Michael's point of view

As I took a quick glance at Jessica on the other side of the bed, I noticed she was asleep, and I thanked God for this. I didn't know what got into me to sleep with her, and even to kiss her... I regretted it at the second I got into her, and I couldn't forgive myself for this. I was stuck: I couldn't tell her I did this to wash away my feelings for June because she'd be hurt I used her, I couldn't tell her I'm forcing myself to love her so I can forget about my feelings for June... I can't do that, and with what I did, I knew I was stuck with her. With all of this, I didn't even tell her that June was coming to visit us soon, and I knew she wouldn't be happy about all of this after what happened between us.

I got out of bed, trying not to wake her up, and wrapped a sheet around my bare waist. I put some underwears and pants on, and grabbed a white t-shirt before leaving the master bedroom. As soon as I was out, I put my tee over my head, and headed to the room of the house I feel the most safe: the library. I took the notepad I use to write my songs on, a pen, and flipped through the pages to find the lyrics I wrote a long time ago so I can finally finish the song I put on stand-by for two whole years: Can't Let Het Get Away.

Once I finally found it, I began writing the frist two verses that popped in my mind at the second I crossed June's stare.

I thought she had to have it,
Since the first time she came.
Who knows the situation,
Mysteries do remain.

I put the pen down for a second, and dried my now wet eyes. I didn't know it would be so hard for me to take out of my chest what I've been hiding in me for such a long time. I found myself falling in love with a wonderful woman who decided to leave me for my own good, and now I realized this woman is completely over me. And what do I do? I just fool around with a nice woman who I think has feelings for me just so I can erase the memory of my lost love. I hated myself for that. It was selfish of me.

And now I wonder why
I breakdown when I cry.
Is it something I said,
Or is it just a lie?

I try so hard to love you
Some things take
Time and shame.
I think the whole world of you
Your thoughts of me remain
I'll play the fool for you
I'll change the rules for you
Just say it and I'll do
Just make this thing come true.

There were my two first verses, and while wrtiting it, I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my eyes. It was just too much for me to bear. I had to deal with the woman I am still madly in love with but who set me free, and with the woman I'm married to but whom I'm not in love with. It's true I love her, but it's the same kind of love I have for Elizabeth. Our relationship is nothing but friendly, but after what happened between Jessica and I earlier, I knew it was the biggest mistake I've ever done in my life. However, there was still this part of me that kept telling me that I did the right choice by sleeping with Jessica, because I needed to move on.

But at what cost?

***

Manhattan, New York, April 12th 1990, 2PM

June's point of view

"What's the big deal, Karl? I don't understand your point, to be honest," I admitted to my angry manager on the other end of the phone.

"You don't need him in your life, you've been good since you walked out of his life, right?"

"I've been feeling good because I had things to keep me busy and I had help, not because I didn't see Michael for two years!" I shouted angrily.

"Change your tone with me, you know I just want your happiness," Karl stated in a calm voice now.

"You want my happiness? Then know that seeing him again after all this time made me more than happy."

"It shouldn't have made you happy, though. June, you broke up with him, and then you're caught by a paparazzo while hugging him? What the hell?"

"It was a friendly hug! I needed it, and he needed it! We both lost someone we cared for, it was only a friendly gesture, for God's sake!" I yelled once again. He was really pissing me off.

"So you're trying to tell me that you both are friends now?" he scoffed. "I don't think so. You can't be friend with the person you love, June. I know you still love him, but he's married. He's moved on, so just do the same."

"If you're implying that I begged him to take me back, then no. I didn't, and I won't, because I'm not a marriage wrecker. If he's happy with her, then I'll let him be happy with her. I want nothing but the best for him," I admitted, and I was calmer now. "Look, Karl. You know I love you, and I don't want to argue about this with you. Just know that, if I have the chance to be a part of Michael's life again as his friend, then I will."

"And you'll be distracted from what's really important, your career?" he asked me. "No, I don't think so. I don't want you to be a part of his life once again, I don't want you to be the way you was when I found you, again. I won't let this happened to you, so you're not seeing Michael Jackson again."

Before I had the chance to answer something back, the line went dead. Karl hung up on me. I groaned in annoyance, cursing him out. I sometimes feel like Karl is acting the exact same way Frank was acting with Michael: the father, commanding type. And to be honest, it pisses me off. I don't need lectures from anybody, I'm a grown ass woman, and I can do what the fuck I want to do. I know Karl only wants me to be focused on my career, but nothing will make me forget about it, because this job is really important to me.

"We're here," Eric told me which tear me out of my thoughts.

Indeed, we were here, in front of my mother's and Damon's house.

"Thank you, I'll text you if I need you," I smiled, and got out of the car.

My little suitcase in my hand, I knocked at the front door of the house, and rapidly, Jer opened the door for me with a soft smile on his face. I came in, and he gave me a tight hug.

"How are you feeling, Blondie?" he asked in my hair, tightening his hug like he didn't see me for weeks.

"I'm fine, Jer, don't worry," I said with a smile, breaking the hug. "How did things go here while I was away?"

Did I forget to mention that, when I am in New York to visit my mother, Jer and Dave are crahsing home? Yeah, they moved away in Paris with me, and they also live with me when I'm there, and to be quite honest, I'm loving it. Having those two guys with me all day long is amazing, because they're the best friends people could ask for.

"Well, as always, we've been good to your mother, and we had a good time together," he smiled. "Let me help you with that," he said, helping me taking my jacket off.

"So, where's everyone? I think I need a little talk with all of you," I admitted.

"I think they're all in the living room," Jer said, and I followed behind him. "Look who's back!" he cheered, and every head turned to me.

"Isn't this my little girl?" my mom said, walking to me. She gave me a tight embrace, just as David and Damon. "How are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine, mom," I smiled. "It was tough, but I--" I stopped mid sentence because something on the coffee table caught my eyes. I walked closer to the tabloids which was set on it, and took it in my hands. "So you already know I saw Michael there," I stated, nodding. "Fucking press," I muttered.

"So that's true? You guys met there?" Dave pressed, sitting back on the couch.

I took a seat across from him, and everybody sat back as well, all eager to hear about my story. I crossed my legs, and threw the tabloids on the coffee table. "Yes, I saw him, and we talked like civilized people, if you're asking," I proudly said, and my heart fluttered when I thought about my encounter with Michael.

"Aaaaand?" Jer drawled, which caused me to laugh slightly.

"And I was happy to see him again, that's all," I shrugged.

"Come on! You just told me that you needed to talk to us about something, there must be something else."

"You want me to be honest?" I shyly asked them, watching my hands.

"You never stopped loving him," my mom stated, looking at me with a little smile on her face.

"And you realized how foolish it was to let him go," Dave finished.

"How..."

"How do we know?" Damon asked. "We know because it shouldn't have been hard for you to talk about Michael for all this time if you were over with him."

"I didn't know it was so obvious," I admitted, rubbing my forhead. "It was more obvisous for you than it was for me, until today."

"What did you guys talked about?" Mom asked me.

"I think your mom meant: why did you hug him?" Dave said, and it caused all of us to chuckle.

"Well, to answer you questions, we didn't talk that much. Just, you know, we talked about how life has been for the both of us during those two years, and I just acted like I was over him. I don't want to be a marriage wrecker, so I just said I was happy about his marriage with Jessica," I shrugged.

"And? Why did you hug him?" Jer pressed.

"Because I wanted to, and because the circumstances allowed me to. I was sad, he was too. We both needed that hug, that's all."

"Do you think he still loves you?" Damon asked me, and I looked up from my hands to him.

"He's married, so he better not," I laughed, but it wasn't funny at all, I know. It was kind of a nervous laugh, because I had no idea of Michael's feelings towards me.

All I knew is that he was over me, and this is all that mattered. I needed to let him live his life peacefully with his wife.

"So you guys just said your goodbyes and that's it?" Dave asked in disbelief.

"Actually, no," I said, and I couldn't help but smile widely.

"What's that smile for?" my mom asked, smiling as well. "You guys are going to meet again?"

"Yes," I said, the same smile plastered on my face. "I'm leaving for Neverland tomorrow, bright and early."

"Is the bitch going to be there?" Jer asked with an eyebrow raised, and it made me laugh my ass off.

"Jeremy!" my mother scolded him. "You don't even know the girl! I'm sure she's really nice," mom said.

"She took my girl's man away from her, she's a bitch, Michelle," Jer said, crossing his arms on his chest, and I laughed even harder. This guy is awesome.

"Jer," I said, once my laughter died down. "Jessica must be a nice girl, to be with Michael. Michael loves them nice," I said, gesturing to myself, which caused everyone to laugh. "But seriously, she didn't take anyone from me. It was my choice to set Michael free, and yes, maybe I do regret it, but I'm happy to see I did the good choice. He's happy now, from what I saw, and this is all I wanted for him," I smiled, but was not entirely conviced by my own words.

"Yeah, whatever you say Blondie. Did you see Pitty-Pit?" he said, and I giggled at the nickname he gave to Pit.

"Yeah, it was good to see him as well. He told me to say hi to you guys."

"How sweet," Jer and Dave said in unison.

"Will you be able to behave yourself when you and Michael meet again?" Jer asked me, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'll have to," I sighed, and then chuckled.

***

Michael's point of view

"You can't act all jealous about this Jess, I just want to catch up with her, that's all!"

"You're inviting June, you ex-girlfriend into our house, Michael, I have the right to be mad! I told you I don't like her for what she's done to you, and you just invit her over, and I shouldn't say anything?"

"Our house? Jess, you got your own house, and this is my house first, and if I want her to come over, I can have her to come over! I'm married to you for five more months, and after what happened earlier, do you think I'll do anything to hurt you?" I asked her, and it made me realize how stupid it was to sleep with her, because she wasn't the woman I needed.

"Five more months? So you're counting down the months you have left before you have to divorce me?" she asked, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. "What did this mean to you, Michael? You just needed someone to fuck, like a fuck buddy, that's all? This is what I am to you, Michael?"

"No!" I yelled. "This is not what I meant! Jessica, you're really important to me, really. It's just, I made a mistake by kissing you and sleeping with you. I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to firgure out my feelings, and I thought it would be a good way for me to know if...--"

"So you fucked me so you can know if you feel love for me or not? That was your way for you to figure out your feelings? By saying all of this, you're hurting my feelings, Michael. You know why? Because I fell in love with you a long time ago," she admitted, and started walking away from me.

She said it, I knew it, I said to myself. I knew she was in love with me, but I played selfish, and didn't care about her feelings. What an idiot.

"Jess!" I called, running after her. Once I catched up with her, I grabbed her by her wrist, and turned her around to she can look at me. "I know I have feelings for you, ok? You just need to give me time so I can figure them out. Our relationship is one of the most complicated I've ever seen. We've done everything in the wrong sense: I married you, then I kissed you, then we had sex... And I didn't know you were in love with me. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you were," I lied sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry. I-I understand..." she said, looking down at her feet. "Try hard to love me, please. Don't go breaking my heart, Michael," she pratically begged, and it hurt me deeply.

"I won't," I said, and gave her a hug.

She broke our embrace, and stood on her tip toed to lay a gentle kiss on my lips. I kissed her back, imagining it was June in front of me. As our lips were sealed together, Pit enterred the room and I immediately parted from Jess's lips.

"Um, Michael. Janet's on the phone," he informed me.

"Thank you," I said, before living Jessica to go in the living room. "Hey Dunk," I greeted my little sister through the phone.

"Michael Joseph Jackson!" she yelled. "Why are you hugging June on every tabloids of this country?"

"Huh?" I just said, not knowing what she was talking about.

"You didn't see it? You've been caught hugging each other at the funerals!"

"I um, I didn't know," I sincerely said with a smile, remembering her hug.

"You didn't know you hug her?" she said with an attidude.

"Yes, I mean I didn't know it was in the press already," I admitted.

"It is, and you better tell me what the hell was that all about! Should I remind you you're married?"

"Jan, calm down," I said in a low voice. "I thought you liked her."

"I do, a lot, but you don't hug your ex girlfriend when you're married, Michael."

"I know," I sighed. "But you know where my heart is," I whispered, so Jessica couldn't hear me.

"Yeah, I know. Just wait a bit so your contract is over, and then you'll be able to do whatever you want to," she said, and I could feel her smile through the phone.

"Yeah," I sighed again. "I need to talk to you about some things..." I admitted.

"What things?" she asked, and I could feel concern in her voice.

"I can't talk about it right now, but maybe you could come over tomorrow night? June is coming over too, so maybe--"

"She's... WHAT?" Jan pratically yelled.

I think I need to explain some things to my baby sister, I told myself.

***

Neverland Ranch, Los Olivos, California, April 13rd 1990

June's point of view

As I passed the gates of the place I once called home, a rush of different emotions came within me. I was so happy to come here again because I loved this place to much, but on the other hand, I was sad coming back here knowing that it wasn't my place anymore, and probably won't ever be again. At the second I got out of the care, Bubbles, the baby chimp who was now a grown-up came running towards me, and hugged my legs. It felt like déjà vu for me, because this is the exact same thing he did the first time I came here. I picked him up, and he hugged my neck tightly. I was amazed to see that he recognized me. I swear those animals are so intelligent. I was delighted to see him again.

As I walked closer to the house with Bubbles in my arms, thousands of memories ran through my mind: the days I spent with Michael here, the day I saw Beverly again because Michael had her come here just to make me happy, the day I met Ryan for the first time... Those kind of memories I cherrish with all my being.

Once I rang the doorbell, I felt these butterflies in my stomach, just thinking about seeing Michael again. Once he opened the door with a smile on his gorgeous face, it felt like the number of butterflies I had multiplied by three. He looked amazing. He was wearing black slacks with one of his numerous red buttom up shirt, and his hair fell freely on his broad shoulders.

"Hey, looks like someone was here to welcome you," he smiled, looking at Bubbles in my arms.

"Yeah, he came running to me like I was a giant banana," I laughed, and Michael laughed along with me.

I missed this cute high-pitched laugh of his.

I place a little peck on Bubbles' head, and put him back down before coming in the house after Michael invited me in. I looked around me, and nothing changed. The main house was as beautiful as I could remember.

"I missed this place," I admitted, still looking around. "No matter where you're from, you--"

"...automatically feel home when you set foot here," Michael finished my sentence with a smile. "I never forgot," he shrugged, looking at his feet. "I know you love it here."

"I really do, and--"

"Here she is!" a familiar voice cut me off from behind me. When I turned around, my eyes widened and a huge smile spread across my face. "Janet?"

"Hey girl!" she said with a huge smile before giving me a tight hug. "It been a while!"

"Um, yeah! How've you been?" I asked her, breaking our embrace.

"I've been wonderful, thank you," she flashed her perfect smile.

"I bought your album, and damn is it good!"

"Aw, thank you! And I bought the dress you wore for that show you did back in Dallas," she smiled.

"It's such a wonderful d-" I said, but was cut off by Michael clearing his throat behind me. "What?" I asked him with a smile. "I'm glad to see your sister again!" I said, hugging Janet once again.

As Michael was about to say something, Jessica came from behind him, and took his hand in hers. Protective much?

"You didn't tell me June was there, baby," she smiled up at him, and I could read the uneasiness on Michael's face, thing she wasn't able to see, apparently.

"She just got here," he said in a monotone voice. "So June, this is Jessica, my wife," he introduced me to her. I took a step closer to the bit-- sorry, to the... Woman, and shook her hand.

"This is nice to meet you," I said, smiling. "I heard good things about you."

"Well, I wish I could say the same thing," she sarcastically smiled.

What a... Fucking bitch.

"Whatever," I said with the same sarcastic smile.

I saw Michael uneasiness as he tightened his grip on Jessica's hand. Can't she behave herself for the well being of her husband?

This is going to be a wild day.