June's point of view

Manhattan, New Yok, April 4th 1990

"Come on, mom! It's not even funny," I said, slightly laughing.

"It is funny! I cracked this joke at work, and they were all laughing," she proudly said. "Tell her yourself, Damon!"

"Well, a few were chuckling, yeah," he admitted, while coming back to the table where my mother and I were gathered with a bottle of wine in his hands.

"They're a good audience, because this joke sucked," I giggled.

As you can see, things have changed between my mother and I. It took around a year for me to accept she fell in love again, but I think I'm good with this situation now. Things were kind of weird at first, because I didn't speak to her a long, long time, but one day, I just decided I needed to face reality. I missed her, and Karl gave me a few days so I can go to New York and fix things with my mother. As soon as I was back, Damon took me aside and apologized over and over again for what happened between us back in 1988, but I forgave him. He explained he just acted out of love and anger. He was really mad at me for taking my mother responsible of her feelings: we can't control our feelings. The heart has its reason that Reason can not know. They moved away in Manhattan together, and I became upset at first because I didn't want my mother to sell the house I grew up in, the house my father once owned, but then, I understood in needed to move on from the past, because I couldn't continue to live in the past: I needed to live in the present.

"Whatever," my mom said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Where are Jeremy and David?"

"They had an appointment with Oprah's assistant. Apparently she still wants me to give her an interview, but I really wanted to stay here with you, so I asked them to go for me," I explained.

"They're really good at their new jobs, aren't they?" Damon asked, smiling.

"Yeah," I smiled. "It's so fun to have two of your best friends as assistants. The fact that Jer lost his job was not a bad thing, after all."

"Doesn't he miss being a doctor? I mean, it's not the same thing at all," my mom laughed, sitting back on her chair next to Damon.

"I don't think so. He seems to really enjoy being my assistant. Well, he's not quite my assistant. He's a lot of things, actually," I laughed. "He's more like my agent, and my doctor," I chuckled again, "and he deals with my schedule with Karl, while Dave is more like my fashion assistant. He advises me what I should wear, he helps me with my hair and make up. They're both really helpful, honestly. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have them."

My mother hummed in response, "So you're finally down to do this interview for Oprah, huh?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I asnwered, putting my glass of wine down. "Karl said it would be a good thing because she's really influent in her field, so I accepted."

"You know you don't always have to listen what this man's telling you, right? He's not that good of an adviser."

"Please, not that again..." I pleaded. "I get that you don't like him, ok, even though I don't see why."

"I already told you why. Sweetie, since you work for that man, you lost too much weight, and I don't like this."

"Mom, I'm a model, I need to keep my figure," I explained. "Karl is paying for a fitness intstrucor for me, and he makes sure I have healthy food to eat. He really care about my health, you should be happy about this. And I'm not even that thin," I added.

"See? It looks like he wants you to be the way he wants you to be, and I don't like it," she explained. "He changed your hair, he changed you style... He changed everything."

"But he brang back what was good in me. Well, him and doctor Jones, but he's a part of my well-being now," I tried to convince her, but I knew it would be hard. She's such a stuborn ass.

"June, honey...," my mom sighed. "I'm glad the old you is back, but I wished you could look the same, physically speaking."

"What, you don't like my new style?" I asked, frowning.

She didn't ever tell me much about my new appearance. I mean, nothing major happened to me, I just changed my haircut. My long blonde hair is gone, I have shorter hair now. It used to stopped in the middle of my back, but now it stops just under my shoulders. I also dried it a bit, it's now a darker shade of blonde, and I have to say I like it very much. About my style, I guess I could qualify it as more sofisticated. I don't wear jeans or even pants a lot anymore. I replaced them by pencil skirts, blouses and fancy dresses. I switched my old converses with hundreds of pairs of high heels. I rarely go out without heels now. It's true, I really changed on the outside, but on the inside, I think I came to a point where I am myself again, and it feels good. Karl wanted me to see another therapist, but I kept going with Dr. Jones, because she better than anyone knew what I went through. She helped me a lot with my new life, and God knows I was broken from the inside.

"I do. You look like a grown-up now, and I like it. I'm just saying it's still a bit too soon for me to get used to the new you, you know," she explained to me, slightly smiling.

"You'll get used to it, I promise," I smiled back, rubbing the top of her hand with my thumb.

"Does you man likes it?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows, which made me laugh.

"Mom, I don't have a man," I laughed back.

"Come on! I know there's someone, but you're not telling me," she said, trying to get information from me. "Are you back with Michael?" she asked, a huge smile on her face.

"You're not getting any information from me, mom," I told her, shaking my head from side to side.

"Okay, okay," she said in defeat, "but I know there's a man in your life."

"Whatever, mom," I laughed, standing up from my chair. "Look, I gotta go. I'll be back tomorrow," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too honey, be safe."

"I will, don't worry," I smiled. "Bye Day!" I called for Damon who was now in the living room, watching TV.

"Bye girl, be safe!" he called back, and I smiled.

Damon and I talked a lot about what happened, and now everything's looks like nothing ever happened. I learnt to know him, and he's a sweet guy, really. He's caring, and I can tell he really loves my mother. They both still work together, and from what I heard, they do a hell of a job together. My mom, who was first his assistant, became kind of his righ-hand woman. When he has new cases, both of them just work on them together, and they do a hella good job.

Once I was in my car, I took my phone out of my purse, and dialed the familiar number I use to call for months. After two ringtones, his recognizable voice rang into my ear, and I automatically smiled.

"Hey, princess," he greeted, which caused my smile to grow wider.

"Hey there," I greeted back. "Are you there yet?"

"Yeah, I just arrived at the hotel," he explained. "Didn't foget the adress?"

"Nope, I have it here," I said, taking the piece of paper with the adress on it in my hands. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Can't wait to see you, beautiful," he admitted, and I smiled.

"Me neither, I miss you," I sincerely said before hanging up.

I just couldn't wait to see him.

Michael's point of view

I put my phone back on the nightstand, and laid on the bed, and looked at the ceiling, absorbed in my thoughts. Things have been crazy lately, and I felt myself being more tired as days passed. As tired as I was, I needed some compagny, and that's the reason why I called the only woman who would be able to cheer me up to come back in this hotel room I had to stay in for a day. Tomorrow, I'll receive a humanitarian award, and I'll be invited by President Bush himself as a guest oh honor at the Children's Museum fund-raising reception. I'm very honored to receive this kind of award, because I'm really committed to children's well-being. I've been thinking about creating my own foundation. My mission would be to rescue world-wide children, protecting people against abuse, delivering medecines to children who need them, and also fight against world hunger. I would like to convey awarness on children's rights and nessecities in this world, and improve world's life standards.Those problems are real ones, and I hope the world would see these things as I do.

I've come to a point in my life where I don't have time for myself anymore. I've been working on Dangerous most of my time. Quincy and I are working very hard on this album, because we want it to be even better than Bad, or even Thriller. After the deception of the '88 Grammy's, I don't want to get through this once again. This was a horrible feeling. Eveytime the album was annouced in a category, I hoped with all my being that I would win, but I never won. After the historical result for Thriller, I didn't think a second that I would go from winning eight grammys to winning none of them. It hurt me, deeply. At that time, I was devastated by June's departure. The Grammy ceremony was around a month after she left. No one was there to comfort me the way she could. I needed someone to be there to cheer me up.

As I was deep in thoughts, someone knocked at my hotel suite, and I knew she was finally there. I dragged myself out of bed, and headed to the door. When I opened it, I put on a weak smile on my face.

"Hey handsome," she greeted, smiling.

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Hey guys!

So this is the first part of this sequel. I already wrote that one, but now I have to think about the rest, so I can't really tell you when I'll be updating again. Just wanted you to know that I'm doing this sequel :) I hope you'll like it!

Lot of L.O.V.E,

Julie