Neverland, Los Olivos, CA.
10/21/1987

June's point of view

Well, we just arrived at Neverland. I missed this place like crazy while we were on tour. This is my favourite place in the whole world, even if paparazzis look like they're campiing in front of the gates. I don't even know how in the world it is possible for me to be still this anonymous girl who hang out with Michael Jackson. Anyway, Michael has an interview for the NBC this afternoon, he should be gone in an hour. Michael doesn't like interviews at all, but right now, after what happened between him and his father, I don't think anything can bother him. It's like he's living on a cloud or something. I like to see him like this, you know, all happy and everything. These days he has been so nervous, he really needs to feel good again. I'm so happy for what Joseph said. Michael kept thanking me in the car because he said it was because of me Joseph opened up. If he is actually right, I didn't mean to do such a thing, but I'm glad I did, really. Michael used to envy the relationship I had with my father, and he told me how much he would like to have the same relationship with his own father. Well, maybe he will, after all. It's never too late to make things right, and Joseph understood this.

Earlier, Michael asked me if I was ready to make my appearance in magazines, and to be honest, I can't wait. I can't wait to show this entire world how much I love Michael Jackson. I'm tired of hiding, and I really want us to be as normal as we can, considering we couldn't exactly be a fully normal couple. He didn't tell me when he's planning to introduce me to the world though. Speaking of Michael, he just sat next to me on the bench in front of the main house, a large grin on his face.

"What is this face?" I asked him, smiling.

"I'm happy" he simply answered, taking my hand. "Are you?"

"More than happy" I sincerely said, resting my head in his shoulder.

"You want to come with me at the interview?" He asked, resting his head on mine.

"Want me translate what the interviewer says?" I teased him.

"Ah-ah-ah, that's not funny, girl."

"Oh, Funny Girl! This is my favourite musical. I saw it in Broadway a few years ago! Barbra Streisand is so good." I excitedly said, facing Michael who was laughing at me. "What?" I asked, punching his arm playfully.

"I love when you're excited about something. You're cute." He admitted. "I met Barbra a few years back. She's such a charming person"

"You did? You're such a lucky one, Mikey." I said in awe.

"I'm not the one who's dating Michael Jackson, you know." He joked, which made me laugh.

"Yeah, right." I admitted, before I gave him a sweet kiss on his soft lips.

"You're aware those paparazzis in front of the Ranch probably see us, right?" He whispered on my lips.

"Mmmmh, so what?" I asked, removing a curl front his eyes.

"So you're ready?" He asked, while a large smile appaeared on his face.

"I am." I whispered on his lips before giving him another kiss, but he quickly pulled back.

"You're sure? I don't want to p--" I cut him off and gave him a more passionate kiss. I gently bit his lower lip and pulled back.

"I'm positive, Michael." I said with a large smile, inches from his mouth. He smiled as well, and leant down to kiss me, but I stopped him, putting my index finger on his mouth. "I need to change for the interview now." I said, before leaving him here. I slightly laugh at the sight of him pouting his lips while watching me leave. Damn, why am I turned on, now?

Seriously, I have so much clothes in here, I don't even know what to wear. The sun is really hot today, so I guess I can put some sundress on, right? I picked up a white strapless chiffon fabric dress with a V-neck cleavage. Perfect, I told myself. I went to the bathroom and stripped from my clothes and changed Janet's blue bra and panties with white ones. I returned in the bedroom, and put my sundress on.

"Need a hand to zip it?" I heard Michael behind me. I turned over to look at him, and saw a half smile on his face. This man knows exactly when and where to be here.

"Would be appreciated,  yeah" I answered back, pulling my hair on one side. Here we are again, I can feel this wave of desire in me as I think about his hands on my body. That's pretty incredible the effect he has on me, and more precisely how he makes me feel down there...

Seconds later, Michael was behind me, zipping my dress. He placed like a hundred kisses on my neck in the process, so I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to focus on something else than the kisses he placed on my neck and shoulder, but when he pulled me closer to him by behind, I couldn't hold on anymore and let out Michael's name, moaning, louder than expected. His large and strong hands around my waist is the best feeling ever.

"We should go, you know."

"Yeah, we should" Michael whispered in my ear. "You can leave if you want to" he said, biting the lobe of my ear.

"I-I don't." I stuttered. "But we have to go..."

Michael turned me over so I can face him, and smirked at me. "And I have to do that before we go." He slowly and gently pushed me on the nearest wall, and pressed himself on me, so I could feel every inches of his body on mine, and gave me a passionate tongue laced kiss. I could feel Michael's hand exploring my thighs under my dress. He lifted one of my leg which he rested on his hip. His lips never left mine. I let out a soft moan once again; I really wanted him right now and there, and I can say he wanted me to. Wait a minute... We're a little bit in a rush right now, right? We don't have time for this, right? Just as Michael said before we leave for Encino. I pulled back from the kiss, and catch my breath a little.

"We don't have time for this" I said, mimicking his voice, and heading to the bathroom.

"What? Tell me you're not serious!" Michael shouted, which made me laugh.

"Meet my revenge, Mikey." I answered, laughing my heart out.

"I swear I'm going to--" Michael began, but he was cut off by the doorbell. He shook his head playfully at me, and headed to the door, while I fixed my hair and make up in the bathroom. I put some red lipstick and a little bit of eyeliner on, and brushed my hair. Good, I said to myself. I went downstairs and met Carson there. I waved at him, and as always, he looked at me from head to toes. Guess it became an habit...

I took a quick look at Michael with a smirk, which made him slightly laugh.

"So, are we ready to go?" Carson asked, clapping his hands together.

"I guess we are" Michael answered.

*
Michael's point of view

"Well, it's a real pleasure to have you here, live on NBC, Mr Jackson." The interviewer began. "How is the tour going?"

"It's going well. I'm on a three weeks break, and then I go to Japan." I declared, smiling.

"What is the best part in touring, for you?" He asked.

"The fans. Definitely the fans. It's great to meet them, they give me so much love and support, you can't even imagine." I said, slightly laughing.

"Everywhere you go, you're followed by hundred of fans chanting your name, so I guess I have an idea." The interviewer laughed and marked a pause. "Do you read tabloids?"

"No I don't. It's nothing but garbage."

"How do you feel about what's written about you in those magazines? Does it hurt you?"

"Um, I'm going to answer that one." Said Carson next to me. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, it hurts. It hurts me, so if it hurts me, I know it hurts Michael. And it hurts to know that there are people out there who actually believe this garbage about him." He marked a pause and sighed. "Those people live just to break people. They confiscate lies. People shouldn't believe this stuff just because it's written in a magazine."

Amen to that one.

The interviewer nodded and looked down at his paper in his hands. "What about women? You said in a previous interview that you were in love. Is that still the case, Mr Jackson?"

"Yes, it is still the case." I said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Who's the lucky one?" Asked the interviewer, smiling.

"Her name's June, and she's right over there" I said, pointing June with my index. Her eyes widened and she was blushing hard, but waved at the camera with a shy smile on her face. I should have told her that I planned this.

"Please come here, miss. Take a seat with us!" The interviewer exclaimed with a large smile. June shyly came over us, and took a seat right next to me. I gave her a warm smile to reassure her, and she smiled back at me. "So, how long have you both been dating? You've been really discreet!" The interviewer laughed.

"It been three months." I said, turning my head from June to the interviewer.

"Tell us about you, miss. Where are you from? Why do you do for a living?" The interviewer asked June.

"Well, my name's June Wellington. I'm from New York, and I work as a translator." She simply said with a smile.

"How do you feel about facing Mr Jackson's fans?" He asked.

I was about to say that this is none of his buisness but June spoke.

"I've been a fan of Michael since I was five, and his fans have been like a second family for me, I know them and I love them." She softly answered.
I couldn't have said better.

"What about the press? Are you ready to face the paparazzis and what they'll say about you? Because they'll talk about you for sure."

"I'm aware of this, and honestly I don't care. They can say whatever they want."

I nodded my head, smiling. She has the perfect words.

The interviewer asked me some other questions then, and I could feel June relaxing minute by minute. She would make some joke, as she always does, but nothing too personal. I didn't even had to say that to her, not to talk about our private life, I mean. She sure knows I need my privacy. Our privacy.

"Well, it's time for us to go off air. Maybe you guys could end up this interview by a little kiss?" The interviewer asked, winking at us.

"You know I'm shy, and June here is as shy as I am..." I said, blushing.

"Come on, I'm sure your fans will appreciate it!" He insisted.

I took a quick look at June and shyly smiled at her. She's so beautiful, I said to myself. How can I resist her? I leant down, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. I pulled back a few seconds later. I can't believe I just did this, honestly. John was clapping his hands next to us, which made June, the interviewer and I giggle.

"So much love in here!" The interviewer exclaimed to the camera. "I'll see you guys next week with the wonderful Whitney Houston. Have a good day." He said, winking at the camera.

The red light above our head went off, which indicated that we were off air. I took a look at June, and smiled at her.

"You were great" I whispered.

"I'll kill you, Jackson." She said, shaking her head. I laughed and stood up from the couch we were sat on. I held out my hand to June and she took it, and stood up as well.

"Wow. Thank you, Mr Jackson. This was a great interview." The interviewer said, shaking my hand.

"You're welcome." I said, letting go of his hand. "Thank's for having m-- us." I smiled. He nodded, and told us we could leave. I grabbed June's hand, and headed outside the building, where Bill and Pit was were waiting for us.

"How was the interview, Mike?" Bill asked, walking by my side.

"It was great." I said, looking down at June.

"Uh uh. It was freaking scary!" She exclaimed.

"Wow, what happened in here?" Pit asked, laughing.

"Let's say I surprised June and she had to introduce herself in front of millions of people without being prepared..."

"You did what? Oh God. I would have panicked if I was in your shoes, June." Bill said, all serious, which made me burst out laughing.

"Seriously? I mean, look at you. You, panicking for an interview?" I asked.

"I'm a shy guy, you know..." He said, which made me laugh even more.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Michael." He said, winking at me.

I nodded, and we reached the outside a few minutes later. There were a couple of fans waiting for me, and I waved at them, smiling, before we got in the limo to head back home. I hope the surprise isn't there yet.

*

June's point of view

We just arrived at Neverland, and we were welcomed by Bubbles, who had a cap on his head and a banana in his hands. Michael knelt down in front of him, but the chimp ignored him, and came to me with opened arms. I picked him up, laughing.

"Hello to you, baby chimp." I cooed, rubbing the top of his head.

"So that's the way it goes, huh? You leave me for June?" Michael asked, standing up next to me. "You're such a womanizer" he said, laughing. I laughed too, and put Bubbles down. Michael and I enterred the main house, and as I made my way upstairs, Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him.

"I'm sorry. I should have let you know what I planned." He apologized, rubbing my cheek with his hand.

"It's ok Michael" I answered, smiling.

"No it's not. You called me Michael."

"Touché..." I marked a short pause and said, "I was so damn nervous back there! How could you do this to me? You know I am shy!"

"I didn't think. Like I said, I'm sorry. But I'm also proud of you. You did great, even if you were under pressure." I softly said, not letting go of her.

"Thank you, baby.", I said, smiling.

What he did wasn't bad, I'm actually happy he did that. It showed me how proud he is to be with me. "I'm not mad at you." I said with a grin. As I was about to kiss him, Michael's phone rang. He excused himself and let go of me as he went in the kitchen.  That's weird, I thought. He normally doesn't mind having a phone call in front of me. I don't know why he left...

A few seconds later, Michael was back with the largest smile on his lips. I didn't know why he was smiling like this, but I couldn't help but smile as much as him. He grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. I tried to ask him what was it all about, but he didn't answer. When we got outside, in the front of the Ranch, there she was, with the biggest smile on her face. She let go of the woman's hand and she ran to me. I couldn't help but shed a tear.

It's her, it's little Beverly from Munich.