A/N : eighth chapter is now published ! wow ! :))) hope you'll like it !

Michael
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I couldn't stop pacing around the house, biting my nails, mumbling inconsistent sentences to myself and running my hands through my hair. I kept on checking if they entered the house, but each time, they didn't.

I've been waiting that way for almost an hour, and I couldn't help myself. The thought of having Blanche and myself in the same house was nervewrecking. I was apprehending her reaction.

Was she going to yell at me ? Or maybe ignore me ? Was she going to act as if nothing never happened ? That would be quite weird...

"Stop that, Michael," Mother told me from the kitchen, watching me kick my foot in the air. I looked at her and blushed, deciding that it was best to sit down on the couch and wait for the sound of the door opening.

"You okay, son ?" Joseph asked me while he was seating on what we called "his couch". He was the only one sitting on it. It felt wrong for anybody else to do so. 

I nodded and crossed my legs, turning my attention to the TV screen. "You look nervous," he said and I puffed.

"Obviously," I rolled my eyes and Joseph gave me a disapproval glare. I shut my mouth and an awkward silence stood between the two of us.

"I'm sure you and Blanche will work it out, eventually." my father said without looking at me.

I stared at him with surprise.

I didn't see that coming. I knew my father liked Blanche, but I never thought he would tell me such hopeful things. I smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Joseph," I thanked him. I really wanted to say 'Dad' but I didn't want to irritate him. My father hated when his kids called him 'Dad' ; it was always 'Joseph'.

I often talked about my relationship with my father to Blanche. She was the only person I could say every secrets and thoughts to.

I loved our relationship because of that. She was a great listener. She would stop whatever she was doing, even if it was really important, and she would listen to me when she noticed there was something wrong with me.

I'll always love her for that.

~

"Michael," I heard her calling my name and I turned in bed so we were facing. "What's wrong ?" she asked with worry and I smiled slightly.

How could this woman know that I wasn't okay when facing my back ?

"I... I talked to my mother earlier," I started, looking in her beautiful eyes. They were perfect. Just like her entire being.

Blanche nodded and stroked my bare arm softly. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a breathtaking way, and I knew she was listening to me very carefully.

"She told me that ... that my father cheated on her," I sighed, looking down. Blanche gasped but continued to stroke my arm. "Honestly... I wasn't surprised. I'm just concerned about her." I said, looking back at her peaceful eyes. She nodded again. "We keep telling her to divorce him but she won't."

"Why not ?" Blanche asked innocently and I moved my body so I was even closer to her. Our noses were touching and we could feel each other's heart beats.

"It's against the Jehovah's witnesses laws." I explained. She looked down and opened her mouth in an "o".

At that time, I was still a Jehovah's witness, but Blanche wasn't. She didn't know our rules but was always interested when I talked to her about them.

"I mean... I can understand that she doesn't want to break the rules... But it hurts her." I said, sighing as I traced my fingers on her collarbone. Blanche shivered slightly at my cold touch but I covered her a little bit more with the sheets. "I'll do anything to make my mother happy."

"That's really sweet, Michael," Blanche whispered as she closed her eyes tiredly. She hugged my chest and burried her face in the crook of my neck. I kissed her cheek softly and stroked her hair. "I'm so happy your mother has got someone like you. You're an amazing person, Michael," she said in my ear softly and my heart melted. 

How I loved this girl.

I hugged her tighter and breathed in her scent.

"Thank you," I thanked her, my voice muffled by her thick hair and she giggled. "I love you so much, Blanche, you can't even imagine." I winced. 

"I love you, too, Michael," she replied, her voice quiet.

She was drifting off to sleep.

I continued to stroke her side softly, feeling her body move up and down against me because of her breathing.

I smiled to myself, grateful that I had her in my life.

Surprisingly, when I thought she had fallen asleep, her voice sounded again.

"So, that means you'll never divorce me," she mumbled shyly, and I stayed silence for a few seconds.

Then, I moved back from her to have a better look at her face. The moonlight was illuminating her features. Her cheeks were a shape of red, her lips apart, grasped by her teeth. Her eyes were looking at me with apprehension, a few curls hiding them.

I lifted my fingers and pulled back the hair in front of her face, looking intensely at her.

"I'll never do that," I replied softly, and I could sense she relaxed against my chest.

We talked a lot about marriage, children. Not that we were ready but we just knew we would be together for the rest of our lives. She was obviously my future wife, and future mother of my children. Obviously.

"Good," she smiled, reaching to touch my cheek. She caressed it softly with her hand and I leaned over her touch, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. "I wouldn't bear the fact of you and I being apart." she said and I opened my eyes to see her reaction.

I saw the insecurity in her eyes and the sight was eating me alive. I hated to see her like that. I wanted her to be confident over herself.

"You're, the most, beautiful, woman, I've ever, known." I whispered, kissing her left cheek, right cheek, chin, nose, forehead and lips each time.

When our lips touched, she breathed through her nose and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips moved in synchronization and I held the back of her head not to let her go.

The kiss became more and more heated, and I soon climbed on top of her, lifting my weight with my elbows on each side of her face.

She moaned against my mouth and I started to kiss her neck sensually. She started to roam her hands over my body and I had to stop. She couldn't keep on doing that without getting me too... excited...

"I love you, Blanche," I said, panting from the make out session. Our noses were touching and I could feel her fast and messy breathing against my face.

"I love you too," she told me, locking our lips again.

"Michael !" I jumped and opened my eyes, seeing Janet in front of me, her hands on her hips. She looked at me with disappointed eyes. Then, I realized that-

"You're back," I breathed, running my hands in my hair. She nodded.

"Blanche's there," she reminded me and left me in the living room. I heard voices in the hall.

Blanche's voice.

Blanche
~

The greetings with Michael's family were weird. I didn't know if I had to be excited to see them, or keep my distance.

Honestly, I felt like doing both.

"We're happy you're back in the family, Blanche !" Tito exclaimed as he hugged me and I chuckled nervously.

They probably thought I accepted to come there to forgive Michael.

That was not happening. Not yet.

"I'm happy to see you, too," I told him and blushed awkwardly.

Behind his shoulder, I saw Katherine Jackson. She looked at me with her usual motherly smile and I smiled sadly yet contently at her.

I loved her.

"Hello, Katherine," I greeted her, using her name. I wasn't used to do that as I always called her "Mother". She treated me like her own daughter and wanted me to call her like that, which I didn't mind.

Now, I couldn't use that nickname again...

"Oh, Blanche," she cooed and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back and closed my eyes.

She acted like a mother with me when mine wasn't there to comfort me and listen to me.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in my ear and I felt like crying but I tried to hold my tears.

That was hard.

When she let me go, I continued to greet everyone politely.

Michael wasn't there, yet.

I didn't know if I felt relieved or disappointed by that.

I didn't know if I wanted to run in his arms or slap him right on the face.

"Uhm, I think it's time to go in your room," Janet said nervously as she came out of the living room. She took my suitcase and led me to my room. "We always have a spare one. I guess it's yours, now." she smiled at me as we climbed the stairs.

I gave her a thankful look and entered the room.

"Is it okay ?" she asked as she layed the suitcase on the floor.

"Of course !" I exclaimed, looking around.

The walls were painted in a light beige color and there were huge windows that let the sunlight illuminate the room.

"It's beautiful," I breathed.

Janet smiled at me and decided to leave me alone for some times.

I opened my suitcase and searched for clean clothes to wear.

When I found a white T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans that didn't smell so bad, I changed and tied my hair in a ponytail. I was used to do that with my hair.

Then, I figured that taking a small nap could be a great idea and I lied on the bed, closing my eyes.

This day has already been exhausting and it has only started.

~

When I woke up from my nap, I looked at the clock next to me and yawned quietly.

I slept for an hour.

As I didn't want to worry everyone, I lifted my body from the bed and went downstairs.

The house was calm and quiet.

I could hear the TV turned on and the small wind that waved in California.

I turned my head to the side and noticed that the patio door was opened.

I headed to the patio and took a deep breath.

It felt good to be there, after all...

I sat on one of the deck chairs and relaxed, closing my eyes.

I could feel the sun shining against my skin.

Outside, it wasn't too warm nor cold. It was great.

"Mind if I join ?" I jumped and looked behind me.

Katherine was there. She chuckled when she saw the hand on my heart.

"Sure," I smiled, leaning back against the chair.

Katherine sat next to me and sighed contently.

"It's beautiful, isn't it ?" she asked and I nodded softly.

We both looked at the nature in front of us. Birds were flying and chirping. The trees were dancing in the rhythm of the wind. Their leaves were falling off to the ground in slow motion.

"It is," I breathed and closed my eyes.

A short silence created itself and I soon broke it when a question rushed to my mind.

"Why did you ask me to come here ?" I asked, my eyes still closed. When Katherine didn't answer, I continued. "Janet told me I was in danger. Why ?"

This time, I looked at Katherine and she seemed uncomfortable.

"It's best if Michael tells you all about that," she replied and looked at me.

I nodded slowly and decided to give up.

Obviously, she wasn't going to give the answer.

"Where is he ?" I asked softly, looking down at my hands. "I haven't seen him since Janet and I arrived."

"He's probably in his room." she said and smiled sadly. "He doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." she added and stared at me.

"Oh," I whispered.

He was the one who invited me there.

Wasn't he going to confront me, eventually ?

"Michael loves you, you know," Katherine broke the silence and looked at me hard in the eyes. "Even if you think otherwise, I know my son. He told me he still loves you."

I looked at her with surprise and swallowed hardly.

Katherine had always been a trustful person. And what she told me warmed my heart, really. But I still felt a glince of doubt.

Why did he break up with me if he still loved me ? That made no sense...

"But... why-"

"Why did he break up with you ?" she completed my question and I blushed. "He has a reason why. He will tell you ; I know he will." she sighed. "And, Blanche, you have every reason to be mad at him. But I know you love him, too." she looked at me and seemed to be waiting for me to agree.

"I do. I really do." I admitted and bit my lip anxiously.

"Don't you want to forgive him ?"

"Yeah..." I sighed. "But he broke my heart." I confessed and Katherine grimaced. "Twice." I said as tears blurred my vision.

Oh not again...

I lifted my hand and wiped my eyes carefully.

She gave me a puzzled look and I explained. "When he broke up with me. And when he married Lisa."

"Oh," she mumbled just like I did earlier. "He'll talk to you about that," she repeated and looked in the distance. "But, please, Blanche..." she started.

"Believe in his heart."

A/N : alright, Blanche and Michael are in the same damn house !!!! omggg and the flashback Michael had was so cute :)))
I hope you liked this chapter ! ;)) I love you all ! xx