A/N: WHOA! It never took me that long to come up with a chapter, I'm sorry guys! This one isn't really interesting, but I hope you'll like it anyways. Future chapter promise to be... Great 😁

Michael's point of view

My family and I were all gathered in the movie theater, listenning to Taj, Taryll and TJ's music. I was really proud of my nephews, they had this in their blood, and what they were giving us was amazing material. Tito, their Pops as they call him, was the one accompagnying his sons with his guitar.

However, I felt a little bit ashamed not to give them my entire attention. My mind was focused on June and what was going on that she didn't want to tell me over the phone. I kept on watching down at my watch, almost counting every passing minute. Everyone in the room knew something was wrong, but they stayed quiet about it.

"Uncle DooDoo?" TJ, Tito's youngest son, called after me, and I looked up at him.

"Yes?"

"You didn't hear a thing we said, did you?" he asked, a little bit disappointed in me.

"Uh, no," I honestly answered, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm sorry guys. What did you say?"

"You and June, you um – you kinda inspired us to write a song," Taryll explained with a shy smile.

I was quite taken aback by this, "Really? How come?"

"Well, remember that family day we had in May? You were working on a song, and the words wouldn't just come out and you were really mad about this. We heard you talking with auntie Jan, and you told her that you couldn't write that song because you couldn't put into words how you felt about June, because your feelings were too strong to even succeed in writing them down," my nephew explained, and I felt my cheeks getting hot.

"We know we're young, but we can see how much you love her. You always seem to be at a loss for words when you talk about her, so we decided to write about that," Taj finished, shrugging.

"Even the kids see that," Janet quielty said to Jermaine, nudging him playfully.

"Come on, don't be jealous. Maybe you'll have the same kinda love with that dancer LaToya knows," my big brother said, smirking.

What?

"It's not finished yet, but we hope you'll like it," TJ added, and I focused on my three nephews again.

"Uh, yeah, sure! Go ahead, let me-- let us hear that!" I smiled, leaning in my seat.

"Pops, you ready?" he asked Tito, who nodded and started to play.

The soft melody hit my ears, and instantly, I started to tap my foot on the floor on the slow rythme Tito was playing with his guitar.

Well I tried to write a special song,
A love song just for you.
To explain the way you make me feel inside.

Though the meaning may be simple
And the words may not be new
I couldn't make it clearer if I tried.

I need you, and I couldn't live a day without you.
I need you more than anyone could ever know.
I need you and I wanna build my world around you
I need you, I need you.

Well I sing the words and realized,
It had all been said before,
So I tried a different line that meant the same.

But it didn't have the feeling,
And the first one said much more,
So I guess I'll have to say it once again.

I need you, and I couldn't live a day without you.
I need you more than anyone could ever know.
I need you and I wanna build my world around you
I need you, I need you.

In 1988, I created MJJMusic, my own record label, in order to help shape the talent of bugeoning artists. When I heard my newphews sing this song, my first thought was: 'Why didn't I think about producing them earlier?'

As soon as they stopped singing, I stood up and clapped my hands the loudest I could. Janet and Marlon laughed at me, but I couldn't care less. I was amazed by my nephews' talent, and quite moved by the fact that I was the one who inspired them this song.

"Guys, that was amazing!" I cheered, still clapping my hands. "Tito, your boys need to sing for someone else than us!"

"What do you mean?" my brother asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I could come in the studio, they're amazing!" I excitedly said, grinning.

"I have to agree with that," Janet said next to me, standing up from her seat as well.

"That could be a great idea," mother chimed in with a sweet smile. "What do you think, boys?"

My three nephews looked at each other with a grin on their face, nodding frantically, which caused us all to chuckle at their behavior. I couldn't understand why Tito didn't think about it sooner.

"Tito?" I called after my brother who had this same frown on his face the entire time. "What's the matter?"

"Didn't the idea of me not wanting them to be in the spotlight cross y'all's mind?"

"Uh, n—no I mean, why?"

"They're not mature enough. Don't you remember how hard it was to be deprived of your childhood? I think you suffered enough, so why wanting my boys to get through the same pain?"

"Tito," Joseph warned in a deep voice. "Michael was simply trying to be nice, why are you so harsh on h--"

"No, it's okay Joseph," I cut him off, nodding. "I got your point, bro. I was just trying to help them out. I didn't say I wanted to produce them, I just want to get them in the booth for a try. They're really talented, that's all I'm saying. Congrats boys," I simply said, trying to avoid an upcoming argument.

"Pops, why don't you let uncle DooDoo help us out? Don't you think we're talented enough?" Taj asked his father with a frown.

Tito sighed heavily, and turned his head to me again, an angry face on.

"Now you turned my sons against me, thank you Michael. Why do you always feel the need to use your status in everything you do?"

"I'm not--"

"Now my own sons think I don't believe in them, while in reality, I just want to protect them," Tito harshly said to me, which got me confused. "You don't have any right on them, you'll do whatever you want with your children if you have any one day, but for now, mind your own business."

"There was no need to be harsh, Toriano," mother scolded, visibly angry as she used Tito's actual name. "Michael was just trying to help your boys. He's the most sucessful artist out there, he knows what talent looks like."

"You're being a jackass, Tito," Janet concluded, as Jermaine stood up to leave the room.

"We probably had rough times when we were a band, but you're forgetting about all the good times we had and how it made us a united family," I said over my shoulder to Tito who didn't move an inch.

"Wait, where are y'all going?" Mother asked all of us, as we were making our way out of the door.

"I need to call Randy and see when he's coming here. We need more fun brothers in there," Janet said, giving Tito a look.

"And I'm going to wait for June," I declared, leaving the movie theater as well.

As Jermaine, Janet and I stepped out of the building, we saw a car pulling up in Neverland's driveway. I squinted my eyes to take a better look at it, and I realized it was Rebecca's red Corvette, meaning June was inside.

At that moment, I felt a rush of relief, but at the same time, as I remembered what she told me over the phone, I couldn't help but feel worried about what could have happened last night that was so horrible that she didn't tell me over the phone.

"Isn't that your lovely, late-as-hell fiancée, Mike?"

"Yeah, excuse me," I quickly said before running towards the car.

I ran the fastest I could, but by the time I reached the house, she was already in. I came in, and passed Rebecca in the large hall.

"Where is she? What happened?"

"Hello to you to, Popstar," she rolled her eyes playfully at me. "She's in your room, getting prepared."

"What happened?"

"Shit, as always. Go upstairs, she'll explain."

I didn't waste a minute and made my way upstairs where June was. When I enterred my room, her clothes were scattered across the floor, and the shower was running.

"Babe? Are you alright?" I immediately asked when I barged in the bathroom.

June was in the shower, so all I could see was her blurry figure through the shower's glass doors.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine," she said in a weak voice. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I didn't mean to, it's just--"

"Hey, breathe for a second," I soothed, speaking in a louder voice so that she could hear me through the noise the water was making, and looked around the bathroom. "Why is there a tabloid trash on the toilet?"

"Read the headline," she demanded, her voice cracking.

"Babe, those magazines are nothing but garbage, I won't read it."

"Michael, please."

I huffed slightly, and did as she told. I looked at the cover, and there was a picture of June being handcuffed by a policeman.

"'Is June Wellington taking the wrong path?'" I read out loud, sitting down on the shut toilet. "What the heck is that? You got arrested?" I asked, not believing my words.

"Yes."

"What?! I mean, why?" I asked, skipping pages to go read the article about her.

"Just read the article, and you'll know what happened. For once, all of this is true."

Her voice was weak, like she was crying, but I couldn't see it. A part of me wanted to comfort her, but the other part of me decided otherwise, and read the article before all.

While reading the words before my eyes, my eyebrows knitted together. I couldn't believe it.

What kind of party is this?

"Did you read it?" She weakly asked me.

"What the hell happened last night? Is that why you didn't want to go home with me last night? Because you wanted to party? And drugs June, really? What the fuck were you thinking? You lectured me ab--"

"No, no, Michael! You have the wrong idea!" she shouted, stepping out of the shower quickly with soap all over her naked body and hair. "I-I didnt know about the party, Becks and Dave organized it to celebrate our engagement. I swear I didn't know anything about this," she explained with tearful eyes, taking the nearest towel to wrap it around her shivering body. "And the drugs? I had no idea about the fact that there were drugs in my home! I'd never allow it because you know just how much I'm against it! Paulina is behind all of this, you need to believe me, Michael," she cried, her whole body shivering frantically. "She's trying to ruin my career, an-and she's succeeding! Caleb quited and he's the one who told this to the p-press b-b--" she started to speak too fast, and I ran to her, and gathered her in my arms.

She was soaking wet, but I didn't care. Her whole body was shaking, and she seemed terrified yet angry. She buried her face on my chest, and cried again, this time letting all out. She held onto me tightly, like she was anxious I would leave.

"Michael I'm so sorry, I didn't intend to do any of t-this. Crystal was-- she was dying!"

"Shhhh," I soothed, rocking her back and forth as tears started to well up in my eyes as well. "Is she fine now?"

Witnessing her this way had always been hard to me. She's normally a strong person who doesn't get bothered easily, but this time, I think it was just too much. Paulina was going too far. She was making this way much harder for her to be successful in her career, while she was way better than the witch.

"Y-Yes. I took her at the hospital, and they took c-care of her," she sobbed, never releasing the tight grip she had on me.

"You saved her life," I tried to reassure her. "She would have died without you."

"But I could have killed the both of us by driving while I had alcohol! My vision was blurry, I shouldn't have done this. I'm so stupid."

"I agree that this wasn't a thing to do. Why didn't you call an ambulance?"

"Because she would have been dead by the time the ambulance arrives! I needed to act fast, I-I needed her to live, I-I--"

"You saved her life, she's alive and you're alive. That's all that matters," I reassured, laying a kiss on her wet forehead. "But I don't get it. Why would she do that?"

At that point, I was utterly confused. When she told me earlier that things got out of control, I didn't expect the situation to be this messy. This was the second time her newbies were involved with drugs; the first time was Sheila, and Paulina was the one who drugged her. Thing is, this time things were much worse. Crystal overdosed and almost died, and I wouldn't be surprised as well that Paulina was the one behind all of this. Even if we could prove by a+b that she's the one who actually did that to her, nothing could be said against her even if June wanted to denounce her to the police: she wasn't at her place when this happened, then how can we even claim she's the one responsible of all of this?

There had to be someone else, someone Crystal trusted enough to give her drugs.

"She's crazy, Michael," June told me, looking deep into my eyes. "She's going to ruin my life, sh-she-- she's insane!" she cried, and the fear in her eyes caused me blood to run cold.

"Shhh, calm down, sweetheart," I tried to sooth, rubbing her back tenderly. "Come on, go back in the shower, we'll talk as soon as you're out."

June shook her head, and kept a tight hold onto me. She was terrified at that point, and I felt like something else was bothering her.

"Come on," I whispered gently, laying a kiss on top of her head.

I opened the shower's door with my free hand, took my shoes off in a swift motion, and took June in my arms before coming in with her. I took her towel off, and helped her rince herself. She looked at me like I was crazy to come in the shower all dressed with her, but I felt like she needed me, so I didn't think twice about it.

I craned her head gently, and helped her take the shampoo from her long blond hair, careful not to hurt her in any way. The water was falling on the both of us, and my clothes were soaking wet at that point. I turned her around so that I could look at her in the eyes, and cupped her face, grazing my thumbs on her both her cheeks.

"You're going to be fine," I whispered, before laying a soft kiss on her lips. "You're stronger than this," I added, resting my forehead on hers, as her hands were wrapped around both of my wrists.

"Thank you," she answered, her voice filled with sincerity.

I planted another kiss on her forehead, and finished to take the soap of her body. After a few minutes, I stopped the water from running, and took the towel again and wrapped it tightly around June's body before we both stepped out.

I took my soaking clothes off and changed into fresh ones before sitting on the bed, waiting for June to finish to brush her teeth. I sat criss-crossed on it, and watched her putting her ripped jeans and black and red flannel on. When she was done, she joined me on the bed and placed her head on my shoulder, her hair still damp, and took my hand in hers.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she sighed, as I wrapped my arm around her. "She's going to try and ruin me as long as she gets what she wants."

"I'm not going to let this happen," I reassured, rubbing her back gently. "If she wants to be this way and tear you down, then you have to do the same in a smarter way."

"How?" she innocently asked.

"Just by being yourself. You're way more talented than she is, that's why she's trying to bring you down."

"Being myself is what I do everyday, but still it doesn't seem to be the solution. Caleb quit because he thinks I'm a failure. He said I was disgusting him," she explained, and once again her voice cracked.

"You're not a failure. Is this all he told you?"

"No. He said that I let them down for a whole week just to be with you, that I didn't take care of them the way I should have. He basically said that everything happened because of me."

"They're adults, they have to take care of themselves. What does he think? You're not their mother," I frowned, not understanding the newbie's behavior. "This can't be a good enough reason to tell this to the press. There has to be something else."

"Becks says it's because he's jealous, but she's just being silly," she shook her head.

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Of you. According to her, he's in love with me, which I think is absurd."

"Just add his name to the list," I snorted, while I didn't like the sound of this.

"He's not in love with me," she denied, withdrawing her head from my shoulder to look into my eyes. "He quited because I disappointed him, that's all. I should probably go and see him to apologize. I don't want him to have this last image of me."

"I advise you to wait a bit, leave him some space to think about all of this. Maybe he'll come to you before you come to him."

"I don't think so," she looked down at our hands. "The anger in his eyes, I swear it terrified me."

"That's why you need to wait. If he really is the one who told the press, then maybe he'll have regrets."

"I'm pretty sure it's him, Michael. He was the only one present there, and as much as Milo hates me, he has to keep this professional. He can't say shit to the press or he'll lose his job."

"Who's Milo?" I asked, frowning at the unknown name.

"The motherfucker who arrested me," she said through gritted teeth, wiping the tears from under her eyes. "I thought I was going to lose my temper and slap him. He said things about me, and-- and about you. I swear I wanted to kill him."

"What did he say?"

"Things the press say. It doesn't matter," she waved, sitting criss crossed on the bed as well.

"Okay," I have up, pushing a strand of her damp hair behind her ear. "Now, you need to explain something to me.  How Paulina could have done that if she wasn't even here?"

"Her newbies were here, and I swear they looked at me the same way she does," June explained, as she was playing with her hands on her lap. "When I asked Becks why they were here, she told me they wanted to congratulate me for the New York Magazine cover. Apparently, Steph told Becks that they were cool, unlike Paulina, so she accepted."

"And Paulina was cool with the fact that her newbies wanted to congratulate her... Rival?" I asked for clarification, as I found this pretty odd.

"That's why I think Paulina is behind all of this. I think she hired her newbies to do the nasty work for her, so that it's not obvious, you know?"

"This is quite smart," I admitted. "But this is also horrible. She's changing a bunch of, I'm sure, nice kids to jeopardize your career."

"Yeah, but I'm smarter, and I'll do whatever it takes to stop her. She can't go on and make me fear her this way. This is not me, I'm not weak."

"Baby, you've never been weak. You're strong. Most people would have quit by now, but you never did, and you never will. This job belongs to you," I reassured, stroking her cheek with a smile on my face. "You're the leading model, remember?" I smiled, referring to the headline of the New York Magazine, and she looked at me, a ghost of a smile appearing on her make-up free face.

"Hopefully, I'll still have you no matter what," she said, cupping my cheek with her left hand where her shiny engagement ring was.

"Always," I smiled, opening my arms for her. "Come here."

June didn't waste a minute and embraced me tightly, as I let the both of us fall onto the bed. I looked into her loving eyes, and tightened my arms around her waist.

"You're going to get through this, as you always do. You know why?" I whispered, as she played with one of my curl.

"Tell me."

"Because you're the best, and because you're going to be a Jackson soon. If she's trying to mess with you, then she's messing with the entire Jackson family. God knows we're quite numerous," I chuckle slightly, and so did my fiancée, to my biggest pleasure.

"I probably should go see them, and apologize for being late."

"Yeah," I sighed, thinking about the cold atmosphere that reigned when we left the movie theater after Tito and I's little argument.

"What is it?" She asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"Its just... Tito and I got into a little fight."

"About what?"

"About the fact that his boys are talented. I said that I'd like to see them in the booth, and he just snapped at me telling me I use my status for everything."

"You were just trying to be nice. What's his problem?"

"I don't know. I think he has some troubles with DeeDee, that's why he's all snappy."

"It's not a reason, though. He doesn't have to be rude with you. He should be flattered to have talented kids who are worth being given attention by the great, the amazing, Michael Jackson," she smiled, rubbing my cheek.

Her smile. I was glad it was back on her face, and I was even more glad that I was the one who succeded in making it appear on her gorgeous face.

"If you say so," I snorted, blushing a bit. "Now let's go. Mother and Joseph have been asking for you," I declared, getting out of the bed.

"Should I tell them what happened?" she wondered, as I stretched my hand to her to help her out of bed. "I'm sure they're not going to like the fact that there were drugs at my place."

"You're not responsible of any of this. Don't worry about that. They love you, they won't judge. You know they're not the kind of people to judge."

"That's true," she smiled, and got on her tip toes to give me a loving kiss.

***
June's point of view

It was nine in the evening when the rest of the Jacksons, aka Katherine, Joseph and Tito and the kids, decided to leave after we had diner.

Tito and Michael didn't talk much together during dinner, but he had to stay because the kids wouldn't go. It saddened me to see them this way, but there was nothing I could do. This was between the both of them, and I wasn't going to interfere.

I, however, had the chance to have a conversation with Joseph and Katherine alone, where I got to tell them what happened the night prior, and obviously the reason why I was late. At first, the look in their eyes scared the shit out of me. I thought they would told me I was no good for their son, and that they didn't want me to get married to him. Hopefully, they didn't. They actually offered me their support, and praised me by telling me I was strong and brave. Joseph repeated a few times that I needed to call him if I ever needed a lawyer or some private detective.

Yeah, a detective. I was quite confused as well when he told me this, but it wasn't a dumb idea. If I had a private detective following Paulina, I would know when she was up to no good.

As for Janet, and later on LaToya, they offered me their fists, which isn't bad as well.

This whole day turned out to get better than the way it started, and all thanks to the Jacksons. This was always the effect they had on me. When I'm amongst them, I feel loved, and most importantly, I feel in the right place, where I belong.

When it was Tito's turn to say goodbye, Michael gave him a hug and apologized for what he said. To my biggest pleasure, Tito apologized as well, and I couldn't help but smile at the scene before my eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he sincerely said, patting Michael's shoulder. "It's just-- I want my boys to be happy, and I remember the times where we were always rehearsing. We were just kids, and we were tired all the time. I don't want them to go through this."

"They won't have to go through this. I'm not asking you to produce them and send them on tour, I'm just telling you that they should come into the recording booth to see what they got. I didn't mean to sound arrogant or--"

"No, you're right. My kids are pretty talented," he grinned, looking back at the car where his boys were. "I'll send them to you when you're free."

"R-Really?" Michael asked, his eyes lightning up with excitement.

"Yeah. I'm curious and quite excited to see them in an actual booth," he laughed slightly.

"Thats awesome," Michael cheered, hugging his big brother. "Send them to me whenever you want. I'll take some free time for them."

"Okay," he nodded, chuckling at Michael's excitement. "I should probably let them know now. Good night, love birds."

"'Night Tito, see ya around!" I waved, as he got into his car.

As the car disappeared in the dark, Michael lifted me off the ground, and started to spin me around like crazy.

"Michael!" I laughed, holding onto his shoulders. "Are you nuts?"

"No, I'm happyyyy," he drawled, and finally set me down again. "He finally accepted!"

"Yeah I heard," I laughed, rubbing his arm tenderly. "You really believe in them, huh?"

"I do. They're amazing! You should have heard their song, they were great!"

"I'll trust you on that, Mr. Genius," I smiled, and kissed his soft lips.

"Now I'm so full of energy! Would you like to have a... Sexy little dance session down in the studio with me, baby girl?"

"As much as I'd like to, I'm really, really tired now," I sadly said. "I slept a couple of hour at the hospital, but that's all. I'm kinda drained right now, so I'm probably going to put a movie on and fall asleep while watching, " I explained, and Michael kissed my nose.

"Of course, I understand," he gave me a little smile and pecked my lips. "I'll join you in a few, okay?"

"For sure," I smiled back, and gave him another kiss. "But I want my sexy dance session tomorrow," I smirked, as Michael and I walked back into the house.

"You can count on this," he smirked as well. "Good night, baby girl."

"Good night, honey. I love you lots."

"I love you more!" He called after me, as I was climbing the stairs, which made me smile.

"That's impossible," I muttered to myself.

I entered the master bedroom, and took my clothes off to get into my nightdress. I was really exhausted from the day, and I was longing to get into the comfy bed and relax in front of a movie before falling asleep.

I rummaged through the shelves, looking for one that I'd like to watch for a couple of minutes when I found the one I shouldn't, but wanted to watch.

Purple Rain.

I wasn't suprised Michael had it, as he always respected Prince's work.

I didn't tell Michael about Tara and I's conversation, nor did I tell him about the song Prince wrote for me.

I wanted to tell him, but I didn't find a moment to, and it wasn't quite important compared to what happened with Crystal.

I put the movie on, and finally went to bed, putting the covers over my body.

Let's Go Crazy was the first song to appear in the movie, and I couldn't help but sing along. This is a song that puts you in a good mood, no matter what.

If I say that I was watching this movie just because I like it would be a lie. I was watching it because this was the only way left I had to hear Prince's voice and to see him. There was no denying it: I missed him, and I wasn't ashamed to show it.

***

As on cue, Michael came back from down the studio when the movie was almost over. Prince was singing Purple Rain, and tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"Hey babe, you're still--" he trailed off when he noticed the screen, and my tears stained cheeks, "-- up. Sweetheart, what's wrong? Why are you hurting yourself by watching this?"

"I broke him," I sniffed, as a sweaty Michael sat on the bed near me. "Tara, she said I-- she said he's devastated and it's because of me," I sobbed, watching the screen.

"Baby I could never steal you from another. It's such a shame our friendship had to end," Prince sang, and I cried even more.

"Baby stop crying, please," Michael almost begged, gathering me in his arms and took the remote to shut the TV off.  "He's going to call, okay?"

"Tara said he's been acting all weird and they--they broke up because he asked her to marry him, and she refused and--"

"Wait, what?"

"He did that because he wanted desperately to find a way to get me out of his head. I-- I broke him."

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby," he soothed, rubbing my back. "You don't have to feel guilty for not loving him back."

"I don't, it's just... He deserves to be happy, and he could have been happy with Tara but she knew he was in love with me, and she didn't want to be married to a guy who doesn't love her as much as she does."

"Makes sense."

"He wrote a song for me. She gave it to me," I sniffed, as I started to calm down a little.

"He did?" Michael asked. I could tell he was quite taken aback by the sound of his voice.

"Yeah. He says that he's not afraid to tell me he loves me anymore in it, and that ever since he met me, his brown eyes are no longer blue," I declared, quoting Prince's exact words.

"How do you know this was written for you?"

"Because Tara said it," I shrugged and pulled away from Michael. "I don't remember the whole thing, but I'll show it to you as soon as I get the paper."

A little silence fell upon us, before Michael spoke again.

"He's going to call. You're going to see him soon, okay?"

"I hope so. I miss him."

"I know you do. I kinda miss him, too," Michael shrugged, playing with my engagement ring. "It was great to know that you had him when I was away."

"I still have Jeremy and David and also Becks and Pit, but yeah, it's not the same. Prince and you are quite alike," I admitted, taking his hands in mine.

Michael nodded, and laid a kiss on my forehead, "you should sleep now, sweetheart. You had a long, tiring day."

"Yeah," I answered, sinking in the warm covers.

"I need a shower, but I'll be fast."

Michael laid a gentle kiss on my forehead, and disappeared in the bathroom.

With all the crying I had been doing, I fell asleep in a heartbeat.