June's point of view

As I made my way to the door way of the main house of Neverland, I was wondering what Michael was about to tell me before Janet's odd intervention. I thought about a lot of things, like maybe he wanted to tell me that he realized he was still in love with me, that he wanted me back, but I rapidly erased this thought from my mind. He's married, I kept repeating myself. Then, I thought maybe he wanted to apologize once again for what happened between the both of us. I had honestly no idea. When I arrived to my destination, Pit was patiently waiting for me, his back was facing me. I ran towards him, and jumped on his back, giggling.

"What is wrong with you, girl! You scared my half to death!" he said, walking out on the porch with me on his back. "Why the hell are you barefooted?" he laughed, tickling my foot.

"Ah stop!" I laughed, and let go of his back. "I had a war cushion with Janet, so I took off my heels," I explained, giggling.

"You're so childish," he rolled his eyes playfully at me. "Now give me a proper hug," he commanded, and I didn't waste a minute to give him a hug. "It feels good to see you this often again."

I hummed in response, "Janet told me you're not staying long?" I asked, looking up at him once I broke the embrace.

"Yeah, I'm spending some quality time with Callie today. She seems to finally trust me," he said with relief. "I wanted to stop by because she asked me if she could meet you, since you're here and stuff."

"I'd love to, but I'm spending the day with Mich--"

"Oh yeah yeah, I know!" Pit cut me off. "Just think about it, that's all. Maybe tomorrow for lunch, before you go back to New York?"

"I'd love to," I sincerely said. "I hope she won't hate me too," I muttered, looking down.

"Well, she's not a fan of you, but she wants to know you, so that's a good starting point," he smiled down at me. "And what do you mean ' I hope she won't hate me too'?"

"Things didn't go well with Jessica," I said, sighing. "The bitch can't stand my ass, and I can't stand hers."

Pit snickered, "What happened? Tell me you didn't kick her ass?"

"I wish," I snorted. "She was just rude, that's all."

"Maybe she can feel you're still in love with Michael," he shrugged, and I looked around to see if Michael was around, and fortunately, he wasn't.

"Apparently, Michael told me she doesn't like me because she's mad at me for breaking up with Michael like this. I just wabted to say: 'Bitch, if we were still together, you wouldn't be married to him, chill'," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's ridiculous."

Pit laughed, "I really like when ghetto June comes out of you."

"Shut up," I chuckled.

"Seriously now, how is it between you and Michael? Is it weird of something?" Pit asked me, sitting on the bench outside the house where I joined him.

"It was when Jessica was around, but since she's gone, Michael and I had a really good time. It's like we never leeft each other," I smiled.

"Jessica left? Why?" Pit frowned.

"I don't know. Maybe she had to go check on her son or something," I shrugged, not knowing the reason why.

"Or maybe he asked her to leave so you and him can spend some quality time together," he wiggled his eyebrow suggestively, and I laughed at him.

"You're impossible," I chuckled.

"More seriously, how do you feel about being with him again? Did you change your mind about your feelings for him?" Pit asked me with a smile.

"Nope, he'll stay the one and only owner of my heart," I admitted to my friend, "but he won't ever know because he has his own life now, and this life doesn't include me."

"I knew it!" Janet exclaimed in a whisper, coming out on the porch where Pit and I were. "I knew you still loved him!"

"Janet, hush!" I scolded her. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked her, slightly irritated with her because of her eavesdropping.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hear that, but when I heard Michael's name, I just stopped and listened," she apologized.

I was seriously embarassed Janet heard me saying that I still loved her brother because, knowing the awkward woman she is, I knew if I told her to shut up about it, she'd be able to drop the bomb to Michael unintentionally. I didn't need this. I just needed Michael to carry on with his happy life.

"Janet, Michael can't know, ok?" I asked her, dead serious. "He doesn't need to know I still love him because he's happy now, and I don't want to bring drama in his life anymore."

Jan placed one hand over her heart, held the  other  one up at her side the way people do in court and  said, "I'll be a tomb, I promise. But you'll have to tell him someday."

"Not necessarily," I said, looking down. "I don't want to be the woman who breaks Michael Jackson's happy marriage. He deserves to be happy, and that's why I broke up with him. So he can be happy."

"You don't know if he's happy," Janet muttered.

"You're telling me he's not?"

"I'm not saying anything. I don't know if he's happy either. You know him, he doesn't talk that much about his feelings."

I sighed, "Yeah, I know. But he looks happy, that's all that matters for me," I forced a smile. "Where is he, by the way?"

"Um, he's somewhere on the phone with Randy," Jan informed me.

"Okay," I sighed, placing my head on Pit's shoulder. "Do you guys think he still love me? Considering, you know, the circumstances."

"I honestly don't know, princess," Pit said, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "But know it's hard not to love you," he smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"And you, Jan? What do you think?"

"I um, I-I don't know either," she shrugged. She then folded her arms on her chest, and gave Pit and I a skeptical look."Are you sure you guys are not a couple? Because the more I look at the both of you, the more I have the feeling you're actually an item," she said, and I could feel she tried to avoid the last topic. Weird.

Maybe she doesn't want to hurt me because she knows Michael doesn't love me back anymore, I thought, and I felt pain in my heart just thinking about it. Well, duh! How many times do I have to remind you he's married, my conscience scolded me.

"For the hundredth time, we're not," I giggled, pushing my thoughts away for a moment. "Why do people keep thinking this?"

"Look at you guys," Janet motionned us. "Pit has his arm around your shoulder, your head's rested on his shoulder..."

"So what?" Pit asked her with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm saying I don't do things like this with my male friends, that's all," she shrugged.

"Jan, please. The press is enough, just believe us when we say we're nothing but friends. I do that with all my friends. And after what you've heard, do you really think it'd be possible?"

"What would be possible?" Michael asked with a smile, joining us on the porch. He leaned on the door frame of the front door and looked at all of us.

"Oh um, for June to start a musical career. I told her I remember the way she sang back in Hayvenurst," she laughed. I can tell you this wasn't a forced or nervous laughed. She was really laughing at me, but I couldn't be mad: she saved me from an awkward situation.

"Oh, and I remember this too," Michael laughed along with his little sister.

"Why in the world did I never hear you sing?" Pit asked me, and both Jacksons looked at him.

"Trust me, you're not missing out!" they said in unison.

"They're right on that point," I shrugged, and I laughed along with them.

"Once, we were in Munich or Paris, I don't quite remember, and I was in the shower, singing Rock Wtih You, and June was doing her hair or something, and she sang along with me. I stopped singing, and when I got out, she was like "Am I that bad?" and I didn't say anything, I just laughed, because yeah, she was that bad," Michael narrated, giggling, and I smiled at the memory.

It was actually back in Paris. Every memory with Michael in Paris were pretty vivid to me. Well, every memory with Michael, period. Not just those from Paris.

"Shut up," I said to Michael, Janet and Pit who were still laughing at me. "You Jackson siblings got this in your blood," I defended myself.

"Speaking about siblings, Randy is about to come over here," Michael informed us. "At the second I told him you were there, he said 'Ok, I'm on my way'," Michael explained, shaking his head, and I smiled brightly. "I hope you don't m--"

"Of couse I don't mind! I'll be glad to see Randy again," I sincerely smiled.

"As fun as it seems, I should probably get going," Pit said, standing up. "So I'll see you pretty girl tomorrow for lunch, right?" he asked, looking down at me.

"For sure, let me know where you want us to meet," I smiled, and give him a hug. "Love you buddy," I said.

Well, I often say to Pit that I love him, but at that moment, I did it on purpose just to see if Michael's demeanor changed when those words came out of my mouth, but I didn't see anything.

"Love you too, ghetto princess," he replied back, and I bursted into a fist of laughter. "Oh lord," Pit muttered, and laughed, just as Michael and Janet. "I swear this girl has the most infectious laugh on the planet."

"Yes she has," Michael said, laughing as well. "Damn, I missed that laugh," he sincerely said, and when I looked up at him, he was blushing a dark shade of red.

Guess he didn't want to say that out loud, but he did, for my biggest pleasure.

"I'll see you soon, boss," he winked at Michael, and gave Janet a quick hug.

***

Michael's point of view

Randy, Janet, June and I spent most of the afternoon riding the rides in Neverland, having ice creams, talking about fun times we had together. The atmosphere was quite friendly, but I found myself wanting desperately to have June closer to me. I just wanted to take her hand, or to take her in my arms: I just wanted to feel her touch again. The thing is, even though my marriage with Jessica is fake, I knew it wasn't like me to cheat. I'm not a cheater, and I won't ever be one. I believe that, when you're committed to someone, you have to be faithful. I'm not saying that giving a hug to June or taking her hand would be cheating for me, but it feels like it, considering the strong feelings I have for her. Speaking about my feelings, I have to say that they were put to severe testing throughout this afternoon. Randy, being the flirt he is, kept taking June in his arms, telling her she was even more beautiful than she used to be, cracked corny jokes and so on. He's my brother, and we have a bortherly code to respect: we don't date exes from another brother. No matter what. I don't think June would be interested, anyway. Well, I hoped so.

"You're maybe beautiful, but damn... You really suck at playing golf," Randy teased June, which caused her to laugh, and me to smile, like everytime I heard her laugh.

"Come on, I don't even know how to hold this thing properly!" she whined, referring to the golf club she had in her hands. "It's really hard."

"My... golf club is really hard too," Randy said, wiggling his eyebrows at June. "Wanna take it?"

"Randy!" I scolded, a few meters behind the both of them. "You really can't behave yourself!"

"I'm just being nice! I just offered her my golf club," he said, faking innocent.

"Don't play dumb, naughty Jackson," June told him. "I got the hint."

"So, what do you say?" he seductively asked her.

"I'm saying I like them bigger," she sarcastically smiled, and I laughed at the scene along with Janet, "the golf clubs," she added with a smirk. 

"This girl is amazing," Janet says, next to me.

"Oh, yes she is," I dreamily said, looking at her with loving eyes.

"Stop staring, you're creepy," my little sister teased me, and I cut my eyes of off June to look down at her. "Like I said earlier, stares don't lie, so stop."

"You didn't say such a thing to me earlier," I frowned, looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Oh really?" she asked, breaking eye contact with me. "I thought so."

"Did you speak to June about what I told you?" I asked her, worried.

"No, I didn't say anything, Mike, chill," she said, before focusing on June and Randy again. "You should give the girl a hand. She can play golf as good as she can sing," she ironically said, and I laughed at her remark. 

"Hey June," I said, walking to her. "Let me help you with that," I gently said, taking the club from her hands. "First, you're taking the club the wrong way," I explained to her. "Your hands should be placed this way," I told her, showing her how to place her hands on the club. "Here, try," I said, giving her her club back.

"Like this?" she asked me like I was her teacher and she was my student.

"This one has to be higher. Like this," I explained, placing her hand with my own. At the contact of her skin, I felt like electricity running through my entire body, and I felt those butterflies again. I swallowed hard, and let go of her hand. "Now," I continued, after gaining my composure back, "Your body needs to be in line with the flag."

She placed herself in the right position, and put her hair on one side, "Is that good like this, Mr Jackson?" she asked with an half smile.

"Perfect, Miss Wellington," I smiled back, "you're a good student."

"Yeah, I know," she teased, sticking her tongue out. "What do I do now?"

"Now, to do the perfect swing, your feet should be apart at the same width of the shoulders for a mid iron shot," I began, showing her how to do. "The feet, the knees, the hips and the shoulders should all be parallel to the target. The right foot should be placed straight forward from the body, at a right angle to the line of flight, so that when you swing, the weight will come on the inside of the foot to be able to push away and do the follow through."

"Wow, it's like you're teaching me how to moonwalk again," she laughed, and I laughed along with her. "But this is much easier, if you ask me."

"Well, we'll see if you succeed," I taunted. "Now, about the swing. During the waggle, your upper body and shoulders should not move," I explained, and she really seemed captivated. "The backswing now starts with rotation, and not with the hands. The action of the arms starts with the rotation of the body, the hands maintaining the same grip pressure throughout."

"Okay," she nodded, and put herself in position again. "Is my position good?" she asked me, seriously.

"Let me help you," I smiled, and position myself behind her. I put my hands on hers on the club, and the world stopped for a moment when I felt this same electricity through my body. "Am I making you uncomfortable by being this close?" I gently asked her in her ear, and she hook her head no. "Good. Now, look at the flag and this tree in front of you, and trace an invisible line with your eyes between your ball and the flag," I instructed her, and she did as told. The scent of her hair was caressing my nose, and I enjoyed every moment of it. While she was focusing on her ball, her neck was just under my chin, and I had to fight the urge of laying tones of kisses on it. "Good," I whisper on her neck, and I think she shivered a bit. "Now I'm going to help you with the rotation and the swing," I informed her, and held her a bit tighter from behind. My heart was pounding to feel her close to me again.

"We can go, if you want to," Randy yelled playfully from behind us, and I shook my head at him. "We wouldn't want to interupt you guys," he smirked, and Janet nudged him.

"Shut up, Randy," I yelled back, giggling, removing my head for a second from June's neck. "I'll teach you as well, if you want to," I smirked, and he gave me a disgusted look. "Ready?" I asked June, finding my way back to her neck.

"Yeah, let's go," she said, before swinging at the ball perfectly. "Oh my God! I made it!" she excplaimed happily, and I let go of her.

"You did!" I laughed at her excitement. She was literally jumping up and down, and I smiled at her cuteness.

"Thank you, Mikey!" she exclaimed again, giving me a tight hug.

My eyes widened a bit at the use of the nickname she used to give me. I never heard someone else calling me that, and I could feel warmness in my heart when she called me Mikey again. It felt like old times, and I didn't want to let her go from my arms. It's like it was the place where she belonged.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to call you that," she said, breaking the hug. "It's just--"

"It's okay," I smiled at her. "I don't mind at all," I reassured. "Just, don't call me that in front of Jess," I nervously chuckled.

"Of course," she smiled back.

"That was odd," Randy said, looking down at Janet who was shaking her head at me in disapproval.

I didn't acknoledge my brother's statement, and walked to them with June following behind me. I knew I shouldn't have done what I did, but I just couldn't help myself. Janet told me I should remain friends with June, and this is what I was doing... My own way.

"Well, whatever. I should probably get going. I told mother I'd help her with dinner," Randy declared. "I'll see you guys soon," he said, giving a hug to Janet and I before tunring to June. "And you, Miss Wellington, I'm looking forwards to hear from you again. Here," he said, pulling his cell from his pocket, "here's my number. Call me whenever you feel like it," he smiled, and pulled her in a tight embrace.

"It was nice to see you again, Randy," she sincerely said and broke the hug. "See you soon."

"Count on it," he smiled, and walked away.

***

June's point of view

"Thank you for today, Michael. It was really nice to be here again," I sincerely smiled at Michael, who was walking by my side as we went out for a walk after dinner. Yes, he pratically begged me to stay, so I had to said yes. I was actually super happy to stay, so it wasn't that hard for him to convince me.

Janet's lazy ass stayed in the house, but I guess I was quite happy she didn't come. This day was wonderful, but I was really looking forward to have some alone time with Michael.

"It was nice having you here as well. I um, I missed you-your presence," he nervously smiled at me. "Having you here is like a breath of fresh air."

"Well, thanks," I smiled, blushing. "Don't you think today felt like the first time I came here?" I asked him with a slight smile.

"I was thinking the same thing," he snorted. "It's an amazing feeling, though."

"It is," I smiled up at him, and he was smiling as well.

I couldn't get enough of his smile. Hell, I couldn't get enough of him. I didn't want to say something I shouldn't, but I knew I had to apologize once again. I couldn't stop regretting leaving a person as beautiful and kind as Michael.

"I'm sorry I walked away," I sadly said. "I shouldn't have done that, and--"

"Hey, stop," Michael said, and stopped walking. "June, stop apologizing. Let's the past remain the past, remember?" he asked me, using what I told him earlier against me. "I understand you thought you did the right choice for me. I got it, and I'm not mad at you for anything. You know I'm a forgiving person. Hell, I even forgave Frank at one point," he said, looking down. "We broke each other's heart. You're not the only one respnsible of what happened to us. We visibly... Moved on," he said, unsure. It was like he was waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't say anything, and I certainly couldn't tell him I didn't move on. "Now, what I want to know is if you'd do me the honor of being my friend again?" he smiled a bit.

"Of course," I smiled back. "I'd be honored to be your friend again, Mr Jackson."

"Can we seal our freshly new-old friendship with a friendly hug?" he asked me like a little shy child.

"Come here, silly," I told him with opened arms, giggling. He bent over slightly and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, while I wrapped my arms around his torso, resting my ear agaisnt his beating heart.

After what felt like hours, I pulled away from him, and looked down at my watch.

"Damn, I should probably get going. I booked a room at the Fess Parker's hotel," I explained, and begin walking again, but Michael didn't move. "Aren't you coming?" I laughed at him.

"Stay the night," he said, but it felt more like a command. "I mean, please, stay the night?"

"Michael, I can't stay here. Jessica's going to freak out when she sees I slept here," I refused.

"Come on, please," he pleaded, catching up with me. "You could stay in the guest house with Janet. I'm sure she'd like to have a girls night with you," he smiled down at me.

"I don't know..." I sighed.

I really wanted to stay, but I really didn't want Michael to get in trouble with his wife because of me. The bitch didn't like me already, I didn't want to make things worse. Maybe she'd think this is provocation, and I wanted to avoid a cat fight.

"Pleaaaase?" he drawled, pouting. "We didn't see each other for two whole years, come on!"

"Okay, okay!" I gave up, laughing. "But it's not fair. You know I can't resist your face when you're pouting."

"You can't resist me, period," he bragged, and I laughed at him.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

We walked for a few minutes in silence, just enjoying each other's presence when a question popped in my head, "Hey Michael, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure," he softly answered.

"What did you want to tell me earlier? You know, in the library, when Janet interrupted you?" I asked, looking up at him. I noticed the uneasiness on his face at the minute I asked him this question.

"Oh um," he said, panicking. "I just wanted you to know that it was really nice to see you again," he said, faking a smile.

"You know I can always tell when you're lying, right? Don't forget I know you, Jackson," I smiled. "What's the real thing?"

Michael's point of view

Darn it, you idiot, I scolded myself. I forgot how June could read me like an open book. I wasn't used to it anymore, considering Jessica isn't able to see when I'm lying or just faking.

"Okay," I sighed. "I just wanted you to know that I'm not changing anything from what I told you about my next album, Dangerous," I said.

It wasn't completely lying, considering I wanted to tell her about this.

"Seriously?" she asked me, quite shocked. "I-I thought you'd be changing the name and taking the two songs you wrote about me off of this album," she explained.

"I don't regret what we had, and I guess this is a way for me to show you I'm not holding anything against you, that I forgave you for everything," I explained truthfully. "Now, I got a question for you: did you forgive me?"

"Yeah," she answered quickly, nodding. "I totally forgave you, and I forgot about the hard times. I just kept the good times we had together," she smiled at me.

"That's good," I smiled. "Now..." I said, and marked a pause. "The last one on the porch is a rotten egg!" I yelled, and began running towards the main house.

"Cheater! I got high heels on!" I heard June shouting from behind, and laughed at her, still running.

"Too bad!" I yelled back, giggling.

***

It was pretty late at night when I escorted June and Janet to the guest house of Neverland. After we came home from hour little walk outside, me and the girls watched a movie and ate popcorn and played Monopoly. Janet won the game, for once. She was super excited because she normally loses every game we play together, and it was really fun to witness. I had the time of my life, spending the day with my family and June – who actually was a part of my family at one point. This day made me realize how much I love being around June, and how much she still means to me. It's like I fell in love with her all over again, and it felt good. She was the girl I met three years ago: the funny, down-to-earth, gorgeous woman who asked me to marry her on an August night. She was the girl I wanted to call mine again.

"Do you have eveything you need?" I gently asked the girls, once we arrived in front of the guest house's door.

"Yup, I think we're good, Mike," Janet yawned, and gave me a hug. "I'm just going to head off to bed," she said, before yawning again. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," she sleepily said, giving June a hug.

"Night, Dunk," I said, but she was already gone.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow as well," June said, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you for today," she thanked me again, giving me yet another hug.

"My pleasure," I smile, resting my chin on top of her head. "Good night, June," I said, breaking the embrace.

I decided to lay a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking back to the main house. I didn't want to see her feedback, so I just walked away without turning back, a huge smile on my face. 

Today was a wonderful meeting between the past and the present, and I wished this day would never end.