June's point of view

"Hey princess," he greeted me when he opened the door. I automatically jumped into his arms. I missed him like crazy.

"God, I missed you, buddy," I said, holding him tight by the neck.

"I missed you even more," he whispered on my neck. He let go of me after a few seconds, and I enterred in his hotel room.

The place was pretty classy: the entire room was made of red and gold, and it looked really beautiful.

"So, how have you been?" he asked me, eager to know what had been going on with my life during those months we didn't see each other. I set my purse on a chair, and then sat on the bed, where my friend joined me.

"Well, I've been good," I shyly said with a smile. "Work has been crazy though, I'm glad I have those two weeks off," I admitted.

"Two weeks off? So you're not coming back in Paris for two whole weeks?"

"Nope, I want to be there during my days off. I miss America, and I miss my people," I told him with a smile. "But living in Paris is great. I love this city so much."

"I know," he smiled. "I remember you saying something like this back when we were on tour."

"Yeah," I smiled back. "The first year I was there reminded me so much things," I admitted. "It was hard, you know... With what happened."

"I know," he sighed. "You feel like you're totally healed, now?" he asked with concern.

"Yeah, I think I'm ok now," I smiled. "Doctor Jones was really supportive after my nervous brekadown, and you know, people were there for me; Jer, Dave, Karl, and you," I said, smiling. "I've been living with this for two years now, and I guess I'm ok with how my life looks like now. When I had this nervous breakdown, I thought I won't be myself again, I just wanted to die. But look where I am now. I mean, I'm  me  again, and I love what I do."

"Did you learn to love yourself back?" Pit asked me with empathy in his deep voice.

"It's still hard to love myself because I hate myself for the choices I made, but I guess it'll get better. Those things need time. A lot of time, apparently," I said, looking down at my lap.

"You're going to make it through all of this, ok? Two years is a short amount of time, and looking back, you were pretty damaged with everything that happened."

"Yeah," I loudly sighed. "Enough about me, what about you? How've you been?"

"Well, professionally speaking, things have been crazy, and personally speaking things with Callie didn't get better," he declared, speaking about his one-year girlfriend.

"She still thinks you're cheating on her with me?" I asked him, frowning.

"Yeah," he scoffed. "And with what the press said four months ago, it didn't help her to trust me again."

The media had been after me for months once I told the world I was now a model for Chanel. I got to see what celebrities feel like when they're harassed by paparazzi all day long, and it's really annoying. Some of them don't care if they hurt you, they just want photos or they want you to say something so they can change what you said and create lies.

"I'm so sorry, Pit," I told him, giving him a hug. "At least, Michael believes you," I told him in a neutral tone.

Talking about him had been hard, and it will always be. For two years, I managed to avoid him, because I didn't want to fall appart once I see him again. I just found myself back, I was feeling good again, and seeing Michael, the man I once called the love of my life, the man I loved and still love, would hurt me, because I knew I broke his heart and mine when I walked away from him.

"Yeah," he sighed, breaking the hug.

"Is he... Is he happy?" I asked him, looking down at my hands.

"I don't know. He's not the same since you left him, like I already told you," he explained. "But I guess he's fine."

"Good," I nodded. "So she... she's making him happy?"

"I guess, but I really don't know," he told me, not looking at me. "Are  you  happy?" He asked me, taking my hands in his again.

"I guess so," I shrugged. "I mean, I have practically everything I've always wanted, so I guess I'm happy."

"You just miss somebody to love," he said in a low voice, nodding.

"Yeah," I snorted. "I could have had everything, but I decided not to."

"You're going to find someone to love, princess. You're beautiful, smart, funny, and God knows you're much more than this. A lot a men out there want you, that I can tell," he said, giving me a warm smile.

"I don't want them though," I shrugged.

"I know what you want, June, but maybe it's time for you to move on, just like Michael did. You need to be completely happy for once in your life. Will you be happy for me?" Pit asked in soothing tone, rubbing the top of my hand.

"Yeah," I smiled. "I'm gonna be happy, I promise."

"Good girl," he smiled before giving me yet another hug.

***

Michael's point of view

"Hey, girl," I greeted back, stepping aside so she can come in the room. "How are you doing?" I asked while closing the door behind her.

"I'm fantastic," she said, smiling widely. "And yourself? You sounded sad when you called me, is everything ok, sugar?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just exhausted and lonely," I shrugged. "Thank you for coming."

"My pleasure," she grinned. "I kinda wanted to see you as well."

"Missed me?" I asked with a half smile while sitting on the bed.

"I'm not going to answer that so you can flatter your ego, Jackson," she laughed and sat next to me on the bed.

"Whatever," I laughed back. "Where's Josh?"

"Oh, he stayed in the room. He said he was feeling tired, so I came alone. He told me to tell you he was looking forward to play Hide and Seek again with you. He really wants to beat you," she laughed.

We played Hide and Seek earlier that day, and Josh wasn't able to find me while I found him in a heartbeat. This little guy is so fun to be around. Even though he's been through a lot of stuff because of his health condition, he always kept a bright smile on his face, and I really admire his courage. I'll do anything so he can keep this smile on his face. Josh's new pancreas is doing his job wonderfully, and it looks like he's getting better and better each day.

"I'm looking forward to play with him again too," I smiled, and she smiled back at me.

"Hey by the way, where is Pit? I thought he'd be here by now," she asked, frowning.

"No, I gave him two days off. He really needs it, he has a few... Romantic problems these days," I admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know exactly. I just know him and his girlfriend are not doing well," I shrugged.

"Well, maybe he's really cheating on her with June," she said, shrugging as well.

That's the problem with Jessica: she really lacks of tactfulness. I didn't understand why she said this. I mean, I already told her it hurts me to the core when I hear June's name, but she keeps talking about her. And not always in a good way. She was the one who brought the article to me when Pit and June were seen together, embracing each other. She came to me and said something like "see, I'm sure she cheated on you with him, that's the real reason she broke up with you, so she can be with him!". Of course, I was shocked when I saw this, but tabloids are garbage, and I know better than anyone that they create a lot of lies. That's why I decided to ask Pit himself. As a friend of mine, he swore to me that he was just her friend, nothing more, and I believed him. I belive he would never do such a thing, knowing June was my everything. Everytime I try to know if June's ok, or if I try to find out if she talks about me, Pit just avoid the topic. Maybe June told him not to say anything about her, because she asked me not to find her after she broke up with me. She wanted me to forget her, but I never did. The last time I saw her was on a publicity campaign for Chanel, like a year and half ago, and of course, she was breathtaking.

"No, he's not," I said, shaking my head no. "I already told you, it's not like them. I know both of them."

"Yeah, whatever," she said, waving her hand. "So, what about a movie?" She said, enthusiastically.

"You know what? I feel a bit tired, after all. Maybe I should sleep a bit," I explained.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I didn't want to say something which could hurt you," she said, taking my hand. "It's just... I'm mad at her for what she did to you."

"Don't be. I'm the one who should be mad, but I'm not. I moved on, so just do the same," I told her. "I just want to be alone, after all," I declared, giving her a fake smile.

June would have seen I faked it. She knew me better than anyone, but Jessica didn't catch my smile wasn't sincere. I missed this complicity I used to have with June, really. 

"As you want, Mike," she sighed, and stood up from the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

I nodded, and gave her a little hug.

"Thanks for coming," I thanked her when I opened the door so she could leave.

"Don't thank me, that's what wives are here for, right?" she winked at me before disappearing in the hallaway of the hotel.