Tatiana's POV

Kissing. The second most dangerous word known to mankind. Who knew danger felt like this though. His lips were so soft and gentle on mine. His hands were on my waist (practically on my butt), and my hands were on his shoulders.

My first real kiss. I mean my first and last kiss was in high school, over kiss the bottle, but it definitely didn't compare to anything like this. It was so right, and so wrong. Deliciously wrong. I feel my heart race, and adrenaline kick in. I've always been so shy about kissing. I suddenly feel nervous, and as if Michael heard my thought we break away. He lightly touches his lips, and looks at me breathlessly. My lips are tingling.

"I have to go." he stutters.

He practically rushes toward his car. I can't say anything. I feel like I've gone into shock. My legs don't even feel like mine anymore. I walk back in the house and hear the car pull out the driveway.

How the hell did I manage to kiss Michael Jackson?!?!  I groan. I don't want a relationship....not like the last. I quickly shake my head. He probably hates me now.   

The first most dangerous word ever known, is a simple four letter word. Love.

Michael's POV

Today is family day. Family day is when the whole Jackson family gets together and celebrates each other, and life. We celebrate it every year, and take turns hosting it at someone's house. This year it at mine. I'm always excited to have Family Day at my house. Right now, my brothers, nephews, cousins (most of the guys) are outside playing basketball or barbecuing. My mom, sisters, aunts, etc. are inside admiring the house, or in the kitchen. As I'm talking to Tito, I see the car pull up. A lump in my throat forms, and my stomach gets in tight knots. There is only one person who can put that kind of fear in me. Joseph.

 As a child, just one look from my father terrified me. We were not allowed to call him an affectionate name. Like dad, father, and so on. Just Joseph. I love my father, but I don't know him. ... Sometimes I do get angry. I don't know him the way I'd like to know him. My mother's wonderful. To me, she's perfection. I just wish I could understand my father. I don't know if I was his golden child or whatever it was. Some may call it a strict disciplinarian or whatever, but he was very strict. He was very hard. Just a look would scare me.

I see him come out of his car and give a sharp nod, as a greeting toward our family members. He walks near Tito and I.

"Hello Michael, Tito." he walks in the house. That's all he says.

Jermaine walks up to us, sweaty. "Dad's here." he says.

"We know." Tito and I moan. We bust out laughing.

I'm in my living room on the couch, playing with my nieces and nephews. I hear some of my family members talking about Latoya. She didn't come. I sigh. I have a feeling Jack, is abusive toward her. He practically has his finger wrapped around her. Recently Latoya came out with a book, talking about the family. And from what I understand, it wasn't very pleasant. I never read the book, and plan on not. I prefer to remember her as the happy Latoya, I remember. My thoughts are interrupted, when the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" I yell. I open the door, and I'm staring straight at Tatiana.

Tatiana's POV

Why the fuck did I decide to show up? I mean I guess I deserve or owe some kind of explanation. Now I'm staring straight at Michael. After a second or two, of staring I hear myself say "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company. I have no clue why I'm even here."

I turn around and Michael grabs my wrist. 

"Wait! I'm sorry I haven't bothered to talk to you. Please come in."

I'm about to protest as he pulls me inside. "I shouldn't be here." I say.

"I want you here. I'll introduce you to everyone." 

As we walk inside he introduces as we make our way toward the kitchen. "Mom?" he says. His mother turns around and looks surprised.

"Mom, this is my good friend; Tatiana. She was in my music video?" he says blushing slightly.

His mom immediately comes to me and embraces me. She is so sweet, she makes me miss my own mom.

"It's so nice to meet you, honey. Call me Katherine. Are you hungry?" Before I can even answer she is fixing me a plate.

"And these are my sisters. Janet, and Rebbie." Rebbie smiles and gives a shy wave.

Janet says "I love your outfit!"

I'm wearing a red flannel shirt, a white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots.  

"Thanks!" I say blushing.

Janet and Rebbie are so beautiful. Jermaine walks in the kitchen. 

"Hey Mikey....whoa who is this?" says one.

"This is Tatiana, my good friend. Tatiana, this is my big brother, Jermaine." Jermaine gives a slow whistle, and I blush.

"Nice to meet you, Tatiana." He says grabbing a bottle of water.

As he walks out of the kitchen, he yells loudly to his brothers. "Go in the kitchen! Applehead has a girlfriend! And she is bad!!!!!!!"

I can't even look at Michael. When I do he is so red, and laughing. His brothers rush in the kitchen. "Jermaine, we are just friends!" he says laughing. "This is Randy, Marlon, Tito, Brandon, and Joh'Vonnie."

I give a shy wave as they greet me. "So do you play ball?" Jermaine asks, with his eyes glowing.

"Yea, you got game?" I say teasingly. He tosses the ball to me, and I catch it with a bright smile.

Michael's POV

I sit in the kitchen with mom, and my sisters. "So are you guys a thing?" Janet asks as she sips on red wine.

"No, just friends."

I look down and think about our kiss. Her soft lips on mine. It makes me just want her even more.

"Michael do you love her?" Rebbie asks. I slowly look up, and look out the window.

"You need to tell her, Michael." Janet says as she studies me.

"Have you guys kissed?" she asks. 

All I can do is nod. Both of my sisters squeal. "Michael, you can't let fear take over your heart." I look up as my mom looks straight at me.

"If you like her Michael, tell her."

Tatiana's POV

I sit down to take a break from the game. A man comes up to me.

"Are you Tatiana?" he asks sternly. I nod.

"I'm Joseph, Michael's father." I quickly get up.

'Mr. Jackson, its a pleasure meeting you!" I hold out my hand for him to shake. He doesn't take it. Instead he looks at me from head to toe. I start feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?" I feel my knees weaken as I follow him. I've heard stories in the media about his dad. He isn't someone to mess with either.

"So you are a friend of Michael's?" he asks.

"Yes sir." I say meekly.

"Now Tatiana, I couldn't help but overhear him speak about you to his mother, and sisters. I don't know what is going on between you two; but it needs to end now. I see the way he looks at you. And now he tells his sisters, he has feelings with you." he says.

I try to process this. He likes me? Me? I feel my heart race. I want to laugh and cry at the same time. But where was Joseph going with this?

"Where are you going with this sir?" I say softly.  He turns around abruptly and stands inches away from my face.

"Stay away from him. The last thing he needs is a distraction like you, to ruin his career." he hisses.

I see Marlon out of the corner of my eye listening. 

"And if you really care about him, you'll take my advice." I take a shaky breath.

"I'll leave right away sir." I whisper and walk away. I make a break to my car, as tears pour down my face.

"Tatiana! Wait!"

I hear Michael run after me, I keep running when he catches me and grabs me hand.

"Tatiana, there is something I need to tell you." he looks at me, and sees my tears. "Tatiana, what's wrong?"

I look over his shoulder and see his father watching, with his arms crossed. 

"I have to go."

I try to turn away, but he pulls me back in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't talk to you about...us. I was to scared to tell you the truth. I actually have feelings for you." his voice breaks a bit from him being nervous.

I start sobbing, and my body starts shaking.

"Please don't cry." he whispers. I look in his eyes. He is so beautiful, and I feel my heart breaking just looking at him.

"I know you feel something too, tell me I'm wrong and I'll let you go." his voice is hoarse.

 I look at him and with everything I have; I hear myself say "Your wrong."

I look at him, he looks like I've just socked him. 

"I don't believe that." he says with his voice breaking.

"Well you should." I say sharply as I turn around and walk to my car. 

As I pull out of the long driveway, I still see him in my rearview mirrors I can practically hear his heart breaking.

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Uh-oh...so much drama. I just want to say before I get alot of feedback about Joseph, I did this for a "dramatic effect" for the story. Not to be offensive! Vote/Comment <3 <3

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