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For TatYaNa xoxo Chapter Three Michael gazed up at the big mansion, barely visible from the gates where he stood, waiting for someone to answer the bell. Tatyana lived not to far from his home in a huge house along with her father who was a famous Russian pianist. Tatyana was born in Russia, but had lived in Germany for the most of her childhood The two of them had met when Tatyana had moved to his neighborhood eight years ago and Michael and her had been the best of friends ever since. ***summer of 1970 It was a warm summer evening in June and he and his brothers were playing ball outside in the street and riding their minibikes up and down the sidewalk like crazy outside their gates when a girl ambled past, bobbing a yo-yo on from her finger and humming happily to herself. That was when Michael accidentally hit her hard on the head with the ball theyâ??d been tossing about. To his surprise the girl didnâ??t sit down and cry like most other girls he knew, instead she just scowled at him with dark, defiant eyes and walked up to him pushing his shoulder. â??Why did you do zat?â?, she asked in an unusual accent Michael found fascinating. â??Oh god! Iâ??m soooo sorry!â?, he cried and carefully touched the spot on her forehead where the ball had struck her. â??Does it hurt?â? Giving him the dirtiest look she could muster, the girl slapped his hand away. â??Donâ??t touch me! And of COURSE zat hurt! How would you like it if I threw zis ball in your face?â?, she snapped. Michael was taken aback, he hadnâ??t done it on purpose after all! â??Iâ??m really sorry, but I wasnâ??t paying attention to where I was hitting the ball! I swear it was an accident!â? â??Well, ze next time just pay attention, okay?â?, grumbled the girl, rubbing her head. Michael frowned. â??I said I was sorryâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦why are you still mad at me?â?, he asked, hurt. He reached out once more to inspect the light bruise that was forming on her head, only to have it shoved away again. â??Donâ??t! And Iâ??m not mad, I just donâ??t want to be treated like some weak little girlâ?, she said, her tone slightly softening. Michael gave her a small smile and stretched out his hand. â??Hi, Iâ??m Michaelâ?¦â?¦â?¦no hard feelings?â? The girl looked at his hand for a second and then took it slowly, shaking it. â??Iâ??m Tatyana!â?, she said. Then her mouth puckered thoughtfully as she took a closer look at Michaelâ??s face. â??Wait. Youâ??re Michael Jackson, arenâ??t you. Of the Jackson 5.â? Her voice wasnâ??t excited or hysterical, she was simply stating a fact. â??Well, ummmâ?¦â?¦â?¦yes, actuallyâ?, he replied, slightly puzzled at her cool reaction. â??In factâ?¦â?¦â?, he paused and gestured over at his brothers who had simply ignored the incident and carried on kicking the ball about. â??â?¦â?¦these are my brothers.â? Tatyana grinned and Michael raised his eyebrows. â??You seem pretty cool about it?â? â??My fazer is ze famous Russian pianist and composer Roman Volvakov. He often invites celebrities to our house.â? She laughed. â??He told me not to scream whenever I meet someone famous!â? Michaelâ??s jaw dropped in amazement. â??YOUâ??RE the daughter of Roman Volvakov?! I love his recitals! Our friend Diana Ross just took us to one of his performances a couple of weeks ago and I thought he was amazing!â? Tatyana blushed. â??I suppose soâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦â? â??I KNOW so! Youâ??re father is a genius!â? Michael beamed at her which made her laugh. â??Youâ??re acting worse zan your own groupies!â?, she giggled. Michael let out a snort of laughter. â??Believe me! Iâ??m NOTHING compared to our groupies!â? â??Oh really? Are zey zat bad?â? Michael put his arm round her shoulders confidentially. â??Let me tell you something about groupies, Tatyana!â?*** And that had been the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Michael smiled as he reflected on that day. Nothing had really changed since thenâ?¦â?¦â?¦apart from Tatyanaâ??s Russian/German accent which had become weaker over the years. Michael had to think of the countless afternoons spent trying to teach her how to pronounce her â??thâ?s. He was torn from his reminiscences as the intercom made itself heard â??Mmmâ?¦â?¦hello?â?, came a sleepy voice from the small speaker. â??Tatyana?â?, Michael called â??Mikey? Izza you? Whatthehell, izz 1 oâ??clock in the morning!!!â?, came the slurred reply, still heavy with sleep That sure was her! Heâ??d recognize that cute accent anywhere! â??Tatyana, please open up, I really need someone to talk to right now!â?, Michael pleaded. He heard a small groan. â??Urgh! All right, all right!â? With that the gates swung open automatically and Michael sprinted through, dashing up the drive to the front door where he almost bowled over his friend in his haste to get to her. â??Woah! Hey, easy, Iâ??m not fully awake yet, my balance is very unstable!â?, Tatyana grumbled. Michael threw his arms around her and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug. It felt so good to be close to someone and Tatyana was the most huggable person in the whole world! Burying his face in her masses of dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders he breathed in her scent. She smelt of flowers and vanilla andâ?¦â?¦â?¦simply Tatyana! This was what he wanted, not to be in some dumb strip joint. â??Oh, Tay!â?, he mumbled, his words slightly muffled by her hair. Tatyana laughed quietly. â??Whatâ??s up with you, Mikey? Why so affectionate?â? Michael broke away and sighed. â??Can we go somewhere we can talk?â?, he asked. Tatyana let out a huge yawn. â??Well, yeah, but â??â?¦â?¦â?¦â? Michael didnâ??t let her finish and dragged her up the large staircase to the upper floor where a long hallway led down to her room. Once inside, he plonked down on her giant bed and stared miserably about the room. Usually he really loved being in here. It was an enormous bedroom, even larger than his. The walls were filled with posters of shows her father had given back in Russia when Tatyana had been just a toddler, posters of Ballet shows, jazz musiciansâ?¦â?¦, there were shelves upon shelves crammed with records, ranging from classic to disco, books, sketching pads, paintbrushes and loose stacks of sheet music, her record player stood next to her bed, the needle idly tossed off the record which lay on itâ?¦â?¦â?¦he craned his neck to see which one it was: Nat King Cole â?? Unforgettable. What else? Tatyana loved jazz. She loved all music. Often she would leave a record on before going to sleep and wake up in the morning to find the needle scratching as the record turned, no more music being able to be played since it had come to an end. Cicero, Tatyanaâ??s Siamese cat was sprawled lazily across his big cushion on the windowsill where he lay watching them with his intelligent blue eyes, not moving a muscle. Michael loved that cat with itâ??s big cautious ears and elegantly lean body, which always reminded him of that of a dancerâ?¦â?¦â?¦ Michael adored this room, because it resembled the same chaos his was in and mirrored the creativeness of itâ??s inhabitant. Tonight, however he could not find his usual enthusiasm. ***Tatyana Tatyana stood and watched her best friend closely. He looked downright awful! His sweater and jeans looked slightly damp and bedraggled and his penny loafers were ruined! Had he tried to drown himself in a lake or something?! But then she remembered that she hadnâ??t seen Michaelâ??s car in the drive. He must have WALKED hereâ?¦â?¦â?¦at nightâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦in the rain that had slowly started up again a while ago and was softly drumming against the window pain. What had gotten into him? Tatyana looked closer at his face and her eyes widened in shock. Michaelâ??s were tearstained, his eyes red and welled up with hurt! â??Michaelâ?, she ventured. â??Have you been crying?â? She sat down next to her friend and took his hand in hers. What had upset him so much it had made him cry? And where had he just come from?? Michael smelled slightly of smoke and cheap perfumeâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦had he been on a DATE? Tatyanaâ??s chest tightened at the thought that some woman might have done this to him. But Michael NEVER went on dates and he sure would have told her if heâ??d asked somebody outâ?¦â?¦â?¦ The saddest big brown doe eyes she had ever seen stared back at her. They were brimming with tears. The next thing she knew, Michael had rolled himself up into a little ball and was sobbing into her pillow. Tatyana felt as if someone had just stabbed her right in the heart. She hated seeing Michael like this. She crawled over to where her best friend lay shaking and began to slowly stroke his back. â??M-Michael?â?, she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. â??Shhhhh. Itâ??s okay! Please donâ??t cry. Whatâ??s the matter, please tell me, okay? Youâ??ll feel better!â? ***Michael Why was he making such a fuss, imposing on his friend like this in the middle of the night, disturbing her in her sleep? Michael felt so bad for his behavior, but the events had just come crashing in on him and he just couldnâ??t help himself! Tatyana had always been so good to himâ?¦â?¦â?¦she was the one who picked him up after he fell, who dried his tears when he cried, but on the other hand she also loved to just goof off, wrestle and being rowdy with him! Sheâ??d always been like that. She was the shoulder he needed and the only person he wanted to talk to right now. He looked up and found his best friend still gazing at him worriedly, stroking his arm and speaking soothing words to him. Finally he managed to pull himself together enough to tell Tatyana exactly what had happened, from the moment he entered the strip club â??till when heâ??d walked all the way to her place. His best friend listened intently, not interrupting once, only gasping in some places. After heâ??d finished, Tatyana let herself fall back on the bed and covered her face with her hands. â??Oh, Mikeybear! What am I supposed to do with you?â?, she mumbled, her words muffled. â??When will you realize that you are the most beautiful person I have ever met? Youâ??re so kind and generous, youâ??ve got a great sense of humor, youâ??re really cuteâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦the only thing you lack is SELF CONFIDENCE!â? She sat up and took hold of Michaelâ??s hands. â??I canâ??t gain that for you, thatâ??s something YOU need to doâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦thatâ??s the only problem you have!â? She brushed the dark locks of hair obscuring her face slightly to one side and stared deeply into his eyes. Michael felt slightly chilled by her big dark orbs that were usually so cheerful and dancing with mirth, but which were now grave. He let out a huge sigh. â??Oh, Tayâ?¦â?¦â?¦I donâ??t know what it is!â?, he inched closer to his friend and put his arm around her slim shoulders, pulling her to his chest and playing with her hair. â??Have â?? you ever gotten up in the morning and looked in the mirror and justâ?¦â?¦â?¦not really liked what you saw? No matter what anybody else says to youâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦you just donâ??t like it?â? He looked down at Tatyana who was gazing up at him, her mouth an unhappy line. â??It just makes meâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦insecure, I guess.â? His friend sighed. â??You know â??â?¦â?¦â?, she began, playing with a loose thread on his sleeve. â??I donâ??t understand why youâ??re always so shy, especially around women. Because youâ??ve got to remember that all people are selfish. When you think theyâ??re looking at you and sizing you up, theyâ??re in fact probably just worried as hell about what you think of them, you see? Their main focus is THEMSELVES. People arenâ??t judging you half as often as you may think, Michael, because theyâ??re far too caught up in themselves. Also, I donâ??t know why girls are such a problem for you, after allâ?¦â?¦you can talk to me in a completely normal way!â? Michael thought about that. Maybe Tatyana was right and he did care to much about what other people thought. â??I suppose I can see your pointâ?¦â?¦â?¦I just tend to worry that people wonâ??t like me! And as for talking to girlsâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦well, youâ??re not like a typical woman to me! Youâ??re like one of my sisters, so of course Iâ??m more relaxed around you AND of course Iâ??ve known you for years. When I see you I donâ??t think â??Oh my god! Thereâ??s a girl!!!â??, but instead I think, â??Oh, itâ??s okay, itâ??s just Tatyanaâ??â?, he smiled at her. â??Wow, thanks! Iâ??m not like a woman to you, Iâ??m ONLY Tatyana? Whatâ??s that supposed to mean?â?, she pouted, playfully shoving his shoulder. Michael giggled. â??You knooooow what I mean!â?, he laughed, shoving her back. â??No I donâ??t! Hey! Stop shoving me, Jackson!â? â??Ooooh, look whoâ??s talking! Youâ??re the one who started it!â? â??Did not!â? â??Did too!â? â??Did NOT!â? â??Did TOO!â? â??Did NOT!â? Suddenly Michael had an idea. â??Did not!â?, he retaliated. â??Did too!â? â??HAHAHAAA!!! Gotcha!!â?, he giggled hysterically, holding his sides and almost falling off the bed. Tatyana gave him a scowl and pinned him down. â??All right, buddy! Youâ??re gonna pay!â? With that she grabbed hold of Michael foot, pulled his loafer off and started tickling. â??NOOOO! TATYANA STOPPIT!!!! AAAHHAAAHAAAAAAAA!!! PLEASE THAT TICKLES SOOO BAD!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!â?, Michael squealed, desperately trying to escape, but not really succeeding. â??Thatâ??s what you get for insulting me. Oh, and keep it down, will you, youâ??re gonna wake up half the house!â?, she said sweetly. â??TAYYYYYY!!!! Iâ??M SOOWWWY!!!!! AAAAAAARGH!!!â?, he giggled helplessly. â??PLEAAASE STOP TORTURING ME!!!!â? Tatyana finally let go of his foot and Michael rolled over onto the far side of the bed where his feet were out of reach of her dangerously tantalizing fingers. â??Fwiends?â?, he asked shoving out his bottom lip, giving her his best puppy dog stare. Tatyana rolled her eyes and laughed. â??Yeah, friends! Now get over here, I want an apologetic cuddle!â? Michael grabbed hold of her, wrapping his arms around her tightly and nuzzled his face into her neck, blowing a loud raspberry. â??Ewwwwwwwww!!! MICHAEL?!?! You got drool all over my neck, you punk! Câ??mere!â? Tatyana leaned forward and did the same on Michaelâ??s neck. They both giggled, he loved how he could always goof off with Tatyana and he didnâ??t even mind her slobbering all over him! At least sheâ??d made him feel loads better! He cuddled up to his friend and closed his eyes blissfully. â??Tay?â? â??Mmhmm?â? â??Can I stay with you tonight?â? â??Of course you can, Mikey! You didnâ??t think Iâ??d let you walk home in the middle of the night and in this rain, did you?â? â??Yaaaaaay! Thanks, Tee-Tee! Be right back!â? Michael hopped off the bed and shot into her bathroom where Tatyana kept a spare toothbrush for him for when he spent the night (which was a frequent occurrence!) and quickly whizzed his teeth. His eyes fell on the shower longinglyâ?¦â?¦â?¦he was still pretty cold from the rain! â??Hey, mind if I have a shower?â?, he called softly. â??Knock yourself out! You know where the towels are!â? Michael stripped off his clothes and slipped into the shower. He sighed happily as the hot water beat down on his body, warming him to the core. It felt so good having the water run over his skin and through his hair and he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and letting the warmth wash over him. After about ten minutes Michael finally turned off the shower and dried himself quickly. Then, having slipped his boxers and T-shirt back on, he tiptoed quietly incase Tatyana was already asleep back into the bedroom and slipped carefully under the covers. Snuggling up to her from behind he whispered in her ear. â??Tay, you asleep?â? â??Mmmmmm.â? â??Oh, sorry!â? Tatyana turned around, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying her face in his chest. â??Mmmyouu smell nice!â?, she mumbled. Michael giggled. Apparently sleep was making her cuddly. â??I used your shower gel.â? â??Oh, thatâ??s whyâ?¦â?¦â?¦â? Michael leaned over, careful not to dislodge Tatyanaâ??s head which was still laying on his chest, and turned off the light. As darkness enveloped him he felt sleep come quickly. Before he drifted off, he mumbled. â??This is the most important friendship in my life, Tay!â? â??Youâ??ll always havvitâ?¦â?¦â?¦â?, came the muffled reply. ... hope you like ;) please vote! lots of L.O.V.E. - emy -
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