Paris, France,
Five days later, June 20th 1990.

June's point of view

My mother's wedding night wasn't what I expected at all. It went from pure happiness to complete confusion. Jessica was two months pregnant, and Michael was going to be a daddy. He was starting his own family, and I was not included in his plans. In my mind, it's like I couldn't be involved anymore in his life. When he told me about this, I stayed frozen for a minute. I wasn't waiting for him to give me any kind of explanations because he didn't have any to give me: Jessica is his wife, he loves her so it's quite logical he would start a family with her one day. They've been married for quite a long time now, so I guess it was the next step in their relationship. It hurt though. It hurt me to the core because Michael being married didn't make me think that things between us were totally over, but now, the fact he's having a baby changed everything: I had to stop being around him like some kind of leech. I needed to take my distance. While I perfectly knew Michael was married and happy to have a baby, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss we shared. The way he kissed me, it was not just a kiss. It was the kiss of a lifetime. The kiss I was dying to receive ever since I broke up with him. He kissed me like there were no tomorrows, and when he pulled away, he had tears in his eyes. When I asked him what was going on, he broke down crying, and I had to comfort him even though I didn't know, and still don't know, what the matter was. I thought maybe he regretted it at the second he pulled away, but he told me it wasn't about this, and it wasn't about the fact he wasn't ready to be a daddy: he was. I stayed outside with him for a few minutes, reassuring him, telling him everything was going to be alright. I apologized for kissing him, because I really was sorry. He was a married man, and I had no right to kiss him this way. I told him I didn't want to do such a thing, that I was caught in the heat of the moment.

Now here I am, five days later and I didn't hear a single word from him. He didn't stay in New York the next day after my mother's wedding as he was supposed to, and it broke my heart. He felt so guilty that he didn't even say goodbye to me, and ever since he left, I feel depressed and blue all the time. Being this close to him again awoke feelings in me I thought I wouldn't be able to feel again. When I danced with him, when I walked down the aisle on his arm, when I kissed him... Those things I'll never be able to forget. It's like I was falling in love with him once again. It felt like we just met and that we were starting over. I tried to convince myself that I needed to move on as he did ever since I left him, but I couldn't make it. I'm sure now that Michael Joseph Jackson is the love of my life, and I won't try to find somebody else to replace him. I know we're meant to be.

"Get up!" Jer said, removing the sheets bed from my body. "You're not spending another day in bed, Wellington. It been four whole days! It's time for you to take your life back."

"I don't wanna live in a world where Michael Jackson's not the father of my kids," I said, my voice muffled against my pillow.

"Ask him for some sperm then, but just get the hell out of this bed. You're stinking."

"Shut up, and leave me alone," I snapped, putting the covers back over my head. "I'm just gonna stay here and wait for Michael to call me."

"June," Jer sighed loudly, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Did the idea of him not calling you cross your mind?"

"He's going to call me," I assured him, not moving from under the covers. "I need him to call me," I said, and I felt this lump forming in my throat.

"That's right, you need him to call. You can't wait for his call all your life, girl," Jer said, rubbing my leg through the sheet.

"Watch me," I taunted.

"Be reasonable, please. Look at me," he gently asked me, removing the covers from my head. "Please."

I removed the covers from my head and sat up, leaning my back on the headboard of the bed. I looked at him with a sad expression on my face, and he immediately took my hands in his.

"I know it's hard Blondie. I know how much you love him, and with what happened, I know you feel like he's slipping out of your hands. But life's not over even though it'll be harder now. You need to carry on with your life."

"I can't," I whispered to avoid the tears to escape from my eyes.

"Yes, you can," he encouraged, bringing his hand to my face. He brushed his thumb on my cheek, and a single tear fell from my eye. "Let it out," he soothed, and took me in his arms.

"It's so hard, Jer," I cried. "It's too hard. I shoudn't have come back in his life like I did. I should have known I'd be falling for him all over again."

"You needed to see him again," Jer told me, rubbing my back. "You spent some good times with him, you guys are friend now, aren't you?"

"We are, but I don't want to be his friend," I sobbed on Jer's chest. "I want to take over things from where they were before I walked away from him, and broke both of our hearts. I want things back like when we were both living in Nerverland, when we were happy and in love. This is what I want."

"But you can't have it," Jer whispered, and I could feel his voice shaking. He always got weak everytime he saw me crying. "I'm sure your Prince Charming is waiting for you somewhere in this world. Someone else than Michael Jackson," he assure me, hugging me tightly. "If I wasn't gay, I swear I'd be all over you," he joked, which caused me to chuckle slightly.

"You're silly," I said, sniffling back tears. "I love you, Jer. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

"I love you too, Blondie. You don't need any boyfriend when you got two hot guys like me and Dave as your roomies," he winked at me, and I laughed some more. "Thank God she still knows how to smile and laugh!" he exclaimed, looking at the ceiling.

"Did Karl call?" I asked him after a little silence.

"Yeah," he sighed. "He's throwing a party at his house tonight, and he'd be glad if you could come. It's a welcoming party for the newbies the house hired. He said they were all eager to meet you, you know, being Chanel's muse and all. Maybe one of them will be your successor," Jer shrugged.

"I'm not going," I told him. "Did he tell you something about that photosoot I did three days ago?" I asked him.

"Yup! The add is already circulating across the world, ma'am," Jer smiled, but I didn't smile back. "And also..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "the guy who posed with you left his number and asked me to give it to you. I didn't want to tell you earlier, with what you were going through, and -"

"Give it to me," I told him. "Maybe I'll call the guy. He was cute and I loved his abs," I shrugged. "Women are able to have one-night-stands as well, right?" I asked him, and his eyes widened.

Alex, that's the guy's name, was the man that happened to be my co-worker on that ad campaign. We had to pose together for the House in a pretty awkward situation. Alex was wearing a black and white suite, with his white-dress shirt opened which allowed a wonderful view on his six-pack abs. He had me against a white wall, and he had my hands pinned above my head with on hand of his other one was holding my leg on his hip - position which allowed a good view of my legs, and his lips found their way on my neck. To be quite honest, this guy was as hot as the sun, but with my mental state at the moment, I couldn't care less about his good-looking ass. All I wanted was Michael, and I'll always want no one else than him.

"Uh, June? Are you okay?" he asked, shocked.

"Yeah, why?" I frowned.

"A couple of minutes ago you were all depressed about Michael being a daddy and you practically said you were willing to end up alone if you don't end up with him, and now you want this guy's number?"

"I need to move on. You made me understand I couldn't have Michael, so I need to see people. I'll always be in love with Michael, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun, right?" I asked him, and he shook his head no, confusion written all over his face. "And we're going to this party," I said, standing up from my bed and heading to the bathroom.

Michael seems to enjoy his life, so I need to enjoy mine.

***

Michael's point of view

Five days. Five days and I didn't have any calls from June after what happened. I knew maybe she was the one who was waiting for my call, but I didn't know what to say. It was obvious I was lost about everything that happened. I finally got to kiss the woman I'm madly in love with, but on the other hand, I couldn't tell her about everything. I couldn't tell her my wedding was fake now Jessica was pregnant, I couldn't tell her I never loved her, that the only person I ever loved was her and only her. I couldn't do such a thing because she would have think that I made a baby to someone I don't even love. How does it make me look, huh? I couldn't tell her, but I wanted so bad. I just wanted to tell her that I don't love Jessica, that she's just a friend to me. I wanted to tell her she was supposed to be the one expecting my child, and no one else. I needed to clear things, but I didn't know how I was supposed to do. Because of the media, I knew I'll have to extend my marriage with Jessica. It was impossible for me to divorce her knowing she was expecting a child. My child. Even though I'm not in love with this woman, I'll love her forever because she gave me the gift I've waited all my life. Being a father has always been my dearest dream, and thanks to her, this dream was about to become reality. It's unbelievable how things can drift though. It took one night of meaningless sex for her to get pregnant. This is what I'm not happy about. I'll love this baby unconditionally, but knowing it wasn't make with love hurts me. This is not what I thought about when I talked about having children. Everytime I came with this topic, all I could think of was me, June, and our little bundle of joy together. A baby we would have made with all the love we have for each other.

Back at the wedding when June and I kissed, I felt it. I felt this chemistery we had, back when we were together. Janet was right, she isn't over me, just like I'm not over her. That's why it was hard for me to call her, because I didn't know what I would tell her. I didn't know what I was supposed to tell her. I knew she probably hated me for days. I would have reacted just the same way if the roles were reversed. I love her, but I can't be with her right now, and she can't know about this.

Since I came back, Jessica seemed a little bit off, which wasn't something normal. I mean, expecting a baby is the most beautiful thing in the world, so there's no need to be uspet about it. Eveytime I want to try to feel the baby by putting my hands on her tummy, she just swat my hands away, telling me the doctor said she was fragile, that I should avoid touching her. It's weird. I am no doctor, but I know it's not possible to say such a thing. I just wanted to rub her baby bump, but she didn't allow me to. To top that, she doesn't want me to come along with her to her OB/GYN appointments. It's like she forbidden me to do so. I thought about it for a moment, and I thought it was just because of the hormones, but it's quite exagerrated. When she learnt about her pregnancy, she told me I could take all the time I wanted to try and love her, and the next month she doesn't want me around her aymore, and she kinda rejects me when I'm too close.

I needed to get my mind off of things, and I knew the only place I could do such a thing was in my dance studio. I put Janet's music on, and began dancing with all I got. It's like I was dancing my pain away for hours.

"Michael!" I heard Jessica's voice through the loud music. I walked to the stereo and turned it off. "Damn, are you deaf?"

"Sorry, I was really into it," I said, walking to her while wipping the sweat from my face. "What's going on?" I asked her. "Are you alright?"

"I just came back from the doctor's," she said.

"And?" I asked, frowning. "Is something wrong with the baby?"

"The baby is a little girl," she said, smiling widely.

"W-What?" I asked, confused. "Wait Jess, you went for an ultrasound and you didn't think it was worth telling me?" I asked her, anger boiling in me.

"I don't want you to come with me, and you know it," she said, looking at the floor.

"Damn, Jessica!" I cursed angrily. "It is something we're supposed to do together! This is my baby in here too!" I said, pointing at her stomach.

"Your little girl," she said, trying to calm me down, but it pissed me off even more.

"Don't you think I'd have loved to see my little girl for the first time? What went through your mind, huh?"

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't want you to see me while I'm vulnerable!"

"Vulnerable? Where does this come from? We made this baby together, I have the right to see it!"

"Stop calling her "it"!" she shouted angrily at me.

"I'll call it whatever I want! This is my child too!" I yelled again, and brushed my hands over my face in frustration. "I can't believe -" I trailed off mid-sentence when I calmed myself. "Wait, you're only two months and a half pregnant, how can you even know the gender?" I asked her, frowning. "With all the books I read on that subject, it says that we can know the gender only from the fourth month."

"You're no doctor now, are you?" she smartly asked me.

"No, but I'm not stupid either. How can you know the gender while the baby isn't fully formed yet? It's ridiculous."

"The doctor said it was a girl, then it's a girl, period!" she yelled at me again. "You should be jumping up and down knowing your baby is a little girl, but instead you're being a brat who makes a fuss about some details," she said, shooting me an evil look. "It's still time for me to have an abortion, maybe you'll be happier if I got one."

I turned my head quickly at her to see the seriousness in her eyes.

"Are you crazy? You'd be ready to kill an innocent child?" I asked her in disbelief.

"I'd rather kill it than have it in an environnement he's not wanted," she said, dead serious.

"You're crazy," I muttered. "I want this child!"

"But you don't want it with me, I get it," she said before walking away.

I sat down in the dance studio, my back leaning on the wall, thinking about what just happened. Things are so weird between Jessica and I since she's pregnant. I don't even recognize the girl I met. The sweet, caring, funny girl I met in UCLA a couple years ago.

She's become a stranger to me.

***

June's point of view

When Jer, Dave and I arrived at the party, we were greeted by Karl who welcomed us in his giant home: my condo could fit ten times in his house. The music the DJ was playing was booming through the speakers, and the atmosphere was quite... weird. There were a lot of people in here, faces I could recognize, and other ones I couldn't. As soon as I stepped in the mansion, a bunch of younger men and women came to me all excited and asked me tons of questions. They asked me to sign them some autographs, and we took some pictures together. It was quite nice to see those kids were all over me and wanted to know things about being Chanel's muse. Once they finished their interrogatory, I could final relax a bit and enjoy the party.

"June?" I heard someone called behind me. I turned around and saw Alex smiling at me. "I'd recognize this butt everywhere I go," he seductively said.

That's not something you say to flirt, asshole.

"Hi Alex," I said, annoyed. "You found me."

"Of course I found you, you told me you'd be here on the phone earlier, so when I heard you arrived, I tried to found you right away," he smiled again.

Stop smiling dude, your cheeks are going to hurt.

"How sweet," I said, giving him a sarcastic smile before drinking from my thrid glass of champagne.

"So," he began, sitting next to me at the bar, "tell me about you. We didn't talk that much during the shoot. I was eager to talk to you when we finished, but you were already gone."

"Yeah, I wasn't in the mood to talk," I said, a little bit harsher than expected.

"Looks like you're not in the mood to talk right now either," he told me.

"I'm sorry," I said, and ordered yet another glass of champagne. "Rough week."

"Can I try to make your week better and invite you on the dance floor?" he asked me, offering his right hand to me.

My glass of champagne arrived, and I looked at Alex's hand, "Wait a sec," I told him, and drank the entire glass in one. "Now we can go," I told him and stood up from my barstool.

At the second I got on my feet again, I felt my head spinning a bit, but I didn't acknoledge it, and went along with Alex on the dance floor where Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana was playing.

***

After barely an hour of dancing, I went back to the bar where Alex followed me. We spoke about different topics, but the conversation was more about him. I noticed the guy loved to talk about himself, so I let him, and just kept going on drinking champagne to try not to fall asleep because of his boring speeches about how life was tough with him beause he wasn't hansdome as he is now back in high school, and so on. The only thing he asked me was how if felt like to be Michael Jackson's girlfriend for a while, and I avoided his question. I asked more about him, at his biggest pleasure.

"I didn't know you could dance like you did. Where did you learn to dance like this?" he asked me after long minutes of talking about him and after several glass of champagne.

Is he talking to me? I asked myself.

"I used to dance in a club," I told him, drinking from another glass of champagne, "cool, huh?" I smiled like an idiot.

"It's sexy," he said in a seductive voice, inching closer to me. "I really want to kiss you right now," he told me, his mouth inches from mine.

"What are you waiting for, then?" I asked him in a slurred voice.

I was completely wasted at that point.

He didn't say something more and crashed his lips on mine. His breath smelled like smoke, but I didn't pulled away. I was drunk and I knew it, so I guess it gave me the courage to kiss him. If I was sober, I knew I wouldn't do such a thing. Alex lifted me up so I could sit on the barstool that was behind me, and he made his way in between my legs, his lips never leaving mine. My hands were in his hair, while his were roaming my entire body.

His breathing quickened as he whispered in my ear, "let's get out of here."

He pulled away from me and took my hand in his, and I followed him across the house, swaying a bit because of the alcohol I had. As we arrived at the front door, a familiar melody hit my ears and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Michael, I thought.

The DJ was playing The Way You Make Me Feel, and my heart was pounding just hearing his voice.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked me, still grippinig my hand in his.

"I'm sorry," I just said, letting go of his hand, and headed in the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me so no one would come in, and looked at myself in the mirror.

"This isn't you, June," I said to my relfection. "I'm as drunk as a lord."

I shook my head at myself, and pulled my phone out of my purse. I dialed the familiar number, and put my phone on my ear.

"Hello?" his sweet voice answered on the other hand ot the phone.

"Michael," I smiled and chuckled a bit. "You didn't call me, you little rascal," I giggled again. "But I'm not mad at you. No no no, not mad, sir!"

"June, is that you?" Michael asked, confused.

"Yes it is, detective!" I laughed again. "I just called to tell you some things."

"Are you drunk?" he asked me, concern in his voice.

"Nope," I said, and then I hiccuped. "Listen to me now," I said, trying to be serious. "I just called to tell you I love you. I just can't stop loving youuuuuuu," I sang through the phone, "and if I stop, then tell me just what will I dooooo?" I sang again. "You're the love of my life, Michael Joseph Jackson," I said and hiccuped again, "and I won't ever stop loving you. I've always loved you, and I'll wait until the end of times so you and I can be reunited together. I was with a guy a few mintues ago, but then I heard you and now I-I" I said, laughing my ass off, "I'm hiding in the bathroom," I laughed out loud.

"You're wasted," Michael said, dead serious. "Call Jeremy or David and tell them to get you home. You're vulnerable in that state, men could abuse you."

"I'm not letting anybody abuse me unless it's you," I said, trying to sound seductive.

"June, why did you drink that much?" he asked me in a sigh.

"Because I love you," I said, and I started crying. "I love you, Mikey. Please, come here with me. I need to see you," I whined, crying my eyes out. "I love you so much."

"You're drunk, you won't even remember what you told me when you wake up tomorrow. Go home, please. I'll call you back tomorrow."

"Promise me," I sobbed. "Promise me you won't forget about me like you did for those five days."

"I promise. Now go home, please," he begged, while I opened the door of the bathroom. I fell face to face with Jer who took my phone from my hands.

I fell into his arms and began to sob uncontrolably.

"Hello? Who is it?" Jer asked through the phone. "Oh, hey Michael. I'm sorry she called you, but she's pretty wasted right now," he said, not even laughing or smiling. "Then give her a reason to. Okay, bye."

Next thing I know, I'm in my bed with the headache of the century.