept all day. All i got was that little rest on the plane. Now, please, don't put your hands on me like that again and don't call me that!" She thought I was flirting back.



Darla (the hairstylist) slowly walked to me and pushed me into the vanity and slid her left leg up to my waist. "Oh c'mon, Michael. toi know toi want it. Quick lying to yourself and enjoy it. Just say the word and I'll do whatever your cœur, coeur desires." While saying that last sentence, she started to slowly undo my slacks. Is she serious? Does she know I'm engaged? Apparently not! "No, Darla! I don't want you! I'm already engaged to Taylor." I slightly pushed her off of me and started to close up my pants. When I wasn't looking, she came back to me and pushed her lips into mine. Darla was sufficated me with her lips and wouldn't stop s’embrasser me. I pushed her off of me harder and wiped my mouth. "DARLA! WHAT THE HELL?!" "Don't act like toi don't l’amour it." She is really trying to seduce me. Why can't she understand I don't want her!?



"Darla, if you're going to act like this towards me, knowing I'm engaged, then I guess toi left me know choice." I started to walk towards her and I grabbed her hand. "What are toi going to do to me, Mikey?" She said, seductively.I opened the door and said,"You're fired. I can't have toi here if you're going to disrespect me ou attempt to seduce me." Darla looked at me with a face that meant she was mad. She quickly slapped me in the face and then walked out. I shut the door and went to look at my face in the mirror. Thanks, Darla. toi left a red mark.



After I changed into my costume and finished my hair and did my eyeliner, Jermaine walked in. "Hey, Mike. Shows going to start in a few minutes. toi better come out." I'll be out in a second. Promise." Jermaine left the room, leaving me staring at my phone looking at a picture I took of Taylor. She seemed so happy. Her beautiful smile, her gorgeous hazel eyes, her soft pale skin. God, I miss her. I'm definately calling her after the show.



When I stepped out of the dressing room, I could already hear the crowd screaming our last name. I was nervous but I knew I would be okay because I always am. I stepped onto the square lift that I needed to that would lift me up and looked at all my brothers. "Good luck, guys!" I said. They all a dit the same back and then we looked forward, waiting to see the sold out crowd. Just when we were completely on stage, the musique started, the beat was pumping, the crowd was screaming and the montrer began.