A/N: This chapter is a little special, because it's about Prince and June only. I felt like I needed to do one like this in order to see what's the relationship between the two really is, and to know more about Prince's character too. It was quite hard to go through this one again. It been written for a whole week, but just didn't have the strength to re-read it again after Prince's tragic passing. It was the hardest chapter I had to write because I really lost my second idol, and you guys know how hard it is to loose one. However, I felt like I had to keep on writing about him to keep on making him live through my words.

This one's for you, angel. 

June's point of view

I stood there frozen for a couple of minutes, just watching Prince walk away from me, without knowing if I should run after him, or just let him go. By the time I was battling with my own thoughts, of course, he had disappeared, and it was too late for me to follow him. While I thought I had Prince figured out, this was moments like this which made me understand that this guy would remain a mistery for me, and surely for most people he knows. I shook my head in disappointment, and gained my composure back before going back to the room where Jer was probably looking for me.

I didn't want to feel sad about this, because a part of me knew that it would be best for Prince and I to stay away from each other: him so that he can forget about the feelings he had for me, and me because I didn't need another person to be worried about at the moment.

I couldn't ignore the wave of joy and relief I felt when I heard his voice, and when I saw his face, though. I care so much about him, the same way I care about Pit, Jer or Dave, my best friends. Thing is, I feel like Prince gathers the three of them in his tiny figure. He has the gift to make me laugh like Jer does, to take care of me like Dave does, and to make me feel safe the way Pit and Michael do. He's the best friend someone could ask for.

At least, that's what I thought. With that encountement we had, I didn't know anything anymore. I didn't know the person I talked to, and I surely didn't like this person. Prince rarely drank, and now he was wasted and about to have a threesome with some groupies.

I pushed those thoughts aside, and decided I would just enjoy this evening with my best friend and Becks, and nothing or no one could prevent this to happen. Not even Prince Rogers Nelson.

"Hey Blondie, where the hell were you?" Jer asked me, with two glasses in his hands, looking like a lost puppy.

"I'm right there," I smiled in one cheek, taking my glass from his grasp. Without thinking, I pulled Jer in a warm embrace, mentally thanking him for stucking with my ass for that long. "Thank's for being here, Jer."

"What's that for?" he chuckled, pulling away from me.

"I'm just glad you're here. I've been missing you these days," I admitted, looking from him to the floor.

"Blondie, what's wrong?" Jer asked in a soft voice, titling my chin up so that I could meet his worried eyes.

"Nothing Jer, really. I'm fine."

"With you saying this, now I know you're not fine. I know you better than this, June. Spit it, what's going on?"

"I am fine," I ennunciated once again. "Please Jer, let's enjoy this evening together, okay?" I sighed, looking at him with a little smile. "Would you drop it so that we can have fun together like old times?"

My friend frowned at me, but eventually, he gave in, giving me a not-so-convincing 'okay'. I grinned at him, and linked his arm with mine, to go and greet some of the movie stars I knew that was there like a good friend of Michael's, Sylvester Stallone, who I met years ago while I was touring with Michael on his Bad Tour.

"Well damn, isn't that the lovely Ms. Wellington?" Sylvester greeted in this deep, hoarse voice of his. "It been a while!"

"Hi Sylvester," I greeted with a smile, my arm still linked with Jer. "Yeah, it been almost two years, I think."

"Right," he nodded with a smile. "And you are?" he asked Jer who was standing beside me.

"I'm Jeremy, June's best friend," Jer kindly answered, shaking his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stallone. I really admire your work."

"Psssh, come on, I'm no mister here, call me Sylvester," he waved a hand, smiling. "But thank you, though."

We did small talk with him while waiting for the movie theater to open its door. I hoped to see Eddie before it started, but he was nowhere to be found. 

Secretly, I hoped Prince would try to find me back and apologize for treating me like a stranger, but of course, he didn't show up. It seemed like he wasn't the man who left me a few weeks ago anymore, and I wasn't interested in talking to this person.

I tried to convince myself that he wasn't worth talking to, actually.

***

When the movie was over, Jer, myself and Becks (who joined us later on during the movie), stood up and cheered. Eddie, who was in the front row, stood up and bowed, being his funny self as usual. He received a few confratulation hugs here and there, until he reached our seats.

"You made it!" he exclaimed with a grin, before pulling me in a hug. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad to be here as well," I sincerely said, pulling away. "I truly loved the movie! I'm sad Michael wasn't able to be there. He'd have loved it too, I'm sure."

"Hopefully he'll watch it later," he chuckled, but stopped and made one of his infamous funny faces. "Nahhhh, he won't."

"Come on! Why? I'm sure he will!" I defended my fiancé with a smile, hitting Eddie's shoulder slightly. He gave me yet another funny look, but this time, with an eybrow raised and his arms crossed on his chest. "What now?"

"The guy didn't even see half of his best friend's movies, and you're tryna tell me that he's gonna watch mine?" he asked in this high pitched voice he takes when he's joking.

"Touché," I laughed, just like Jer and Becks next to me. "I'll make him watch it. He missed out, you did a great job, Eddie."

"Thanks," he sincerely said, leaving his comedian persona. "Hey, I'm having an after party at my place right now, would you guys like to come?"

"Um, I don't think—"

"I think this is a great idea," Jer chimed in, grinning. "You said you wanted to have fun, then let's have fun!"

I turned my head to Becks to see what she thought about it, and she just shrugged, translating that it was up to me, and only me.

"Say something," I asked my manager, and she put her hand on my shoulder.

"We'll be there, Eddie," she smiled, answering for me.

"Great!" the comedian grinned, clapping like my eight-year old godson, which made me smile. "Here's the adress," he said, taking a card from his inner jacket pocket, and gave it to me.

"Who's coming?" I asked out of curiostiy, examining the card in my hands before focusing on Eddie again.

"Oh you know, just a few hundreds of people," he joked, shrugging. "The crew, the cast, a few friends, a few members of my family," he listed, and stopped abruptly. "Wow, that's a bunch of people," he tapped his chin, realizing what he just said. "The more, the merrier, I guess, uh?"

"Yeah," I giggled slightly. "We'll see you there, then."

"Sure thing. See y'all soon," he smiled, touching my shoulder before carrying on with his greetings.

Jer, Becks and I left the movie theater and made it back to the car. Jer opened the door for me and my manager as the gentleman he is, and went to seat in the driver's seat, while I sat in the passenger's and Rebecca on the back seat.

"Sylvester Stallone is fucking impressive in flesh and bones," Jer stated, as he started to drive off to the address Eddie gave us.

"Yeah," I smiled, laughing slightly through my nose. 

"Okay, time to break the ice," Becks said from behind me. "What's the matter with you?" 

"W-What? What do you mean?" 

"You were obviously looking for someone the entire time we were there."

Busted. 

"No, I wasn't. What makes you think this?" I lied openely. 

"No reasons," she nonchalantly said, leaning back in her seat. "Just sayin' you're acting all weird." 

"I support this," Jer chimed in, his eyes glued on the road. "You act like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm pretty sure that ghost's name is Prince," Becks snorted me, and my eyes widened slightly. 

"What? Shut up!"

"Tell me I'm wrong," she taunted, and I could imagine the smirk on her face. 

"Blondie?" Jer questionned as I stayed quiet, with a mix of emotions in his voice. "You saw him?" 

"Prince wasn't here," I lied again. 

"Oh, really? I could have sworn I saw him with two brunettes back there."

"What's your point, Becks?"

"I just wanna know what happened." 

"Nothing."

"Blondie, we're your friends, you know you can talk to us," Jer encouraged me, patting my knee. 

"I'm not lying. Nothing happened. I saw him, he saw me, he was wasted, he walked off. Here, end of the story." 

"That's all?" 

"Yes."

"You wanna talk about it?" my manager kindly asked, and I felt her hand on my shoulder. 

"There's nothing to be said. He acted like I was some stranger, so I'm gonna do the same." 

Why the fuck you're lying, June?

"You know just as well as us that you're not gonna give up on him that easy, even though I keep on thinking that you're better off without him."

"I have to agree on that," Becks said. "You're about to get into the craziness of preparing your wedding, you don't need to worry about this guy. I feel he can't be trusted. He's sketchy."

"You don't know him," I shook my head in disagreement. "Prince is my friend, and I care about him just as much as I care about you guys."

"He's a friend who's in love with you. It can't be good. It's not heathly to have a friendship like this, believe me," Jer softly said.

I didn't want to start a fight about all of this, so I just stayed quiet, signaling both of my friends that the conversation about Prince was over. 

I knew I needed to get him out of my head, but I needed explanations first. Without it, I couldn't move on. 

***

As I walked further in the house, I recognize a few people here and there, mostly actors from the movie, but I didn't know most of them. To me, it looked like a college party, to be honest. The house was packed with people in every corner, and they were dancing all over the place with cups in their hands.

I knew this was not a good idea to come here.

Ever since the party at my place occurred, I became a little reclutant to go to parties. Especially this kind of parties where people get drunk and, certainly, do drugs.

"Do we have to be here?" I asked Jer and Becks over the loud music.

"Come on, have fun, girl! Have a drink, and dance!" Becks encouraged, as she walked off to the bar.

"Jer, seriously, I can't be here. I don't feel like partying anymore."

"What?" he asked me over the loud music, while dancing. "I can't hear you! Come on, move your body, Blondie!"

"I'm gonna find the bathroom!" I shouted, and Jer nodded, and returned to his dance moves.

I examined the people in there closely, while opening the doors to find the bathroom. This house was enormous, and I didn't have the patience to even look for the room, so I decided to just ask to one of the people in there.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I asked a black, stunning woman, who looked in her mid thirties.

"Oh dear Lord in heaven, June Wellington, hi," she said, her eyes wide, and a hand placed over her heart.

"Hi..." I politely smiled back, waiting for the woman to tell me her name.

"Um, Ashley. I'm sorry, it's just that I didn't expect to see you here. Is Michael Jackson with you?" she asked, hopeful, and I slightly chuckle at this.

"No, sadly he's not," I answered gently. "Can you tell me where I can find the bathroom, please?"

"Uh, sure! This is my cousin's house," she shook her head slightly, blinking a few times. "You go down this hallway, and then it's the second door on the left."

"Great, thank you, Ashley," I smiled, touching her shoulder slightly, before walking away from Eddie's cousin.

"Excuse me!" I harsly exclaimed, annoyed with the over-crowded place, as I pushed through a bunch of people. "This is fucking annoying."

When I arrived at the second door Ashley told me was the bathroom, I looked around me quickly, and opened the door. As I was about to enter the room, I blinked a few times, and looked on my left again. I recognized him, his long white coat on with his back facing me. He was pretty close to another woman, different from the two brunetttes he was with earlier, which made me roll my eyes mentally.

"Emily," Prince whispered, playing with the woman's hair. "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful flowa like ya," he slurred, his words tumbling from his mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables.

The girl, or should I say the groupie, was seduced, and I could tell just by the way she was looking at Prince; the same way women look at Michael all the time. She blushed hard at his words, and Prince leaned down towards the woman's lips, losing his balance a bit. Before he could do another move, I harshly took his forearm, and dragged him in the bathroom, locking the door behind the two of us after checking we were all alone in there. I hid the door's key in my bra while Prince had his back turned to me, and crossed my arms under my breast, studying him closely.

He was there, in front of me, barely standing on his own two feet, and I felt sorry for him. It was not like him to be in this state. He was becoming his old self again, and I was hating it, there was no denying it.

"Ya changed yo' mind apparently. Y'wanna do dat here?" he spoke in that drunken speech, turning around to look at me.

He licked his alcohol drenched lips, and walked closer to me before wrapping his hands around both of my forearms. He studied my face, and got closer to my lips, and the smell of hard liquor invaded my nose instantly.

I searched for his stare so that I could see the Prince I knew through his eyes, but he always avoided eye contact with me; he was too preoccupied focusing on my lips and clevage.

"Prince, stop," I whispered, pushing him away by his shoulders. "You're not yourself."

"Lemme kiss ya," he whispered back, getting closer again, "just one mo' time."

"No, get off of me," I pushed him away again. "You don't want to do that, you know I'm with Michael. This is the alcohol talking."

"No it's not," he denied, his grasp on my forearm tightening. "I want ya."

"Stop it, you're hurting me," I pleaded, pushing him away harder this time, which allowed me to escape his hold. "This is not you."

"That's where ya're wrong, da'ling. This is me," he affirmed, turning around to see me.

"So you're getting drunk now?"

"You too, from what I heard," he chuckled, losing his balance again.

"Wh—Damnit," I shook my head, ignoring his last statement. "What happened to you?"

"So y'care now?" he laughed, leaning on the sink to help him stand in place.

"What the fuck is your problem? Why are you so mean to me?" I asked, not understanding his behavior. "I've always cared about you, what the fuck, Prince? You're the one who said you needed time, you're the one who never answered my letters or my calls!"

"And after all of that, y'keep on getting attached, poor thing," he laughed an evil laugh. "Why? Are ya simply dumb or what?"

I stayed quiet, throwing daggers at the stranger that was in front of me. This wasn't the man I met, this wasn't the man I cared about.

"Truth just hit ya in the face, so now y'mute?"

"This is not you," I muttered, as he was walking closer to me.

"It is, so stop sayin' this. Get over this."

"I can't believe it."

"Ya need to believe what's in front of you. The man you talkin' to right now, is the real Prince. The Prince ya knew was just a fuckin' facade. You even too dumb to notice that."

"Maybe I'm too dumb yeah, but I'm not a coward, and I'm not gonna let you in that state."

"Lemme live my life. We're not together, I don't owe you anythin', and you don't either," he calmly said with a smirk.

"I can't leave your dumbass like this, this is not you! Wake the fuck up!" I shouted, throwing my hands in despair.

Prince's body stiffened, and I noticed his whole demeanor changed within a slip second.

"Why the fuck do ya care so much?" he harshly questionned, his voice louder than it used to be.

"Because I love you!"

The words came out of my mouth without even being planned or thought about. I didn't mean to say that this way, even though I really loved him. There was a part of me that loved him, and at a point in my life, I thought I was in love with Prince.

"What?"

"I love you! That's what you wanna hear? Then fine! I'm like this because I fucking love you, Prince!"

"You love me?"

He looked at me with a newly found hope in his eyes, and I felt guilty for the words that were about to slip out of my mouth.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that this way.

"I—I uh, I care about you. I really do. It's like a piece is missing since you left. You're one of my best friends, and I need you in my life. Don't make me hate you, please.

"You said that I made you see what love really looks like, right? Then love is also about loving people, caring about them without automatically being in love with them," I spoke, walking closer to the sink where he was. "Maybe I'm not in love with you, but I love you. The totality of you. Your delightful sense of humor, your smart ass mouth, your way to protect me, and the way you look at me in the eyes like I'm the most important girl in this world," I declared, and a lump formed in my throat. "What happened to the person who believed in love? What happened to you?"

The veins on his temples were visible by now, and the look he was giving me caused every single hair on my body to raise. He finally made eye contact with me, and I realized his eyes were darker than usual, like two black holes had taken the place of his so beautiful deep brown eyes.

"You. You happened to me," he coldly said after a few seconds of staring at me, and my heart fell at the pit of my stomach.

"Wh—What does this mean?"

"That I don't want ya in my life anymore. Stop callin', stop lookin' for me, stop missin' me, just forget about me. Forget I ever existed."

He tried to walk out the door, but I grabbed his arm, and pushed him on the closed door. I put both of my hands on his shoulders, and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Prince, stop it! You're not like this. You don't get wasted like this, you don't fuck around anymore as well. Why are you wasting your time with this shit while you could be an awesome man? You're better than this, and I can help you—"

"Get off of me," he harshly said, his eyes darkened by the anger he had in him. "This is all 'cause of ya."

"No. Talk to me!" I argued, cupping his face in my hands.

"I said get off of me!" he yelled, pushing me away so harshly that I fell on the ground, which caused me to grimace at the slight pain. "You don't tell me who I am! Nobody tells me who the fuck I am! I'm the motherfucker who tried to ruin your life, and you still want me in yo' life? You're the one who's got a problem here. Now leave me the fuck alone."

His speech became clearer as he spoke, like the effect of the alcohol he had been drinking was vanishing little by little.

I watched him struggle to open the closed door while getting back on my feet. He was getting more and more frustrated when he noticed he couldn't get away from here, but I wasn't afraid of him, even after he pushed me the way he did.

"I knew you'd run away, so I locked us up," I explained, taking the key from my bra. "You wanna know why I knew that? Because that's exactly what I used to do. Running away, avoiding my problems instead of finding a solution to them. We're both cowards."

"Gimme the damn key," he asked, not turning around.

"Not before you tell me why you keep saying you ruined my life. You said that to Tara, and you just said it again. Why?"

"The key, June," he repeated in a colder tone, his back still facing me.

"Fuck off," I calmly answered.

"Don't make me lose my shit."

"I'm not budging until you talk to me."

"I'm claustrophobic. Lemme out."

"Cut the bullshit, you're not claustrophobic! Why the fuck is this so hard for you to talk to me? You really think that you ruined my life by bringing Michael and I together? Okay, fine, then tell me why!"

"I didn't say that."

I was fuming at that point, and I couldn't stand his ass any longer. I turned him around by his left shoulder, and pushed his back on the door, "I'm tired of your shit, Nelson, open your damn mouth and tell me what you mean!"

"Gimme the damn key."

"Here's your fucking key, now talk!" I shouted, putting the key in his hand.

"Back off, I don't want to hurt you again."

"So you can run away like a fucking coward? No way."

"Go on, hate me. This is best for you," he calmly said, playing with the key in his hands.

"Don't tell me what's best for me because you don't know shit about what's best for me."

"All I know is that I got a lot on my plate these days, and I don't need to worry about you on top of all of this shit. If you love me the way you claim you do, then you'll stop bugging me, and let me live my life away from you. This is best for the both of us."

"I read the song you wrote about me. Stop playing tough when I know you're not."

He stayed quiet, but his eyes widened a bit at my words.

"I'm so scared of losing you, I really don't know what I'd do. Can't bear the thought of another day apart," I recitated, and his now glossy eyes met mine. "I didn't get the first verse because it was nothing but scribbles."

"I c—Tara didn't have the right to give you this," he rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"But she did. You need me in your life, no matter what you say, and I need you too."

Prince shook his head, and he brushed his hands over his face. He then put the key in the hole, and looked back over his shoulder to me. He got closer to me, and laid a gentle kiss on my forehead before making his way back to the door. He opened it, and, without turning around, he said something that I would have never imagined.

"You don't need a guy that thought it would be fun to ruin your relationship because his freaky former manager told him to. You don't need that kinda asshole in your life."

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A/N: So now you know why it was so hard for me to write this chapter. This is not the way Prince was, and I don't want you guys to feel like I'm insulting him in any kind of way. I would never insul him or make him look like a bad guy intentionally. This is a work of fiction, don't forget about this.
Prince was really important to me, he was my rock in the storm Michael caused when he passed, and now I really feel super empty because they're both gone. 
I hope you liked the chapter even though Michael wasn't in it, and I'm sorry if it's not the best. 

Rest In Peace, my little Prince. I miss you already.