It's currently 1993- the period when the allegations against Michael Jackson started. You were his girlfriend, and the two of you have been dating for two whole years. The relationship was top secret at first, but once Michael's whole team found out, the word spread fast towards the media. No one ever held a grudge against you, really, until 1993 however. You began getting questioned left and right, people stopping you randomly on the street to ask you for details, and so on. It was a hellhole.

Tonight, Michael was performing at a venue. You were watching him from backstage, and things were going okay the entire time. However, as soon as his performance ended and you two began to leave the place along with the rest of the team, the news reporters and paparazzi were following you everywhere.

Question after question... "Are you certain your boyfriend Michael Jackson is innocent?" "Michael, are the allegations true?" "Why are you running away from the evidence?"

At some point, he had enough and he ushered both of you inside of his car "Take us to a nearby hotel. Somewhere where they can't find us" Despite his annoyance, his voice was soft and gentle as always. The driver nodded and began driving ahead, quickly managing to escape the crowd of people that formed

You eventually arrived at a pretty fancy hotel, a few kilometers away from the venue. Some of the people who worked with Michael and came along reserved a room for the both of you, in order to avoid the hassle of Michael having to do it himself (for obvious reasons).

The two of you went upstairs and got into your room- it was big and cozy, with a king-sized bed and big balcony that looks over the city. As you sat down onto the edge of the bed, he Immidiately joined you, hugging up next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder half-tiredly "These folks are so damn tirin'"... He murmured softly "I'm fine with them draggin' me into this... They don't like me 'cause i don't comply with what they want from me.... But i don't want you to be in on this too..." His hand gently took yours, maybe even a bit shyly. He was never all that confident in front of you, as much as he was in front of a crowd of people.