Allie's Point Of View ~

What is? . . why? Why is Frank standing in front of me? At my door? Isn't he suppose to be in Brisbane for the continuation of the tour with Michael? I don't understand why he's here. He was the one that desperately wanted me away from Michael. He was the one that kept us apart. I'm very confused right now.

I clear my throat. 

"Frank? What are you doing here? Is Michael okay? Has something happened? . . " 

He shakes his head, putting his hand up "No, nothing serious. But Mike, he isn't okay . . " 

I give him a confused look. What is he talking about? I let out a sigh. I'm frustrated. 

"Frank what are you saying? Why are you here? . . " I ask him. 

" . . I get it now, Allie. I really do . . " Frank says. 

I cross my hands over my cheat and lean against my door frame.

" . . you get what now? . . " I ask. 

He steps forward a little. "I get you and Michael. I get it now. I see everything now, Allie . . " 

"You love him so much and I know now that he feels exactly the same way. I see that now. Michael was talking in the interview about a certain girl that he has fallen in love with . . " 

Frank looks down, he puts a hand in his pocket and takes out a disc. I look at the disc, reading what it says on it. Franks gives it to me. I take it from him. 

"I Just Can't Stop Loving You -  For Her . . " Written on it. 

I look at it. I know it's Michael's writing. I smile. Frank continues to talk. 

"When I found out about the two of you . . " 

"I was terrified that something was going to go terribly wrong. Michael tends to trust people that he shouldn't and I thought you were one of those people . . " 

He lowers his head mid-sentence, in shame it seems. 

"That's why I wanted to get you away. I was worried about Michael. I just wanted to protect him. I thought you were just another one of those people, wanting in on his fame and money . . " 

"Then taking off and leaving him brokenhearted and lonely. That's why I just . . I lost it and I needed your little intimate secret to end so desperately and I wanna say I'm sorry for that . . "

He points to the disc in my hand. "I found that in one of Mike's bags, I listened to it. It's a beautiful song, Allie. And he wrote it about you . . " 

I find my voice again. Speaking exactly what is on my mind, exactly what is in my heart. What has been in my heart the whole time. Nothing was fake . . all of it was real. 

"I do love Michael so much. I'm in love with him, Frank. We both tried to tell you but you just wouldn't listen to either of us . . " I tell him. 

"I know, Allie. I'm sorry. When Michael was talking about that 'mystery girl' in the interview, I knew it was you and I saw how sad he was when he talked about the whole thing. I saw how sad he was now being away from you. So, come back to Brisbane with me. Come and see Michael . . " 

I look at Frank. Did he just say that? He is actually allowing me to see Michael? I can't help but to start crying? Being full of such joy and pain. I'm so happy that I am going to see my baby. Frank walks closer to me and gives me a hug. I'm shocked because he never showed any sympathy, well not to me anyway. 

"Please, Frank. Please can you take me to him? I need to see Michael . . " 

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Later that night we arrive in Brisbane. I just got the biggest bag from my closest and threw whatever clothes that my eyes came across. I still can't believe it. Frank coming to my house and telling me how sorry he is. For the way that he acted towards me. He really thought I was just some random girl who had no feelings for Michael, that I just wanted to get my hands on his money and have my fifteen minutes of fame of being with a superstar. Even telling the media and therefore hurting Michael. That isn't my heart. Frank came to my house to tell me that he was wrong. We quickly stop into the hotel room where Michael is staying, I put my bags down and freshen up a little. Frank waits outside the room for me. Oh my gosh. This whole hotel room smells like Michael . . even if Michael is in a room for a few minutes he still manages to leave his gorgeous scent behind. I walk out closing the door. Frank locks it afterwards.

 He looks at me, telling me "Now, Michael is doing a show right now, okay? . . " 

I nod. I'm so excited. We head outside to the black car that's going to  take us to Michael's show. 

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It's 9:30pm and we arrive. I hop out of the car and I am engulfed by the cheering of the crowd that are so captivated with Michael's song and dance. I follow Frank, we walk past numerous members of security and making sure I don't trip over all the wires and electrical cords that are the reason behind all the amazing special effects for the show. We are standing on the side of the stage. There he is! There is my baby. I smile and bite my lip as I look at him performing his song 'Another Part Of Me'. Michael hasn't seen me yet. Oh my gosh, I can't wait to throw my arms around him and never let him go. 

Michael's Point Of View ~

This crowd is so beautiful. I love them so much. I love to dance, to sing . . to perform. I just simply love what I do. I spin around and pose. 

"Your just another part of me . . " I smile to myself as I listen to the crowd. 

I love just dancing and feeling so free . . free from people telling me how to live my life. The song is finishing up soon. I look, seeing Frank standing on the side of the stage, backstage with a cigar in his hand. Where has he been? After my interview this morning he just disappeared. Wherever he went . . he's back now. I look over at him again. 

Wait. Am I seeing things?

Who is that standing next to him? I stop dancing for a second and look over so I can see properly. 

Allie . . is that Allie? Oh my gosh, it is her. She's here. 

The song finishes finally. I pose waiting for the lights to go out. The stage turns back. I literally run over to her and give her a kiss. I hug her wrapping my arms around her waist, she wraps her arms around my neck. I feel her sobbing into my neck. I pull away and hold her face in my hands, wiping her tears away. She knows what I'm gonna ask, she says it before I even get the words out . . 

"Frank flew back to Sydney to get me. To bring me back to you, baby. He said he was wrong about us . . about everything . . " She tells me, tearfully. 

I smile and kiss her forehead. "I love you Allie. You returned to me . . " 

Frank suddenly comes in. A smile on his face this time. 

 "Mike, your still on . . " 

I look at Frank wanting to kiss him too. He puts his hands up. "Your welcome, Mike . . " 

I go back on stage "I Just Can't Stop Loving You" starts playing. This is the song I wrote for Allie. So I sing it to her. 

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Allie's Point Of View ~

I put one of Michael's shirts on and a fresh pair of panties. Last night was so beautiful. Michael and I made love until the break of dawn, literally. We couldn't stop. We just missed each other so much. I walk into the lounge room and see Michael sitting on the couch, writing something down on paper, properly a new song. Michael never stops working. He is shirtless and only wearing a pair of black pants, I come up behind him and put my hands on his naked shoulders, leaning down to kiss his cheek. 

"Hey baby . . " He giggles. 

"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep? . . " He asks me. 

"The little amount of sleep that I got, it was good thanks Michael . . " 

I walk around to face him and take the paper and pen out of his hand. He smiles, biting his lip. I get on top of him, with my legs on either side of him, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

"I really love you, Michael . . " 

He smiles.  "I really love you too, Allie . . " 

 He kisses me sweetly. Michael has rehearsal today. We had a shower and got ready to go. The black car that is taking us is already downstairs waiting for us. Michael's wearing his traditional red button up shirt, black pants and loafers. I'm wearing a dress. Frank meets us in the lobby along with a few security. We walk outside, seeing a sea of media and fans. There is police and Michael's security keeping them all at a safe distance. The press is crazy. They call out so many questions at a time. I hold onto Michael's arm as they continue to call things out from every direction. 

"Michael, is this the girl you were talking about in your interview yesterday? . . " Asks one. 

"The song 'I Just Can't Stop Loving You' Is she the girl you wrote it about? . . " Adds another. 

"Mike, over here. Is this girl your girlfriend? . . " Another voice comes in. 

Suddenly Michael stops, looking down at me. He is smiling. What is he going to do? 

"All of the above. This girl is the girl I'm in love with and that I want to spend the rest of my life with. And yes your correct . . " 

. . she is my girlfriend . . " 

Michael leans down and places his soft lips on mine, kissing me passionately. I close my eyes and kiss him back. I wrap my arms around him, giving them all a little show. All I can hear is the flashes of their cameras from every direction possible and the continuation of their questions as I enjoy Michael's kiss. 

fin.