"A summer love is beautiful
But it's not enough
To satisfy emotions
That are shared between us"

- The Deele

|Zürich, Switzerland|
|Wednesday, May 20th, 1987|
|Hotel Spinne|
|3:00 am|

Prince

I got up from the bed very quietly so Michael wouldn't wake up, and made my way over to the door, opening it and closing it behind me. Since I knew no one would be up, I'd be perfectly fine without any security, plus, I wasn't going anywhere anyway, I just really needed someone to talk to asap. I couldn't sleep after what happened between Michael and I. So I needed to settle this, once and for all. I need to figure out what I've been feeling, and what's been going on between the two of us, and what my heart is telling me. Cause if I don't, we're going to continue to go through this cycle over and over again, not having a clue to what it means. So, I knew just the person to help me.

I walked down to the seventh door away from my room, and I banged on it harshly, anxiously wanting her to open. After a couple of seconds, the door finally opened, revealing Cat. She was wearing a blue T-shirt, black shorts and her hair was wildly all over the place, and she looked at me with a tired yet confused look on her face.

"What the hell-" She says but I cut her off, walking into her room. I hear her sigh, then close the door.

"Come in." Cat said sarcastically due to me coming into her room anyway. I start pacing back and forth in the middle of the room. She walks around me, looking me up and down, then sits down on the foot of the bed.

"We need to talk." I said, continuing to pace across the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cat mumbled, then yawned right after, still trying to wake up. I stopped in my tracks, and stared at her in thought. She shrugged awkwardly, waiting for my response.

"Prince, what's up?" She said impatiently. I hesitated at first, trying to process what I was about to say, but since I trusted her and knew Cat wasn't going to tell a soul, I had to be flat out honest and get this burden off of my chest.

"I almost kissed Michael." I blurted out, finally feeling relief for getting it out, but started to panic even more after what I just said.

Oh my God, I almost kissed Michael.

However, Cat looked didn't looked phased at all by the news I told her. She shrugged and furrowed her eyebrows, "What, like on the cheek?"

I facepalmed my forehead, and I sighed heavily. She might be pretty, but she's not the smartest of the bunch.

"No, Cat. On the lips!" I stressed, hoping she would catch my drift.

Just like that, her mouth dropped, and she was completely stunned. That's the reaction I was waiting for. I couldn't look at her reaction any longer, because it started to make me panic even more, so I turned away and continued to pace back and forth.

"No way." She said breathlessly.

I nodded, letting her know that it was true as I continued to walk back and forth.

"What? you-seriously?" She says, still shocked.

I stayed quiet, looking down at the floor in thought. Then I heard her starting to laugh, I furrowed my eyebrows, and stopped walking to look at her.

"What's so funny?" I asked, she held her chest, trying to hold in her laughs as she said

"Nothing." She paused, getting herself together, "I'm just shocked! Prince, I didn't know you were gay! How come you haven't told me this?"

I threw my head back at her slowness, she was clearly not getting the main point out of all of this, even though she hit one of the nails on the head. However, it wasn't true. In my defense and full honesty, I was not gay. I was never fully interested in men, I had always loved women from day one, and that would never change. But, love is love, and I felt it had no gender on it, and for anyone that was gay, lesbian, trans or whatever, I had no problem with that at all. For me personally though, I wasn't gay. People always assumed that I was because I wore heels, hoop earrings or fruity clothing as they would say it. When in all honesty, that was just my sense of style and it's what I liked, that doesn't justify that I'm gay. Still, I wasn't sure what the hell possessed me to want to kiss Michael.

"That's because I'm not gay, Cat." I defended, crossing my arms. She put her hands up in defense, then sat there in thought for a little bit before she spoke up.

"Do you think you might be bisexual?" She suggested. I thought about her question for a second, then shook my head, denying it.

"Nope." I said, popping the P at the end.

She rolled her eyes at my reply, "Stop being in denial. If you still like women, and you just told me you almost kissed Michael, who is a man, then you clearly are bisexual."

I knew deep down, somewhere inside of me, that she was making a valid point. But I couldn't admit it, something in me wasn't ready to, and I just couldn't except it. I sighed, finally making my way over to the bed and sat next to her. I leaned forward, and put my head in my hands.

"How did you even get to the point of kissing him anyway?" She asked as she rubbed my back.

I leaned back up, shaking my head, "It's a long story."

She scoffed, "Don't give me that. Knockin' on my door at three in the morning and waking me up from my sleep. You better start talkin." Cat demanded.

I sighed heavily, not even wanting to argue with her.

Then, after contemplating, I finally told her everything, from beginning to end. I told her about how me and Michael met, our little fued in between, how we made up and became friends, how we became even closer and hung out all the time, the children's hospital visit, how he understood my past, and the connection that seemed to spark in between us, also the constant stare down trances we always had, and about how once it happened, we would forget it the next day and pretend like it never happened, then I explained everything that happened currently. I had told her everything, from A to Z, and I took a deep breath, then exhaled, from the long story.

As I waited for Cat's response, she remained quiet. Then, a smirk slowly creeped up on her face. I raised my eyebrow at her and asked, "What?"

"It's sounds like someone's got a lil crush." She teased. I widened my eyes a little and waved her off, shaking my head.

There was no way I had a crush on Michael, is she hearing herself? That was insane. We were just friends, and nothing more.

"Aw, come on! You guys would be so cute." She says with a smile, "I think you should tell him how you feel."

"Absolutely not. I don't have a crush on Michael, we are just friends, nothing more than that okay?" I said truthfully. She kept looking at me with that goofy smile on her face, not convinced. I rolled my eyes and kept going with my point.

"Besides, even if I did like Michael, do you know how insane that would be? We wouldn't be able to pull that off even if we tried. The public would tear us apart, and our careers would be ruined. Society, especially these days, don't support gay relationships. Also, our fans would view us differently, and that would be a huge problem, because they're one the reasons we got this far. They're the ones that buy the music, make things like tours, award shows, music charting, and everything else possible. They could lose interest in the both of us just like that, if they found out. It would be a terrible idea regardless."

"Do you recognize how you said, even if I did? So you just admitted that you do like him." Cat pointed out.

"Why are you not listening to me, girl?" I stressed, starting to get very irritated with her. This conversation was going no where and I was starting to think it was a mistake to even try to figure this out.

"I am, calm down." She chuckled, then she put her hand on top of mine reassuringly, "I do understand where you're coming from, and you're right. With you guys being the biggest stars in the industry right now, I can see how that could be a bad idea, because like you said, people aren't really supportive of same-sex relationships. However, I don't think you're seeing the bigger picture here."

"What are you talking about?" I questioned confusingly.

"Well.." She trailed off for a bit, then spoke back up, coming up with an idea, "Here, close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it." She whined, hoping I wouldn't argue with her. I sighed heavily, and did what she said, closing my eyes.

"Alright, so you said that you don't have any feelings for Michael, right?" She said.

I nodded, with my eyes closed, "Yep."

"And you guys are just friends?"

"Yep."

"And if you were to tell Michael how you feel, if you did like him, it would be a bad idea?" She says carefully, I furrow my eyebrows while my eyes were still closed, trying to figure out the point of this.

"Yes." I replied, waiting for her to get to the point.

"Okay, now that is what you think. But, how do you really feel? What is your heart telling you?"

I stayed silent after that, then as my eyes were closed, I visualized back to the time where me and Michael locked eyes when we were at the children's hospital. I wasn't sure what my feelings were then, but as I replayed that moment in my head, I finally had a huge realization of what I felt that day, and what I've been feeling all along. Cat was right, I did have feelings for him. I guess the reason why I could never put my finger on it was because my mind physically couldn't let me. I was over thinking, I thought of all of the negatives, and what could go wrong, and what other people might say, instead of listening to my heart and carrying about how I felt, than what others would feel.

I never thought that I would be interested in a man as much as I was into Michael, because it never happened, but the fact that it was indeed the case, says a lot. Maybe I was bisexual like Cat said, but either way, my feelings began to grow even stronger as Michael and I continued to get closer. He was the first person to find out about my past, and he was the very first person to help me turn over a new leaf. I felt like I can fully be myself around him, which was always super hard for me to do when I met someone new. Our bond felt like it was unbreakable from the day we became friends, I could tell him anything and everything, I've never laughed as hard with anyone as I do with Michael, and this was a feeling that was completely different than anything I had in the past with other women. No wonder I had almost kissed him, because it was my heart telling me to do so.

What was I going to do? I wasn't sure if I should tell him. I mean, he might not feel the same way. Michael was very straight as far as I know of, and yes, even though there were signs in the beginning that might of gave it away that he might feel the same, I probably took it the wrong way. Which, makes me wish that he told me what he was going to say that day, was he going to tell me same thing I was telling myself at this moment? Or was it just a regular question that he was somewhat nervous to ask me.

I just didn't know.

I slowly opened my eyes and sighed heavily, taking in everything that I had just taken into account and what she said. I looked up to see Cat's devilish smirk.

"Wipe that look of your face." I said, shaking my head as she giggled, then she smiled, crossing her arms.

"So, you do like him. Don't you?"

I was silent for a couple of seconds, looking at her with a straight face, then I confessed, nodding my head slowly.

"Yes, I do."

"I knew it-"

"Shut up." I cut her off, with a small smile, feeling myself blush a little bit.

"You're blushing!" She teased, and pushed my shoulder gently. I chuckled while she continued to make fun of me, then she said.

"When are you gonna tell him?" She asked, and I shrugged my shoulders, having no clue.

"I'll tell him soon."

〰️

|9:00 am|

Michael

There was a saying, which was never use your brain, always your heart. It was hard to describe the things I had been feeling for awhile, and I had figured out why. I had been listening to my mind all along, about the negatives, and about how what could go wrong. Rather than just listening to my heart, and coming to a conclusion to gather all of my feelings together.

From the day me and Prince met, I noticed that there was some gravitational pull that always brought us together. Even though we couldn't stand each other at that point, there was just always something that made us run into each other. The time I saw him in the stall, when he was with Vanity, and he randomly showed up to the New Year's party, we were somehow always together.

When we started to become friends, Prince and I were practically inseparable. We clicked, just like that, and the more we were around each other, the more closer we got. I never usually let people in that easily, but Prince, for some reason, tore down that barrier, that should've been a clear sign from day one that something was going on, but I physically couldn't admit it, or figure it out fully. However, the day me and Prince visited the children's hospital and we looked into each other's eyes, I had caught feelings, just like that, not even thinking it fully. Later that night, before I heard Prince playing the piano, I was in deep thought about it and tried to really think it through, because I had no idea why I was feeling that way, and I felt like I was making a huge mistake and started to think what I was feeling was wrong.

I had always loved women. That's what I liked, and that's what I still like to this day, I've never been interested in men, I was never gay. My sexuality had always identified as straight, my past relationships had always been with women, nothing more, and nothing less. But, now, I was interested in a man, and it made me start to question my sexuality. Was I maybe bisexual? I wasn't sure. I had never done this before though, which said a lot.

I could tell Prince anything. I felt like I could be myself around him, my shyness went completely out the door when he was around. Our endless conversations on the phone would have me in tears of laughter, whenever we hung out, there was never a dull moment, and I feel like ever since he told me about his past, it brought a new level of trust, that I rarely feel with others.

But like I said before, there were the negatives in my head that kept me from these feelings. First, if Prince were to feel the same way and if we were to be together, it would be a horrible idea. He and I were the biggest starts around right now, and if they found out we were together, they would rip us into shreds, you think they had a field day with us being friends? Oh no, it would be a whole ballpark with us being together. Not only that, even though I support people who do fully, the majority of society did not support same sex relationships. My parents were Jehovah Witnesses, which meant they were extremely religious. Usually, people who were religious like that often didn't support gay relationships. Not only that, I wasn't sure what the rest of my family and friends were going to think of me, especially my fans. What if they see me differently? Even though I have my fair share of male fans that go just as crazy over me as the women do, mostly, my fan base is women. If they know that Prince and Michael are together, they will probably lose interest in me, and my music. They're the reason why I got this far, along with god, and the reason why I have the success, and if they were to fall out of love with me, it would truly break my heart, cause I really did appreciate them. It was just a lot to think about, that flooded my mind.

Before I came to visit Prince, I tried to finish as much recording as I could before I left. As I tried to record some of the music along with I Just Can't Stop Loving You, I realized I couldn't stop thinking about him. I called one of my great friends, Elizabeth Taylor, and I had told her what I had been feeling as of late. Since I knew I could trust her, I didn't hesitate to tell her. She basically said that it shouldn't matter what people thought, regardless of what their beliefs were. If my family, friends, and fans really loved me, they would support me no matter what. Also, that I should follow what my heart is telling me, and that I should tell Prince how I feel.

I tried doing that when we went to visit the Lake, but I had a hard time telling him, and his bodyguard practically saved me from doing that since we had to hurry and rush back to the arena. He asked me about it last night, but I started to second guess myself and I pretended that I forgot about what I was gonna say. Then, the most unexpected thing happened. One thing lead after the other, and Prince started to lean in to kiss me. I found myself leaning in as well, not being able to hold in my feelings any longer, but he leaned back and doged the kiss. Instead, he kissed me on the cheek and went to sleep.

Maybe I was over thinking it, but it began to hurt my feelings. I started to think that maybe he didn't feel the same way, and that I had no chance of telling him I really felt. I was slowly starting to lose hope, and give up.

Currently, I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I was flipping through the channels until I came across the news, and It was playing footage of me and Prince at the airport yesterday.

"Michael Jackson and Prince spotted at the Zürich Airport yesterday. It has been said that Jackson had come to visit Prince on his tour, and they were spotted at the Zürich lake later that day."

I widened my eyes at what they were saying. I could've sworn that we were alone. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't tell him my feelings then, because it would've been out in the public just like that. I should've known that was going to happen though, privacy never existed when it came to the both of us. There was always something to catch us slip, and luckily, nothing was shown on TV that would've made the public go into a frenzy.

I sighed, turning the channel, not wanting to look at the news any longer. Then, I heard the door open. I looked up and saw that Prince walked in. I woke up to see that Prince wasn't in bed this morning, so I had no clue where he went, and he had been gone for a little while. Once he closed the door, he looked over at me and gave me a small smile.

"Hey.." He said awkwardly, seeming like he was caught off guard by me being up so early.

"Hey." I smiled small, trying to ease the awkwardness, "Where'd you run off to?"

"Oh, I was just talking with Cat.." He trailed off, unsure of what to say. I nodded slowly, and looked back at the TV, not knowing what to say either.

Prince cleared his throat, and walked over to the couch, sitting next to me. I turned my head to look back at him, then he said, "Michael, do you mind if we talk?"

I had a feeling he was going to talk about what happened last night, so my attention immediately was grabbed, but I was little nervous. I turned my head to the TV, cutting it off with the remote, and faced him fully.

"Look Michael, I-"

Then he was cut off by a knock on the door. We both sighed at the same time, starting to get tired of the constant interuptting. Prince gave me an apologetic look, then got up to answer the door. It revealed his bodyguard.

Jesus, him again?

"Boss, it's time for the meet and greet signing at the arena. The car is waiting outside."

Prince's head fell back, and he groaned. He clearly forgot about that. I chuckled slightly as I saw them talk.

"Shit." He mumbles, "I forgot. Alright, come in. I'm gonna hurry up and get ready " He says as he opens the door wider so his guard could come in.

He came in, and he hesitantly walked over to the couch, sitting a good distance but next to me on the couch as Prince got ready in the bathroom.

"What's up." The guard said, who I believed was Chucky. I looked over at him, and gave him a polite smile back, despite the awkwardness.

"Uh, what's up." I said back, then he cracked a grin, looking like he was trying not to laugh. I raised my eyebrow, trying to figure out what was funny. But, I ignored it, picking up the remote and turning the TV back on.

〰️

|Zürich, Switzerland|
|Hallenstadion Arena|
|5:00 pm|

I remained at the hotel while Prince was at the meet and greet signing. When he came back, we headed over to the arena, and everyone was getting ready for the show. I was backstage, talking with Prince's makeup artist, Donna while Prince was having a conversation with his band on stage. Once the conversation was over, he was having a small talk with Sheila. I looked over at him, and at the same time, he made eye contact with me. He smiled softly at me, and waved a little. I rolled my eyes playfully at his goofiness, and waved back. He looked back over at Sheila and excused himself, making his way over to me.

I excused myself from Donna, then met him halfway. When we finally got close, he said, "From the looks of it, it seems like you can't keep your eyes off of me."

I shook my head and pushed his shoulder playfully, "Whatever, Prince. You looked at me first."

"Sure." He laughed, then there was a silence after that for a couple of seconds. He cleared his throat, and then said, "Hey, um..I'm sorry for leaving out of nowhere this morning."

I shrugged, not really minding, "It's alright."

He smiled small, then his smile trailed off into a nervous look as he said, "Also..I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay." I stopped him, not wanting to make things awkward, especially since we were in public. He sighed in relief, and nodded, happy that he didn't have to go any further. I looked around for a little bit, rocking back and forth on my feet, then looked back at him.

"I'm guessing that we have a lot to talk about later." I said, he looked up from the ground, and he nodded with his smile reappearing on his face.

"I think we do." He agreed, as me and Prince were exchanging smiles, I saw Sheila stare at the both of us from the corner of my eye. I looked away from Prince and glanced at her for a second. Instead of this welcoming smile she usually had on her face, she had this really mean mug, that was sort of intense. I flashed a small smile at her, hoping it was loosen her up a little, but it didn't, she rolled her eyes, looked at me up and down one last time then walked away. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out what just happened. Prince looked at me weirdly, and turned around to see what I was looking at.

"What's wrong?" He asked, I shook it off, shrugging like I didn't know what I was looking at.

"Nothing." I lied, and then we continued to have a small conversation after that. About an hour later, Prince began his show.

As I watched the show from backstage, an idea popped into my head. Since I had a good idea what Prince and I were going to talk about later tonight, I was starting to get very nervous. But, it was finally going to be the moment where I was going to tell him how I felt. So, I thought it would be the perfect time to give him a little something. Nothing major, but something to show how I feel.

During the concert I had asked one of Prince's bodyguards if towards the end of the show, they could take me to a nearby store so I could get something for him. I didn't tell them it was for him though, I just sugar-coated it. They agreed. Even though Prince might wonder where I went, I was going to surprise him later on.

|Zürich, Switzerland|
|Hotel Spinne|
|7:30 pm|

Prince

The show was a success, once again. I was really proud of how smoothly this tour was going. Currently, I was back at the table, setting up the table that room service had left in the middle of the room along with some of Michael's favorite foods. At the end of the show, Chucky had told me Michael had went off to pick up a couple of things from the store. Even though I wondered why he left out of nowhere, I got a huge idea. Since we did have a lot to talk about, which I was guessing it was about what happened last night, I thought it would be nice to surprise him with something special. I didn't want to confess my feelings any regular way, I wanted to do it the right way. I knew he would love this, and I hoped this would be the best way to express how I felt. So I did everything I could, making sure everything was ready while he was out. As I pushed the chair into the table, I heard a knock on the door.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my nerves. This is it, I thought. I walked over to the door, twisted the knob and slowly opened it, to reveal Sheila. My face dropped in disappointment, expecting Michael to be at the door, but it gave me a chance to breath, and calm down a little bit.

"Oh, hey." I said, sounding bummed, "What's up?"

"Can we talk?" She said in a serious tone, and I raised my eyebrow. I leaned forward to look out of the door, to see if Michael was going to show up soon and I looked back at her.

"I don't think this is a good time, Sheila." I said truthfully, starting to feel a little anxious.

"Why?" She asked, I looked down for a little bit, trying to come up with an excuse but I couldn't think of one at the moment.

"Um.." I trailed off, not saying a word. She rolled her eyes at my silence, then pushed past me, walking into the room.

"Obviously this is a good time." She said, walking over to the foot of the bed, standing next to it.

I sighed heavily at her unwelcomed attiude. I closed the door behind me and looked at her, "What do you want?" I asked

"I can't keep doing this, Prince." She said angrily, crossing her arms.

"Doing what?" I furrowed my eyebrows, walking to the middle of the room.

"This!" She exclaimed, pointing at the both of us, "Moving on like nothing ever happened between us."

I put my face in my hands, already not wanting to hear this since I knew where she was going at. I really didn't need this right now, and only that, I wasn't sure why she was doing this, because she never did before. It was all sudden, and besides, we had agreed from the day we rekindled our relationship that we would remain just friends and keep everything else on a professional level. I'm not understanding why she's all of a sudden on this BS right now.

"Sheila, I thought we already talked about this." I stressed, she shook her head and moved closer to me, and I took a step back, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"We might have talked about it, but it doesn't mean that I don't have feelings for you still." She tried to grab my hand but I pulled it away instantly, feeling irritated.

"Look, Sheila. What we had in the past, is in the past. Now, I just want the both of us to move on and just remain friends, like we talked about! I'm sorry how things ended the way they did between us, but I just don't feel the same way about you like I did a couple of years ago. Why can't you understand that I'm not interested? And why are you acting like this? You've never been this way before." I questioned, looking her in the eye, meaning every word that I said.

"Why are you lying? You're telling me that deep down, you don't have any feelings for me still? After all we've been through?" She said, sounding very hurt, and I could see the pain in her eyes. I kind of felt bad for hurting her feelings, but she wasn't getting the point. She kept pushing it and it was making me feel really nervous, especially since Michael was going to be here any second. Sheila just needed to leave, all together.

Now, I see why Cat didn't like her so much.

"I'm sorry." I told her, feeling slightly guilty, "But that's how I feel."

I looked up at the clock that was on the wall, seeing that it was getting a little late, which let me know that Michael was going to be coming through that door any minute.

"I'm sorry again, but, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." I said politely, despite me feeling irritated.

"I'm not leaving." She replied, and as soon as she said that, she grabbed my face and smashed her lips into mine. I froze, not kissing back by any means but feeling so stunned that I couldn't move. As her lips pressed onto mine, I heard the door open from behind me, and her lips stayed locked onto mine.

Sheila finally broke the kiss, looking over to who was at the door and cleared her throat. I turned around as well to see who it was, and my heart instantly shattered.

Shit.

"Hey, Michael." Sheila said, wiping the edge of her lip and plastered a smile on her face.

Hurt, was written all over Michael's face. He was holding roses, which were purple, in his hands, which made me even more guilty because were very hard to find, and it was also my favorite color. Also, he was holding a small purple gift bag in his hand. From where he was standing, I saw his eyes well up with tears but he gripped the end of the flowers tightly, fighting to hold them back. Words couldn't even describe how terrible I felt, and I started to curse at myself in my head. I should've known that was going to happen. Why didn't I tell her to leave from the get go? This all could've been easily avoided, but it wasn't, and I knew I was going to pay a huge price for that.

He cleared his throat, and put a fake smile on his face, slowly holding the roses behind his back like we haven't seen them already, "Am I interuptting something?" He asked.

I looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed as Sheila shook her head, "Absolutely not! I was actually just leaving."

She looked over at me, and gave a evil smirk, "I'll talk to you later." She said quietly to me, then walked to the door, and passed Michael walking out.

Yeah right, I thought. As she closed the door behind her, Michael and I stood there in silence. He then slowly put the roses, and the gift bag on the nearby table, then asked, "What was that all about?"

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say due to how guilty I felt. As I opened my mouth to speak, Michael said.

"Nevermind.." He trailed off after waiting for my answer for a awhile, "I'm gonna go and get ready for bed."

"I bought room service." I said stupidly, trying to lighten up the mood, knowing that it might not work, "And it's still early, you sure you don't wanna eat?"

He shook his head slowly, with a clear sad smile on his face, "You go ahead without me. I'm not really hungry." Michael excused, walking to the bathroom to do his night routine, and closed the door after him.

|8:00 am|

Michael didn't say a word to me the rest of the night. I tried to make conversations with him to lighten the mood, but he would only reply with short answers to brush me off. He was clearly upset, and looked very heartbroken, which I felt terrible about. I couldn't blame it, because it I was in the same situation, I'd be just as upset. I ruined everything, I constantly thought. How was I going to tell him how I feel now? He wasn't speaking to me, and there was no exuse to justify what happened. There was as no way he was going to believe that Sheila kissed me first, he was going to think that I was lying. Not only that, I was the one who wanted to talk everything out, just for him to walk in on that. He probably thought I just wanted to humiliate him for no apparent reason, which was not the case at all. I wanted to make it up to him the best way I could but I just didn't know how.

I went to bed shortly after Michael did, I had a little trouble sleeping, but I was able to fall completely asleep after a couple of minutes. I felt the sunshine from the window lay onto my eyes, which made them flutter a little bit and open. I covered my eyes from the window, and yawned, sitting up. When I looked to my right, I saw that Michael was no longer next to me. I looked up from the bed, and saw that his suitcases, and some of his clothes that were lying on the floor before, were gone. I furrowed my eyebrows confusingly, then looked down at the bed again, realizing there was a note, and the purple roses with the gift bag he had last night, was lying next to me. My face softened, and my heart automatically dropped.

Oh no, I said repeatedly in my head, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.

I slowly picked up the note, and read Michael's messy handwriting. I smiled a bit at his hand writing but then my smile fell as I continued to read it.

" Dear P,

I apologize for cutting my trip so
short, I had gotten a call from Quincy who is working on my album with me, that there were some issues going on with some of the tracks that needed to be fixed and since he's kind of new with my studio at my house, I needed to hurry and attend to his aid quickly, just so anything doesn't get completely out of hand that it affects the release date of my album, I hope you understand. But, I had an amazing time with you in Switzerland. Your band and the rest of your team were so welcoming, and I want you to tell them that I thank them very much for that. I wish you luck on your show tonight, you're gonna do
amazing as always. With our busy schedules, I hope we get to see each other again soon. Also, I didn't really get to give this to you last night, but I had gotten some special things for you that I thought you might like. They should be next to this note.

From,

Mike."

After I read the note fully, I put it down and looked over at the gifts that laid next to me. I smiled small, picking up the purple roses, putting it up to my nose to breath in the heavenly smell. Then, I put those down and picked up the small gift bag. I took out the purple tissue paper, and reached inside, taking out the picture frame that was in the bag. When I took it out fully, I scanned the picture, and a huge smile slowly appeared onto my face, and my eyes started to well up with tears. It was a picture of us at the Zürich Lake that we had taken yesterday, and there was a little message at the bottom of the picture that said, "I love you"

Just like that, tears started rolling down my face and I sighed heavily. This was the sweetest gift that anyone has ever gave me by far. But, guilt was still rushing through my body at the same time. Even though he gave an explanation about why he left, I wasn't convinced that it was the true reason. It had to be about what happened between me and Sheila, I felt like if it never did happen, he would still be here with me right now. My heart was overwhelmed by his sweetness, but broken by his lack of presence, and how horrible I was feeling.

There was no way I was going to let this go down. If I had to travel all the way back to California, and apologize over a million times to make it up to him and finally tell him how I really felt, I was going to do it. The feelings I had for him were way too strong, and I wasn't going to let my fear, or anyone get in the way of that. There was no way I was going to waste anymore time.

He was going to know that I loved him.

|Thursday, May 21st, 1987|
|Santa Barbara County, California|
|Neverland Valley Ranch|
|4:50 pm|

Michael

I was so heartbroken I couldn't even put it into words. I felt like someone had just stomped on my soul as hard as they could, and shattered it into millions of pieces. It was very hard not to break down crying the whole plane ride, but I had successfully not dropped one tear when I finally made it home.

When I returned to Neverland, though, it was a completely different story. I let all of my emotions out, and I cried, and cried, and cried even more. I laid in the bed, practically all day, not having the energy to get up and be productive. I was so stupid, I thought. What was I even thinking? I should've known that Prince didn't feel the same way. I should've known that he only saw me as a friend, and that was it. I jumped into conclusions, like always, and got my heartbroken in the end, like I always did.

Why did love never work out for me? Was I not good enough? Did I not deserve it? I give everything that I have into someone, and they just go and shit on me, like I meant nothing to them, everytime. I should've known better, regardless. Even though I did save myself from humiliation, I swear, I'm never listening to my heart again. It was a huge mistake, and I've learned my lesson.

I couldn't stand to stay in Switzerland any longer. My heart was hurting, and I wasn't strong enough to pretend that I was okay in front of him. I made, which I hope, was a good enough excuse to leave in the note I left him, so I hope he wouldn't be too mad at me for leaving, but I just needed to get home, and pull myself together. Mentally, and physically.

I was currently in the living room, watching random cartoons that were on TV. All of my energy was completely drained to the core, my eyes were blood shot red, I still remained in my pajamas and my hair was in a messy low bun.

As I continued to watch the TV, I heard a knock on the door. I slightly raised my eyebrow, and carefully turned around to look at the door.

There were gates to Neverland, and as far as I knew, there was no one at the Ranch but me. So who was at the door?

Maybe it was one of my brothers or sisters, mother, a close friend, or even one of my security guards. They often come to my house to pick up their weekly earnings.

I sighed, getting up from the couch, not wanting to have any company right now. I took one last deep breath before I opened the door fully, and I slightly gasped at who standing at the door.

It was Prince. His curly, medium length hair was freely lose on his shoulders. He was wearing a black and white, polka dot button up with tight, black slacks, along with black shoes that had low heels attached to them. He was holding red roses in his hand, and a small smile slowly spread across his face.

He looked extremely handsome, I thought. My broken heart, began to pick up it's pace at beating normally, but a litter faster than it should, as I looked at him stunned. I slowly snapped out of it, then furrowed my eyebrows, feeling very confused.

"Prince.." I said feeling speechless, then looked out behind him. There wasn't a car or anything, and I wondered how he even got here in the first place. Not only that, he had back to back shows over seas. How was he able to get here?

Then I looked down at the roses, and I started to get a little nervous. Why was he holding roses?

I looked back up at him, and our eyes clicked, not leaving each other, then I shakily said, "What are you doing here?" I nervously asked.

He then walked towards me, making his way into the house, causing me to step back. Then, he roughly slammed the door shut with his foot, and placed the roses down at the nearby table that was next to the door.

"Doing something that I've should've done a long time ago." He said, walking towards me, then closed all the space between us. I could feel his breath on my lips, and we stared into each other's eyes for a couple more seconds, before he grabbed my face, and smashed his lips into mine.

My eyes widened, feeling extremely stunned by the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me even closer as he continued to kiss me. I was hesitant to kiss back, but then all of a sudden, I felt my heart slowly piece back all together from the break it had earlier, and a rush of happiness went through my blood, and a gravitational pull connected between us, making me fall into the kiss, closing my eyes and kissing him back.

The kiss went from innocent, then suddenly began to get heated. His tongue slid against my lip, asking for an entrance and I instantly let him in. Our lips danced lovingly together as we slowly walked back to the couch, and fell onto it. His kisses then started to trail from my cheek, onto my neck while he was on top of me. He placed one last kiss on my neck, then lifted his head to look into my eyes.

"Should we stop?" He asked me, sounding a little concerned if I wanted to keep going or not, but his eyes obviously said something completely different.

I slowly shook my head, and caressed the side of his face, admiring his beauty. I pecked his lips softly and said, "Keep going."

He smiled softly, and our lips intertwined once again, and the rest of the day consisted of an undescribable love.

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Authors Note
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know not a lot of you didn't see my revised prolouge, but out of respect for Michael and Prince, and since I do have certain limits as a writer, I will not be writing sexual content for this story. I explained why a little bit more in the prolouge, but I hope you all understand :) Also, happy birthday, Prince! I miss you so much and I hope you have the best 62nd birthday up there. You're in a much better place, especially since the world isn't at it's best right now. That also brings me to another point, everyone, please vote! We can no longer let this fool sit in office after everything he has done. All the protests, the justice we have fought really hard to get for George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and so many others, and not only them, for ourselves all leads up to this moment! This year has been horrible so far, so let's make this one thing come out of it, and let's get him out of office!