Sierra's POV

I'M DONE! No more touring! I get to go home! I have enough money to retire right now! I'm 29 years old! I won't be doing any touring for quite a while. The plane lands in California.

Janet told me that Michael has a new home. She said he calls it Neverland. I remember the Neverland in Peter Pan so I'm excited to see his version of it.

A year after that terrible incident, Michael and I talked on the phone. I didn't explain what happened, I simply ask for us to remain best friends. He said I'm the closet friend he has ever had and that he won't let anything ruin that.

I hate to say that my heart still beats for him. I'll try and forget it. It should be easy when I see him with Lisa. Easy for my heart to let go, but hard for my eyes to see.

Janet greets me at the airport. She's jumping up and down in excitement. I run over to her and hug her.

"I've missed you so much!!"

She says, "I've missed you more!"

We separate. I pick up my bags and walk with Janet to the car. She says,

"What? No concert tomorrow? "

"No! No concert tomorrow. I'm home! "

We laugh. Halfway there, Janet says,

"Michael is performing at a fancy banquet for some celebrities. There's no real occasion. Just a very uptight fancy formal party. Oh, and Scot and Shanone are there too. For support."

I giggle. "What are they doing at one of those? I guess I'll have to stop by and say hello."

Janet says, "You want to go home and change first? "

I say, "Nope. These are the perfect clothes to crash a party."

Janet smiles.

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We arrive at the party. I'm wearing dark fit jeans and a black V-Neck shirt. I have on a brown leather jacket that goes down to my mid torso.

Janet has a dress on because she was planning on coming here anyway. We go inside. I whisper to Janet,

"Go ahead and go to Scot and Shanone. I'll meet you over there."

She nods. She walks casually to Scot and Shanone. They smile and greet her. I bend down so no one could see me. The place is dimly lit. I wait until I hear someone say,

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Michael Jackson. "

There was a calm clap. Scot, Shanone, and Janet clapped like they were crazed fans. Gosh I love them.

This crowd's energy is horrible. A bunch of stuck up celebs. He begins to sing One Day in Your Life. This is my favorite song. I hate that I'm about to mess up his performance.

I sneak over to one of the tables. They don't notice me. I cup my hands on the side of my mouth and yell,

"Take your shirt off!"

Michael looks confused as he continues to sing. I giggle and move to the next table. I do the same, but yell,

"I paid to see some nipples! "

People begin turning their heads to see who it is. Michael begins to recognize my voice. I smirk and move to the next table. I do the same but yell,

"Why are you wearing pants?!"

He tries his best to not laugh. He knows it's me, he just can't see me. I giggle and move to the next table. I can't believe he's still trying to sing. Scot and Shanone know it's me, but they can't find me either. They also can't stop laughing. Janet too.

I do the same and yell, "What kind of party is this?! "

I move to the last table before Janet's and say,

"Shake what ya mama gave ya!"

Michael burst out laughing. No one else seems to find it funny. What a bunch of tight asses. I join Janet's table.

"Hey guys. "

Scot and Shanone pull me into a tight embrace. I hug them back. They won't let go. I say,

"I can't... Breathe."

They let go of me. Scot says,

"Sorry. "

I was about to respond, but there was a tap on my shoulder. I turn around. It's Michael's security guard Bill. I smile innocently and ask,

"Is there a problem? "

I thought he was going to escort me out, but instead he smiles and says,

"I'm glad you're back."

I smile. We hug.

"I missed you, Bill."

"I missed you too. "

I turn back to talk to my friends. Bill taps me on the shoulder again. I turn around and say,

"Yeah?"

"I still have to escort you out."

I nod and say, "Yeah, I thought so."

I turn to my friends and say, "Everyone meet at Neverland. I still haven't seen it yet."

They nod and giggle as I'm escorted out.

Once outside, Bill says,

"I can bring you around back to backstage if you want."

I smile and say, "Thank you, Bill."

We walk around back. He lets me in and I stand near the buffet table, stuffing my face. I'm so hungry! Plane food is disgusting, no matter what they serve. I'm on my tenth mozzarella cheese stick when there's a tap on my shoulder. I turn around. It's Lisa. She looks at me disgusted. Probably because of the cheese sticks overflowing in my mouth.

I chew and chew until I can swallow it. I pick up a cup of water and take a sip. I brush my hands off and wipe my mouth with my hand. I say,

"Hello."

She says, "Hi. You're Sierra right?"

I nod. As if she didn't know. She says,

"I'm Lisa. I'm Michael's lover."

I almost choked on my water. I finish coughing and say,

"Um...I heard."

"Yeah, so what are you doing back? Don't you have a few years left?"

I shake my head. "I'm completely done. I'm here to stay. This is where my friends are. "

She nods. She looks pissed off. I wonder if she and Michael are having problems. That would be great... No Sierra. Don't think that. You want him to be happy, so let him.

She says sarcastically, "Oh goodie... "

Her rudeness is really surprising me. I take a bite of the cheese stick in my hand. She watches me eat it. There is defiantly something weird here. I just don't know what.

"Sierra!!"

I look over Lisa's shoulder. Michael!

I drop my water, splashing water over my shoes and Lisa's. I also drop the half eaten cheese stick. I run to Michael and jump in his arms. He's able to carry me. My legs are wrapped around his waist. But in an innocent way. He spins around.

I hug him tightly.

"I missed you so much, Mikey!"

He puts me down. "I missed you more than you miss me."

I smile. "No way, Mikey. I missed you way more."

He blushes and says, "Maybe."

I laugh. Michael looks over my shoulder. He says,

"What's wrong, sweetie? "

It's official. I'm only his best friend now. I turn and look at Lisa. She looks quite upset. She yells,

"I have water all over my shoes! "

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing. I have never seen someone act like that over water. Michael nudges me to get me to stop. He says,

"I can go get you some more shoes. "

She says sternly, "You do that!"

What the hell? Is this bitch trying to get cut.

Michael begins to walk away, but turns around and asks,

"Which ones would you like?"

"Just get me some shoes! "

He nods and runs to his dressing room. I hold in my anger. I'm not going to interfere....yet. She is not going to talk to him like he's her servant. No way in hell!