June's point of view

I woke up alone and tired this morning. Michael wanted to talk last night, because he couldn't sleep, once again. We talk about lots of things, like his family, and how much they'll love me according to him. We also talk about the future, and how we imagine it, and I was surprised to see that, when Michael was talking about his future, he didn't say "I", but he always said "we". He wants to buy a house in New York for the both of us, so we can be close to my mom and my family. He also told me he wanted me to move with him at Neverland, when the tour is over. Honestly, it's a great idea, I'd love to move in with him. Neverland is such a wonderful place. Wherever you're from, when you set foot in here, it feels like home. Then he told me about children, and how much he can be himself when he's around them. Considering he didn't have a proper childhood, he told me that having children around him is a way for him to have the childhood he missed because of Jospeh, his dad. I remember the first time we talked to each other, Michael told me about how his dad was with him and his brothers, how rough he was with them. Last night, he explained that he has forgiven him through the years, that thanks to him, he is the one he is today. He is such a sweetheart... 
I decided to get out from bed at ten, and to have breakfast in front of TV. I made my way to the kitchen, and grabbed some milk and cornflakes. As I sat at the kitchen counter, I noticed a little note on it wich read: 

"June, 
I'll be back around noon if everything's going fine. I didn't want to wake you up this morning, I didn't want to interrupt this sexy snoring of yours...
I'm crazy for you.
Love, 
Mikey"

I couldn't help it and slightly laughed. Me? Snoring? Nerver! This is the kind of thing that light up your day. I couldn't stop myself from smiling, I have the sweetest boyfriend ever, seriously. 

I decided to eat my breakfast in the livingroom. I turned the TV on, and put a news channel on. I couldn't understand a word the journaslit was saying, since I heard "Michael Jackson". The journalist was visibly in front of the stadium where, I suppose, Michael was rehearsing. There was a lot of reporters and fans waiting for him to show up. I hope he won't get hurt again. Some of his fans are really hysterical. 

I finished my breakfast around 10:30 am, and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and took a hot shower. When I was done, I put some nude make up and curled my hair a little. I don't do this very often because it takes time, but when I have time, I love to curl my hair. Then, I chose some black skinny jeans and a V-neck white blouse and put a wool carigan on top of it. As I had time left, I decided to go out and buy some groceries to make lunch for Michael. I put on a brown and white scarf and my aviators, took my purse and get out of the room. To my surprise, I noticed Pit, one of Michael's bodyguard, waiting at the door. 

"Hey Pit, what are you doing here?" I asked, greeting him by a friendly hug. 

"Morning June. Michael asked me to be there in case you needed something. Where are you going?" He gently asked. 

"To the grocery store. Do you know where I can find one?" 

"Yup, there is one just down the street. I'll come with you" He said, walking by my side. 

"Sure" I said with  a smile. Pit is such a kind man, and I think Michael consider him as a friend. They have worked together for almost two years. 

"What are you planning to cook?" He asked, as we arrived outside the hotel. 

"Lasagnas. I loooove lasagnas." 

"You know how to cook that? Shit, Michael's a lucky guy!" He said, laughing.

"Wanna join us for lunch?" I asked, looking up at him. 

"Oh, um. No, thank you. I'd love to, but I'll let you guys alone."

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

"I'm positive. But thank you for asking." He politely refused with a smile. 

We arrived at the grocery store a couple of minutes later. I took what I needed for the lasagnas, and buy Michael some candies. As I was taking the candies, I heard Pit's laugh behind me. 

"What?" I asked him, turning to face him. 

"You sure know how to please Michael" He said. 

"I do!" I told him, laughing. 

Ten minutes later, we were leaving the store. Pit took the bags, and we returned back at the hotel. As we approched the hotel, we noticed that there were a lot of people in front of it: fans chanting Michael's name, paparazzis, journaslits. 

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Michael's point of view

Rehearsals are finally over, and it's 11:30. To be honest, I'm very tired right now. We didn't sleep that much last night, I couldn't sleep until two in the morning, and June stayed up with me. She's such an amazing girlfriend. I don't think I could dream better. I've been very anxious these past few days, but I don't know why. I mean, yes, I'm a little anxious about meeting my new manager this afternoon, but I feel a little bit homesick too. I really want to come back home and introduce June to my family. I'm afraid June won't love them, and I'm worried about Joseph's reaction towards her. He never really wanted us to be invovled in a relationship. He just wanted us to have one-night stands to relax or something, but this is not what I'm interested in. 
When we reached the hotel room, there were plenty of fans and paps outside. Bill came out of the car, and opened the door for me, and guided me to the hotel. I waved at the crowd and told my fans I loved them before reaching June and I's room. Pit was still standing outside the door, like I asked him to. 

"Is June up?" I soflty asked him. 

"Yup, she is!" He answered, giving me a smile. 

"Thank you for staying here, man. I appreciate."

"Anything, boss." He said, winking at me. 

I enterred the room, and a delicious smell invaded my nostrils. I threw my leather jacket on a chair, and called June's name. 

"Over here, in the kitchen!" She called. 

"Hey baby, smells good over here!" I said, coming in the kitchen.

"Hope it tastes as good as it smells, then" She smiled and walked to me. "How are you?" She asked, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

"I'm fine." I lied. "You look beautiful with those curls" I said, carressing her hair.

"Thanks, honey. Can I have my morning kiss now?" She asked with a wide smile.

I didn't answer, and kissed her passionately, pulling her closer to me by her waist. "Morning" I said on her lips with a light smile. 

*

These lasagnas were delicious. I didn't know June could cook that well! After we cleaned the table, we went oustide, on the terrace, and sat on the couch. 

"Carson should be here in about two hours, now." I declared, resting my head on June's shoulder. 

"What are we doing here, then? You should take a nap, honey. You look exhausted."

"I want to spend time with you" I said, rubbing the top of her hand. 

"We had lunch together, and we will after Carson's gone and after tonight's show, ok?" 

"Fine." I said, returning inside the room. "Come with me?"

"Of course" She said with a large smile.

I took my shirt off and laid on the bed, where June followed. She placed her head on my chest, and rested her right hand on my stomach. 

"You're not forced to stay with me, you know. You can hang out with Karen and Sheryl if you want to" I said, caressing her hair. 

"There's no place I'd rather be. Now close your eyes and try to get some sleep" She soflty said, looking up at me. 

I placed a gentle kiss on June's forehead, and closed my eyes.

"I love you" I whispered.

"And I love you" 

*

June's point of view

Michael is still sleeping, and I'm happy about this. I'm happy when he's peacefully sleeping. My poor baby really need to rest. This tour is going to kill him, he works very hard on it. Even too hard, actually. I know he is a perfectionist, and after what we've been through those last couple of days, he has been a nervous wreck. I can feel he is anxious, and I'm a little bit sad he doesn't tell me about his worries. Well, I know he is anxious about meeting his new manager, but I can feel there's something else. Maybe he regrets something he told me last night, like me moving in with him. I don't know... I have no clue about what it can be, and I don't want to bother him with my worries, I'm sure I'm overreacting again. But my worries are about him, so maybe I should talk to him. Maybe he'll feel relieved after he talks to me about this? I hope so. But I'll wait, I don't want to have this kind of talk today, I don't want to make him feel more anxious than he already is, before his show. Speaking of my sweet sleepyhead... 

"Hey you" He said, turning to face me while openning his eyes.

"Hey sleepyhead, sleep well?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah, I really needed that nap" He yawned and looked at his watch. "Dang! Carson should be here soon!" He exclaimed, jumping out of the bed. "Do I look ok?" Michael asked me, adjusting his hair.

"Sexy" I said, biting my lower lip.

"Seriously, baby! Do I look fine?" He asked again, putting his shirt back on. 

"You hair is messy, but you look so darn fine..." I said, taking a good look at him.

He rolled his eyes playfully at me, and he went to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, he came back in the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. His hair was back in a perfect low ponytail. 

"Is that better?" He asked me, nervous.

"Nope" I said, making a popping soung with my mouth. 

"What? Why? What's wrong with me?"

"It would be better if you could be naked right now" I said, holding my laugh.

"Stop kidding! I'm so damn nervous..." He cursed. 

What the hell?

"Hum, yeah, clearly. Do you realize you just cursed?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah... I curse when I'm nervous."

"Well, that's something I didn't know!" I said with a smile.

"Why are you smiling? It's bad. I don't like to curse..." He said, looking at the floor.

"Who's bad?" I asked him, mimicking his voice.

He looked up at me, and literaly cracked up laughing. I laughed along with him.

"What?" I asked, still laughing. 

"I...wasn't... expecting... that!" He replied between laughs. 

"What about that?" I asked, before I tackled him on the bed, and began to kiss him. He kissed me back, and placed his hands on my waist, while mine were on the sides of his face. 

Sadly, we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I pecked Michael's lips one more time, and headed to the bathroom, while Michael opened the door. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror, and fixed my hair and make up. When I came back in the living room, Michael was stainding next to a short man dressed in a black suit. 

"What a beautiful creature you have here" John said, looking at me with a smile.

"Um, this is my girlfriend, June Wellington. She is also my personal translator. June meet John, my new manager" Michael said with a nervous smile on his lips. He really doesn't like when someone else calls me beautiful...

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Carson" I said, holding out my hand.

"My pleasure" he said, kissing my offering hand. Eww. 

"So, um. Let's have a little talk, shall we?" Michael asked John, showing him the terrace. 

Carson went outside, and Michael followed him a few seconds later, after telling me that he should talk to him alone at first, and that I could join them later. I nodded and kissed his lips and sat on the couch. I decided to keep on reading Beloved by Toni Morrison. I put my reading on hold since I'm on tour with Michael because I am pretty busy. I miss this, I really love to read. It's an escapism for me. 
However, I wasn't focus, and couldn't help but think about what they were talking about outside. I really hope this manager is not a freak like Frank was. Well, he didn't seem to bother Michael having a girlfriend, and this is a good thing. I have a good feeling about this John Carson!

 But does Michael have a good feeling about him?

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God, that chapter sucks, I know! I'll try to update as soon as possible this week, promise!
L.O.V.E
Julie, xx