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9 hours later:

Michael's P.O.V.

'Come on Michael. Just tell her how you feel at the hotel. Don't be a wimp..but what if she doesn't like me like that? Ugh, what do I do?

I look out the window and notice we're about to land in Munich, Germany.

Miranda's P.O.V.

MJ: Miranda wake up. We're landing. *shakes me gently*

Me: Ugh! Do we have to get off? *trying to fall asleep again*

MJ: Yes, now come on.

Me: No!

MJ: Fine. *picks me up bridal style and starts walking off the plane*

Me: *squirms in his arms*

MJ: What's wrong? *concerned*

Me: I don't like where your hand is bub.

MJ: *notices where his hand is and blushes* Sorry. *starts to put me down*

Me: No! *latches onto him*

MJ: *laughs* Ok.

He carries me all the way to the limo. I think he's going to set me down once we get inside the limo but he doesn't. Instead, he places me on his lap and we pull off towards the hotel. I squirm in his lap to get comfortable.

MJ: *eyes get wide* Don't do that. *starts sweating a little*

Me: Why? I need to get comfortable. *squirms more*

MJ: Miranda, please stop.

Me: Michael, wh..

I stop because I feel something hard on my butt.

Me: Michael, please tell me that's not what I think it is.

MJ: I would be lying then.

Me: Michael! *shocked*

MJ: Sorry. *blushes*

Me: *Crawls off his lap* Awkward.

MJ: *silent*

Me: Mike?

MJ: Yes? *ashamed*

Me: You think I'm mad at you, don't you?

MJ: A little.

Me: I'm not mad at you. I would never be mad at you over that little thing. Well..big thing.

MJ: *blushes* Oh look..*looks out the window* We're here. *opens the door*

Me: We'll talk about this later, mister. *wags finger at him*

MJ: *laughs* Alright, mother.

We get out and are swarmed by paparazzi. It takes about 5 minutes for us to get inside the hotel. One of the bodyguards goes to the front desk to get the room keys. He comes back seconds later with 2 keys and hands them to Michael. Me and Michael start walking to the elevators.

Me: So, what room number am I?

MJ: Well about that..we're sharing a room.
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