*Michael's Point Of View*

I don't understand why life has to be so harsh. It can be so great at times, then terrible at other's. It's definitely a roller coaster that I am growing tired of. But I know this ride just prepares me for the next. If it wasn't for the ride, I wouldn't be where I am today. Unfortunately I would rather not be on the ride today.

"Mike. Man, I know we haven't been on the best of terms...", Ryan interrupts, as I scan the Bible study room for David. "Ryan, Now isn't the time...", I reply, taking one quick glance at him before continuing down the hall. He is silent for a moment, probably try thinking up something else to say.

"Mike, I just want to apologize... I really abused the privilege of having you as a friend. And that was wrong of me...", He admits, following me into the next room. I roll my eyes and ignore him. I have no time for this right now. "David? David?!", I call, entering a small room, that is a few doors down from the bible study room.

"Mike, Did you hear me?", Ryan asks desperately. I inhale deeply a few times before answering him. "Look, That's nice. It really is but right now I'm in the mist of finding my son's partner. I only have a few hours to be here. Within those hours, I want to see my son marry David, catch up with everyone's lives and maybe have some alone time with my wife. Now excuse this, but can you please shut the Hell up? I'm asking nicely.", I say all in one breath.

Ryan stares at me for two minutes before nodding. "Thank-you.", I exhale, entering the small room. "David?", I call scanning the room. "David are you in here man?", Ryan recalls after me. I glance back at him. "I got this...", He nods, backing up. I shake my head, turning back to the room. I spot something from the corner of my eye. The figure moved quickly, so I can't say who it is. But I have an idea.

"Ryan, check outside for me. I'll continue in here.",-"Alright Mike.", He obliges, quickly turning to jog out. Once he is out of sight, I follow the direction in which the figure went. Which leads me out of the small room and back into the Bible study room. I slowly walk up to the now closed door. God, let him be in here. Please. I sigh and precede inside of the room.

As soon as I step inside, my eyes catch his. Clear as day; David Taylor. "David... We've been looking for you.", I stress, closing the door behind me. David hangs his head lowly, taking a seat at the wooden round table before us. "I didn't know you were coming?", He beats around the bush. I walk over to him and take the next chair beside him.

"Why are you running and hiding David?", He plays with his green, mint tie avoiding eye contact. "David... Talk to me.", He sighs, finally glancing up at me. "I don't know...", He answer's, quickly glancing down again. This time I sigh. "David please look at me when you're talking.",-"I can't...", I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why?",-"I-I just can't.", I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling my frustration building. "David just look at me...", He reluctantly obeys, biting down his bottom lip nervously. "Mister Jackson I have a confession...", He says softly. I wait for him to continue. "I Love Brandon. I really do. And I want to marry him. But there's something stopping me...", He admits, his pupils broadening.

I wipe my face, awaiting the bad news. "What's holding you back?", He glances at my marital ring then my lips. "You. You're holding me back", He whispers, leaning into my face.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Brandon, Honey you have to come out. You really do.", I plead for the millionth time. I've been at this for fifteen minutes; trying to convince Brandon to come out of the bathroom. He's talking, but refuses to leave the stall. Yuli is helping as well. You would think on how convincing she can be, that she would be able to lour Brandon out; epic failure.

"Honey, This is aunt Yuli. Please come out. Please.", Yuli pleads, again. There's a long silence before Brandon rebuttals. "I can't. I really can't. David doesn't love me. He's in love with dad...", Yuli and I exchange confusion filled glance. "Wait what? David is in love with your father, Michael? ", Yuli asks for clarity. Brandon sniffles.

"Yes, He isn't in love with me anymore. He wants dad...", Brandon croaks this time. Still trying to wrap my head around what Brandon is saying, I back away from the door. I honestly had no clue about this. I know David is a flirt, but he has never showed that he had feelings for Michael. I'm so confused.

"Brandon, Let me in there please?", I beg, walking towards the door again. "No. I don't want to talk about it! Fuck him! Fuck this stupid as ceremony!", He screeches, from the other side. "You go find Michael I'll calm him down...", Yuli suggests, I nod in agreement and slowly walk away from the door. I don't want to believe this right now.

What if he made a move on Michael? I don't know what to do right now. Walking through the hall of the church, I bump into Bill who was roughhousing with Dylan. "Look here you old man, You can't touch the power of Katy Perry's whip cream bra!", Dylan exclaims, demonstrating with his index finger's.

Bill laughs before turning to acknowledge me. "Your son here is crazy. I love that...", He jokes, shaking his head. I force a smile, taking a good glance at our supporters outside the windows. It's sad they are going to disappointed. "Something's bothering you huh?", Bill asks, frowning. I nod; I can't lie to Bill.

"I'm looking for David and Michael... ",-"David And Michael? ",He repeats, confusion clear in his tone. "Yeah... Have you seen them?",-"I saw David a while ago, but not in the last fifteen minutes... Is everything okay?",  I reluctantly nod. "Yeah. Well Thanks. Keep everyone entertained.",

Unpleased by my response, he removes his walkie talkie from his belt and calls for Rafael to take his place. Replacing the walkie talkie back onto his belt, he smiles at me sarcastically. "Let's go...",-"Bill, I want to handle this... ",-"Let's go...", He repeats, gently pushing me onward.

*Michael's Point Of View*

"Don't ever, ever try to do that again. Ever.", I warn, wiping my mouth. I can't believe him. I am beyond pissed. He leaves my son to come and make a move on me. I quickly stand from the chair. David is starring at me, honestly confused.

"But, I thought you felt the same. I love you. I'm in love with you... Mich-", I shake my head, pacing the room. "No, no. You're not. You love Brandon. Not me! And it's Mister Jackson to you.", I stress, still pacing. David watches me, speechless.

"I don't know where this is coming from...",-"My heart. I love you. I love Brandon too. I-",-"Bull shit. You don't love me and you damn sure don't love Brandon!", I screech, pausing to glare at him. "If you did, you wouldn't be here trying to kiss me! I'm a married fucking man! I'm your fiances father!", He begins crying, holding his face in his hands.

"I know. I feel terrible. I want to marry him, I swear. But I'm honestly in love with you. I don't know why, or how. I just know I am...", He weeps, standing up from his chair. "I know you're married, but I needed you to know that. That's why I told Brandon I couldn't marry him. Not if I'm secretly wishing to be with you...", He explains, walking up to me.

"David... Don't step any closer. Just leave...", He opens his mouth to retort, but the door swing open. "Why?! What is wrong with you?!", Marilyn screeches, charging for David. Bill emerges from behind the door and quickly catches her arm before she could get any closer to David. David glances From me to Marilyn. He's shaking a little.

I feel a little sympathy for the guy, but a little is all I feel. "Marilyn, calm down...", Bill says, releasing her arm. She ignores him, giving David the nastiest glare. "Why? Please tell me why? It's not funny, leading people on. Brandon loves you! And you do this!", She erupts, still glaring at him. David swallows hard.

"I'm sorry. I love Brandon. I really do. I'm... I'm just Confused now.",-" Michael is my husband. Okay? I'm really trying not to hate you right now. I really am. Just go... go tell Brandon how you feel. He's the one hurting, the one you should be explaining this to.", She stresses, calming down a bit.

"Please go...", Bill pleads. Davis nods, turning to walk away. When he reaches the door, he glances back at me. I slowly look away. I just want this to hurry and time to an end; for Brandon's sake...

To Be Continued...

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A/N: Did you notice the picture in the beginning of the chapter? Do you know who they are? Besides the obvious... Teehee. I'll explain if you don't. To the left corner: Jaden Smith (Aka -Brandon Jackson), Top Right corner: Justin Bieber (Aka- David Taylor), Bottom left corner: Naomi Campbell (aka- Marilyn Jackson), and lastly Michael teehee! If you don't know by now, Michael is semi-famous. He's not The King Of Pop, just a Well known producer/ manager. Well, that's all! Just a little factoid. Enjoy and leave comments! I love feedback!

           -Marilyn. E♥