June's point of view

As I was walking in the long hallway that was leading to the master bredroom of Neverland's main house, I was feeling anxious and happy at the same time. I finally decided that I would tell Michael I never stopped loving him, and that I wanted him more than anyone else. My stomach was all tied up in knots, but I knew I had to do it. I needed to do that because spending the day with Michael was the only missing piece to my puzzle: I tried to lie to myself by saying I was over him, but after spending time with him, and seeing him again, I knew I'll probably always love him, so I gathered my courage and knocked on the bedroom's - I once called mine - door. Eveything was dark in the hallway, some branches were knocking on the windows, and the sounds of the wind blowing outside the house created an harrowing atmosphere. I didn't hear any response from Michael inside the bedroom, so I just decided to come in the room, instead of returning where I was coming from. I was scared the noises I was hearing were not what I thought they were, and that someone was following me.

I slowly closed the door behind me, and walked closer from Michael's bed, but no one was here. The only light in there was the lightening of the moon, and I was barely seeing through the darkness.

"Michael?" I whispered, walking around the room. "Are you here?"

No answers. I walked further around the room, whispering Michael name, but still nothing. I found this odd, and decided to check the bathroom. As I walked closer to the room, I noticed light underneath the door, and I instantly knew he was in here. I brushed my hair with my fingers, adjusted my pajamas, and came in the room, not bothering knocking on the door.

"Michael?" I asked, and cracked the door open. "Are you in there?"

"J-June? What are you doing here?" he asked, meeting me at the doorstep of the bathroom, shirtless. He opened the door fully, and looked at me skeptically. "What are you doing here?"

"I um, I need to, to talk to you," I stuttered, looking down. I was quite uncomfrotable with him being shirtless before my eyes because all I wanted was looking at his toned chest. "I know it's late, but something's on my mind. It couldn't wait, and there is no right time to tell you this."

"Um, okay. Just let me put a shirt on first," he said, confused.

He put his shirt on, and then we sat on his comfy bed. The same bed we made love together more than once.

"So tell me, what's on your mind? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just..." I began, and loudly sighed. "Michael, I can't stop loving you. I never stopped, and probably ever will," I admitted, not wasting anytime to tell him. I was afraid I'll chicken out, so I just blurted it out. "I made the biggest mistake by letting you go, because you're all I want, you're all I need. Damn, you're my everything, and I know I won't be happy if you're not with me anymore. When you weren't here during those two years we spent apart, I was happy, but I wasn't fully happy. You're the missing piece to my puzzle, and I love you. I know you're married now, but I got the feeling you love me too," I explained, not making eye contact with him once. "I miss you, baby. I really do, and I want to start over with you," I whispered, feeling tears in my eyes at that point, and finally looking at Michael.

His eyes told me he didn't know what to say, they told me he was confused, and that he was about to break my heart. He tried to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. None.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come and--" I began, standing up from the bed, but Michael grabbed my arm, standing up as well.

"Don't go," he whispered, begging. He didn't let go of me, he even moved his hand to place it in mine. "I-I... I love you too. I've always had, and always will," he admitted in a whisper, and a huge smile spread across his gorgeous face. "I didn't know you..."

I cut him off by giving him the kiss I wanted to give him for days, wrapping my arms around his neck. The familiar feeling gave me butterflies in my stomach yet again, just like the first time I kissed Michael. He cupped my face in his hands, and put one of his hand behind my neck to deepen the kiss even more. We couldn't have enough of each other, and you could tell this just by watching us.

"I missed you," I whispered through the heated kiss.

"Oh yeah, I can see you missed my husband, you bitch," we heard Jessica say, and we automatically let go of each other to look at the doorstep of Michael's bedroom. "Am I interrupting?"

"Jess, I-I..." Michael began, but Jessica interrupted him.

"Save it, Michael," she snapped, holding her hand up. "You're gonna get a piece of me, you bitch," she said through gritted teeth, running towards me.

"Jessica!" Michael yelled, but her hands were already around my neck.

Riiiing, riiiiing.

I nearly had a heart attack when I heard my phone ringing. I woke up in a start, all sweaty from the nightmare I had. It could have been a dream, but it was actually an awful thing: I was about to ruin a marriage, and this was not what I was planning to do. It felt so real it was hard for me to catch my breath, just like Jessica was actually strangling me. I looked down at my ringing phone in my hands, and picked the call up.

"Hello?" I said in a hoarse yet tired voice.

"June," I recognized the voice of Karl greeting me on the other end of the phone. "Did I wake you up?"

"Um, yeah, but thank you," I sighed. "What's going on?"

"Just checking up on you," he nonchalantly said.

"That's not like you to "just check up" on me. What's the real deal?"

"You're making me sound like I'm selfish and like I don't care about you," he said, and I could imagine the frown on his face.

"This is not what I meant," I said, rubbing my temple. "I'm sorry, I had a rough night."

"What's wrong?" he asked me, and I didn't want to tell him the reason why.

"Oh nothing, I just couldn't sleep. So, what's going on?" I rapidly changed of topic.

"You need to come back and be back in Paris for the day after tomorrow. We have an important show to attend, and the guy who's organizing it is really looking forward to meet you. He works with me for the Fendi house, and I told him we'd be here," he explained to me, and I understood I already had no choice but say yes.

"But, Karl--" I began, but of course he cut me off.

"I know, you had a few days more on your vacation, but your career is more important. You'll be able to chill out when your contract with the House will be over, which means, not now," he said in a calm voice.

"I'll be there on time, Karl," I sighed.

"Good, I'll see you then. Bye beautiful," he said, and he hang up.

I put the phone down, and fell back on my pillow, groaning. I just didn't want to leave sooner than expected. I was enjoying my vacation, and I didn't want it to stop. The thing that was killing me even more was to think that I had to come back to New York, say goodbye to my mom yet another time, and picked Jer and Dave up so we can all go back to Paris together. I love my job, but dealing with time differences and jet lag was something I truly hated, and this ever since I went on tour with Michael.

"A jog," I said out loud to myself. "I need a jog," I repeated, and found the strength to get out of bed.

I take a quick look at the clock on the nightstand, and noticed it was only seven. I took my little suitcase and pulled some yoga pants and a plain white t-shirt out of it. I put the clothes on, tied my hair in a high ponytai and put a hoodie over my head. I made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, and once I had my sneakers on, I was finally ready to head outside, trying to be as quiet as possible so I didn't wake Janet up. As soon as I was outside, I took all of Neverland's beauty. The workers were already doing their jobs, and the animals were peacfully eating and running in their parks. The scenery was peaceful, and I couldn't help but cracked a smile at the view. I began running over the ranch, greeting every person I met on my way. To my surprise, I didn't recognize any of them, they were all new faces.

***

After one and a half hour of jogging around Michael's property, I was finally ready to come back in the guest house. I took my hoodie off and tied it around my waist, drank from my bottle of water, and opened the front door of the house, where I found myself face to face with Michael.

"Oh hey!" I greeted him, out of breath.

"Hiii," Michael drawled, looking at me with a smile and a skeptical look on his face. "You went out for a jog?" he asked me, giggling.

"Um, yeah," I said, looking back at me. "It's a pleasure to run out here," I smiled, looking back at him.

"So you seriously went out for a jog," he stated, more serious, but still smiling. "Wow, it's quite hard to believe."

"I actually like jogging now," I shrugged.

"Where's the lazy you?" he dramatically asked, which made me laugh.

"Shut up, and move so I can go in the house," I said, pushing him away.

"Hey, easy there! Be nice to me, I brought breakfast to you!" he whined, and I laughed at him. "Go in the kitchen, I settled everything there."

"Can't I take a shower fisrt? I'm all sweaty, and I feel like I stink," I whined.

"Go in the kitchen," Michael said behind me. "Now," he added faking a stern tone.

"Okay, okay, chill man," I laughed at him, and sat at the kitchen table, where Michael sat just next to me.

"Oh damn, you're right, you really stink," he said in a disgusted tone.

"I told you so! I'm going to the shower," I stated, standing from my chair.

Michael laughed his high-pitched laugh of his and grabbed my hand to make me sit back down.

"I'm kidding, June, chill," he giggled. "You don't smell that bad," he said, putting emphasis on "that", laughing again.

"You're so funny," I ironically said, shaking my head from side to side.

"Come on, is someone being touchy?"

"Nope," I said, sitting back down, looking at all the food on the table.

"Oh-kay," he skeptically said, frowning.

Damn, he's cute.

I scanned everything Michael brought for breakfast, and noticed a little bowl with chocolate spread inside. I took it, and pretended to spread my toast with it. Once Michael looked away for half a second, I put my index finger in the bowl, and smeared his face with chocolate.

"What the!" he exclaimed, touching his face. "Chocolate? Serisouly?" he asked, laughing his ass off. "You're gonna get it, girl!" he threatened, and I stood up from my chair and began running around the kitchen.

Michael opened a cabinet, and took out flour from it. He looked at me, who was laughing at a point where I thought I'd pee on myself, and a huge grin spread on his face.

"Come here and give your Mikey a hug," he asked, pouting like a little kid. "Come," he beckoned, walking closer to me.

"Awww, I wouldn't do such a thing. I wouln't want my scent to bother you," I said, giving him an ironic smile.

"Ok, then," he shrugged, and began running after me across the kitchen.

I let out a few high pitched screams, laughing, and running to escape Michael and his flour. I quickly grabbed a bottle of water which stood on the kitchen's table, and ran some more. When I thought it was time to end this race, I opened my bottle, turned around, and sprayed Michael with the entire thing. He stopped and opened his mouth in shock before throwing flour over me. He actually emptied the entire flour bag on me. As my eyes were closed, I removed the flour from them, and opened them again to find Michael on his knees, holding his belly because he was laughing hard at me. While he didn't notice me, I went to the fridge and took out two eggs from it. I returned next to Michael, and crashed the eggs on top of his head, laughing hard as well.

"What the heck is going on here?" Janet asked, looking around the messy kitchen.

"She started," Michael said, pointing his finger at me, while I was pointing mine at him, accusing him as well.
"Come on! Be honest!" Michael said to me, standing up from the floor. "Dunk, she smeared my face with chocolate spread, see," he said, pointing at his face.

"Yup, but you taste good," I said, taking chocolate from his cheek with my finger, before licking it.

Even if I already knew it, I thought to myself, but quickly erased those naughty thoughts from my mind.

"Whoever started this, you both will clean your mess," Janet warned before taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Now, would you like to come and have a proper breakfast?"

"Yes, mother," Michael and I said in unison, which caused us to giggle at one another.

***

After breakfast, Michael and I cleaned the kitchen, having fun yet another time. We slided on the wet floor and splashed each other with water like two little kids would do while cleaning. I felt like we were even closer than when we were together as a couple. I was glad to see that, like philosph Friedrich Nietzsche once said, what didn't kill us made us stronger. I was glad to have this kind of complicity with Michael, even though it was sometimes hard to deal with the urge to kiss him, to touch him. There was still this sexual tension between us, the same there was when we started dating. When Michael was touching me the day before while teaching me how to play gold, I swear I was this close to just turn around and make love to him right there and now. He was really turning me on, but I didn't know if he did that on purpose or not, but I don't think so. Knowing him, I think he thought he was just being nice. I don't even think he had ulterior motives.

Once I was clean with fresh clothes on, I packed my stuff, and headed to the main house so I could say goodbye to Michael and Janet. I was supposed to have lunch with Pit and Callie, but unfortunately Pit called me to cancel because his girlfriend was having second thoughts about meeting me. He explained me that it had nothing to do with me, it's just that they argued again, and that she wasn't in the mood for meeting me. I told Pit about Karl's call, and of course he was sad I had to go, and also because he wouldn't be able to come by and say goodbye. I was sad too, but I knew I'll see him again soon.

"Hey guys, I'm about to go," I said as I came in the main house where Michael and Janet were waiting for me.

"Are you sure you can't stay one more day?" Janet pouted, taking my hands in hers.

"I can't Jan, I told you. Karl called, he needs me for something really important," I sadly said.

"You're coming back to Paris?" Michael asked, walking closer to the both of us.

"First I'm going to New York to pick up my two partners in crime," I said, slightly laughing, referring to Jeremy and David, "and then yeah, I go back to Paris."

"Please, give me calls," Janet asked, hugging me tightly. "You suck at keeping in touch with people."

"I know, but I promise I'll call you," I promised her, breaking our embrace. "You can count on this."

"Good," she smiled. "Here, give me your suitcase, I'm gonna put it in the trunk," she said, and I gave her my suitcase, thanking her.

I was now alone with Michael, and I have to admit it felt a bit awkwad to be here in front of him, having to say goodbye one more time. It felt like I was breaking up with him all over again, and my heart shattered into million pieces.

"Are you gonna call me?" he softly asked me.

"Only if you let me," I smiled up at him and met those big sparkly brown eyes of his.

"I'll let you," he shyly smiled back. "Only if you give me your number. I figured you changed when I tried to call after you left," he nervously giggled.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Here," I said, handing him a card with my number on it. "Call me whenever you feel like it."

"Whenever?" he asked again with a half smile.

"Whenever," I verified. "Just think Paris is nine hours ahead from here," I laughed a bit.

"Okay," he smiled down at me. "I hope to see you soon again. It was fun having you here."

"It was," I grinned and I gave him a quick side hug, just like friends would do. "Bye Mikey," I whispered in his ear before breaking the hug.

"Bye," he said, barely above a whisper with a sad expression on his face. "Take care of yourself."

"You take care of yourself too," I faintly smiled before leaving the house.

A huge lump formed in my throat when I left the house once again. It felt like déjà vu for me, and the first time was as painful as this one. I didn't want to leave him, I didn't want to live without him again, but I knew I had to. I had to deal with it, period.

"Aww, June," I heard Janet said, which tore me away from my thoughts. "Don't cry," she soothed, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"I'm not--" I began, but then I felt them. I felt the tears on my cheeks. "Damn," I whispered, and pulled away from Janet to wip my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"Hey, it's okay, I know," she said in a soft voice, rubbing my shoulder. "You feel like you're leaving him all over again."

"Stay here for a minute," I told her before running back to the house. "Michael?" I called for him, looking around for him. "Michael?" I called again.

"What's going on?" he said, coming down the stairs.

I walked closer to him and gave him a proper hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him like there were no tomorrows. I was glad to see he hugged me back with the same force. I didn't want to leave him, but after a whole minute of staying in his arms, I slowly pulled away from him, and placed a light kiss on his right cheek.

"Now I can leave with no regrets," I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. "Bye Michael."

"B-Bye," he mumbled, blushing.

I closed the front door behind me, hugged Janet one more time, and hopped in the car that would drive me to the ariport.

And with that, I had enough strength to come home.

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No Michael's point of view in this chapter, I hope you're not mad at me :(
I'll love you no matter what, anyways. You're all amazing, your comments and votes give me life! ♥
Julie