When I arrived in front of my place, I saw a georgous black Mercedes parked where I use to park my car. It pissed me off. This parking spot is reserved for me, and it's written. This guy got to be kidding me... As a consequence, I had to park my car away from my home. I was in a good mood before, but now I'm just angry. 

When I got down the stairs of my flat, I saw a man, standing at my door. When I rode the stairs, I recognized Michael. He had his sunglasses on with a surgical black mask. He took the bags from my hands. 

"M-Michael ? What the hell are you doing here ?"

"I came to say that I miss you too", he said hugging me tightly. 

"But, w-what about the tour? Aren't you busy right now ?" I asked, a little bit confused. "Come in, you have things to explain to me."

We came in my appartment. Michael put the bags in the kitchen, removed his jacket and his surgical mask and sat on the couch next to me.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked me.

"Of course I am! Like I told you before, I missed you... Very much." I added. "But tell me, why are you here?"

"I told you, I just missed you. My tour through american countries is now over. I have a two weeks break now. I thought we could spend these days together. You know, to catch up."

" I'd love to, but I leave for Paris in two days..." 

"Aw, that's great ! This is where I'll begin my tour after my break. Maybe we could meet there!"

"I'll be gone already...", I said with sadness in my voice. 

Michael seemed sad too. It broke my heart. 

"I guess I have to enjoy these two days with you, then..."

"Would you come at my place with me ?"

"You mean... Neverland ? In California ? With you ?" I was confused. Is this a joke ?

He laughed and took his sunglasses off.

"Yes, June. In Neverland, California with me. I want to take you there."

"But what about Paris? It's not a solution..."

"I'll take care of this. I'll reimburse you for your plan ticket." he smiled with this wonderful smile he has.

"No Michael, I can't accept... It's too expensive..."

He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. I can't resist these eyes... 

"I hate you..." I said, half smiling. "I can't resist these eyes..."

"What eyes?" he said, giggling. 

"You know what I mean!"

"So... Is it a yes?" he asked me. He looked excited. How cute he is... 

"Umm... I don't know. It embarasses me, really..."

"Do it for me..."

I gave him a "Are you serious right now?" look, which made him laugh. 

"Yes, I'm serious", he said. Like he knew what I was thinking...

"FINE ! Ok ! I'll come with you..."

"YAY!"

I laughed. Like really laughed. He looked like a little child... 

"And when do we leave exactly?"

"When you're ready to go. I assume you have to pack your stuff?"

"Nop, it's already done, considering I should have left for Paris in two days," I smiled. "But I want to tell my parents before we leave, is this ok with you ?"

"Yeah, go ahead, tell them. I'll be waiting here."

"Don't you want to come with me? My dad would be glad to meet you..."

"Well, I'll be very glad to meet him too"

"Let's go, then!"

We walked out the door and went to my parents' house. Two minutes later, we were there. When my mom opened the door, she was surprised to see Michael again. 

"Oh, it's you again darl-" she stopped when she saw Michael coming behind me. "Michael? What are you doing here?"

"Hello Mrs. Wellington. How are you doing?"

"Please call me Michelle, Michael. Come on in!"

We came in, and my dad came in the living room where we were standing.

"I thought I heard the voice of my little girl over h-..." he stopped talking too when he saw Michael. "Um, wow. Hello there."

"Hello, mister Wellington. It's a pleasure to meet you", said Michael with a shy smile on his face. Is he nervous ?

"Mister Jackson", said my father, shaking hands with Michael. "My daughter told me a lot about you".

"Oh, really? Nice things I hope", he said, looking down to me with a smile. God, I could feel myself blushing... Thank you, dad... 

"Of course", said my dad, smiling to me. 

"Anyway, I came here to tell you that I leave sooner than expected."

Michael and I sat on the couch, in front of my parents. 

"Why?" Asked my mother.

"Well, Michael has a two weeks break before his European Tour, and he invited me to Neverland."

"What about Paris?" asked a concerned dad. 

"I'll take her to Paris with me. This is my first European show", said Michael, visibly nervous. 

My mom and dad stared at each other, giving each other a "What's going on?" look. 

"Well, sounds great !" said my mom. "Keep in touch with us..."

"You know I will, mom. I already promised dad I will earlier."

It found strange that my dad did not say something awkward. I certainly takes my awkwardness after him... He asked me earlier if I was in love with Michael, and I did not answer very clearly. It's not that I am in love with him, it's just that I don't know. I hope my father won't take my answer for a "yes"...

"So, where do you live, Michael ?" asked my mother while I was in the kitchen to grab something to drink for me and Michael. When I turned my head, I saw my father enterring the kitchen. 

"He is a sweet guy, June." declared my father, putting his palm on my shoulder.

"I know he is, dad..." I said, looking at Michael talking to my mother by the little window in the kitchen which gives onto the living room.

"You could fall for him, you know sweetheart..."

"I could, but it does not mean I will, dad."

"He doesn't have the easiest life, but I'm sure he'll make you happy: as a friend, or as your lover."

My dad made a point here. It's true Michael doesn't have the easiest life, but he has a lot of love to give. He is sweet, caring, touching, and he listens when you need to talk. He is probably what every single woman is searching for, me included. It's just that I don't want to be hurt again. I suffered a lot through my lovelife, and I think I'm afraid to fall in love again. 

"Thank you, dad. It means a lot to me..."

I came back in the living room with two teas. I know Michael likes tea. 

"How did you know I like tea?" Michael said, smiling at me.

"I know you, that's all", I said, smiling back to him. 

"Awwwwww" said my mom, smiling ear to ear. 

I looked at Michael. He was blushing, just like me... Thanks mom...

"We heard about you for years too", said my dad.

DAD, NO ! Oh my God, please someone kill me right now... 

"I'm curious to ask what did you hear about me? please tell me you don't read tabl-..."

"Tabloids?" Asked my dad. "No, we don't read this shit."

"Antoine!" my mom yelled. "Your language!"

"Sorry, Michael". groaned my father.

"No, don't apologize. You're totally right. Tabloids are nothing but shit."

"What Antoine meant, is that-..."

"Oh God, it's already 3pm! We should go, don't you think, Michael ?"

"My tea is not done yet, and yours neither. And you cut your mom in the middle of her sentence, I'm sure it's gonna be a fun story..." Michael looked at me with this smile he does when he knows I'm embarassed. "Go ahead, Mrs W- Michelle, I mean." he continued. 

"I was just saying that we heard about you through June over here, who's currently hiding her face in her hands."

"Mom please, don't..." I said, still hiding myself. "I'll tell him later..."

"Ok, I'm curious now! What is it? Tell me, don't be afraid. I've been through worse, I'm sure about it."

"It's just... Oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you that... I used to have a doll which looks like you..."

"Aaaaaaaaand..." said my dad. 

"And I used to sleep with it. It was kind of my... my cuddly toy..." I marked a pause, and looked at Michael. "Don't you dare laughing at me, Michael Joe Jackson..."

He looked at me with a smile, "I won't... not now. But, can I see it?"

"Why? It's horrible!"

"Well, thank you, it's supposed to look like me..."

"No, this is not what I mean, you're gorgeo-..."

"What, sweetheart? We didn't hear the end of your sentence."

I'm gonna kill my parents. Why are they doing this to me ?

"I was just saying that Michael is gogeous compared to this... thing."

"That's what I wanted to hear. It's ok if you don't want to show it, really." he smiled at me.

"Come with me", I said to him. 

We went upstairs, and came in my childhood bedroom. Nothing has changed... Which means that this dolls should be in this drawer. I opened it, and there it was. I handed the doll to Michael, and he laughed. 

"Please tell me I don't look like this at all..."

"Of course not !"

"Oh yeah, right. I'm gorgeous according to you..." he smiled at me, and sgtared at me right in the eyes. 

"You're trying to embarass me, but you won't succeed. I said you are gorgeous and I mean it. Honnestly." I looked at Michael and he was blushing. "Ahah !!! Who's embarassed now ?" 

Michael suddenly tickled me. How does he even know I am ticklish ? I know he is, but how can he knows that?
He stopped after a few time, and looked at me.

"Stop embarassing me, or..."

"I know you're extremely ticklish too, Michael. Don't play this game with me..." I winked at him, and smiled. "Let's go downstairs, shall we?"

When we came back downstairs, I surprised my parents listenning to us. Snoopers !

After that, we decided to go back to my place. I kissed my parents goodbye, and left. It was kind of heartbreaking to let my parents there, but I had to.