June's point of view

What the heck is he doing here? I didn't even tell him I was back. Why in the world my mom sent him here? She knows I'm with Michael! I got out of bed, and looked at Michael. I couldn't read his face, I didn't know what he was thinking about Matt being here. I went to the door, and cracked it open.

"Hey Matt" I said, nervously smiling. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because you didn't tell me you were back, Maria did. Don't you want to see me?" He asked, visibly hurt.

"I've been busy, I'm sorry." I simply said.

"Busy doing what? Hanging with Michael Jackson?" He laughed, not believing what I told him the other day about Michael and I.

"Pretty much" Michael said, coming to the door from behind me. He fully opened the door, and gave Matt a challenging look.

"What the fuck?!" Matt muttered under his breath, looking at Michael wide eyed with his mouth opened.

I cleared my throat and introduced Matt to Michael. They shook hands, but I could see Michael wasn't thrilled by his presence here.

"How? So those people in front of the house are here for you?" Matt asked me, confused.

"I'll tell you what you have to know, but not now, ok?" I softly said.

"Um, yeah, sure. Maybe we could have this drink together tomorrow in the afternoon, what do you think?"

"I'll text you to let you know."

"Okay, see you then. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson."

"Yeah, me too." Michael sarcastically said.

"Oh and Matt!" I called. He turned over to look at me. "Please avoid the paparazzis, don't say anything to them, ok?"

"Um, yeah. Sure." He said goodbye to my mother and walked out the door.

He looks even more handsome than the last time I saw him. What? I shouldn't be thinking that way about him. But you do know he is freaking sexy. I don't care about him, he's just good looking, that's all. And freaking polite and gentle. I love Michael, and I don't care about him. Period.

While I was battling with my stupid conscience, I heard Michael sighing behind me.

"What is it?" I asked, turning over to face him.

"I've been talking to you, but you didn't even listen to me..."

"Oh, I'm sorry baby. I was lost in my thoughts."

"You still like him, don't you?" He asked, hurt and anger written all over his face.

"No, I don't. I love you, silly."

"He's good looking, and he seems nice, I understand now why you like him."

"Liked. Past tense. I don't like him anymore, I promise."

Why is this sounding like a big bad lie? It shouldn't. I am so fucking in love with Michael, there's no room for another man in my heart. That's impossible.

"You used to look at me this way the first time you told me you loved me." Michael said, sad.

"Michael, baby. Stop it, please. It's just that I was happy to see him again. It been a while, you know."

"Yeah..." He sighed. "So you're going out with him tomorrow?"

"I need to see people, Michael. I've been in this room for three days." I said, trying to sound calm.

"You have me. Am I not good enough for you?"

"Seriously, you sound stupid right now." I declared, walking passed him.

"I'm not being stupid, I'm being jealous, June! Put yourself in my shoes, would you mind me hanging out with Madonna?" He asked, looking at me.

"No, because I trust you!" I shouted, throwing my hands up.

"Here we are again... The same old conversation we had in Paris." Michael said, rubbing his forehead.

"We wouldn't have this conversation all over again if you'd trust me once for all."

"You're the one who's being stupid right now. I've already told you it's him I don't trust!" He yelled at me. This is the first time he's yelling at me this way. He must be really pissed.

"Wow." I said, giving a forced laugh. "So you think I'll be that stupid and just let him try anything with me?" I asked in disbelief.

"This is not what I said." He said, barely over a whisper, like he was ready to cry.

"Look," I began, walking to him, and taking his hands in mine, "Matt is a friend, he knows I am with you. Nothing will happen, ok?"

"I hope you're right." He said, looking at our intertwined hands. "It's just that I want to be the one to make you feel better..."

"You do much more than this, honey." I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and placing my head on his chest. Michael placed a kiss on my head, and put his hands on my lower back. "We should go to my appartement, I don't want to bother my mom any longer with my problems."

"You're sure you don't want to stay here?"

"Positive. I have to move on with my life, being an adult."

"Okay, whatever you want, sweetheart." Michael gently said, giving me another kiss on the top of my head.

*

We just finished dinner and were enjoying the peaceful silence of the appartment when the doorbell rang. I'm not expecting anyone, certainly not at eight in the evening, I told myself. I went to the door, and opened it. My eyes widened at the sight of the person who stood in front of me.

Anna?