Frank's Point Of View ~

Love you again? . . Baby?

What is going on here? 

I take my cigar out of my mouth. She is standing in front of me not saying anything. Who was she expecting back so early? Was she . . could she have been expecting Michael? Really? How did this girl even get up here and through security? I think I have seen this girl before. But where? 

"Hello? Can you hear me, girl? . . " 

"I am Frank. I'm Michael's manger and close friend. Who are you? . . " 

" . . how did you get up here?? TELL ME! . . " She steps back a little bit from the tone of my voice.

"My name . .  is umm . . Allie. My name is Allie Thomas. Michael invited me . . " 

"Michael invited you?! . . " 

"How does he even know you? . . " I ask her. 

She looks at me for a second. Where have I seen this girl from? I know I have met or seen her face somewhere before. She looks so familiar but I can't put my finger on it. I put out my cigar and light another a few minutes later. I'm just trying to think. Oh my god. I remember now. I remember this girl from Michael's show here a few nights ago. It was on Michael's first opening show here and this girl went on stage with him that night. Then Michael had finished that show,  he was determined to see this girl again. What did they say to each other when they talked? If I never agreed to leave Michael alone with this girl . . maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be standing in front of me right now. What the hell did she say to Michael on stage that made him so interested to see her again? 

"Miss Allie, I'm going to need you to sit down . . " She slowly sits down with a very worried look on her face. I pick up my mobile phone and call Michael. 

"Hey, Mike. Can you come back to your hotel room now? I just . . have to talk to you . . " I tell him. 

" . . ah sure Frank. I'll be right there . . " Michael sounds quite concerned. 

Michael's Point Of View ~

I hang up my phone and slip it back into my pocket. Oh no. Frank is at my hotel room right now?Right this second? But Allie is there. I think back and Frank didn't sound happy at all. 

Please don't tell me he knows. 

I arrive at my hotel, I put the scarf over my face and hop out of the car. I wave at all the fans screaming my name as I walk past and to the dozens of paparazzi. I quickly hop off the elevator and walk down the hall to my hotel room, opening the door quickly. I'm shaking so bad. 

"Frank? . . I'm here . . " I hear him from in the next room. 

"In here, Mike . . " 

I walk in and see Frank standing before me, looking very angry. I look at Allie, she's sitting on the lounge looking quite uncomfortable. Oh god. I'm so sorry Allie. I didn't know Frank was even coming here. He didn't tell me he was. Frank turns back to look over at Allie himself, still puffing of those damn cigars.

"Who is this girl to you, Michael? . . " Franks asks me. 

How can I tell him? How can I possibly just go ahead and tell Frank about Allie and I? What we have shared emotionally  . . especially physically. He would never understand. But I want him to know, he has too. I want to be with Allie and Frank is going to know exactly how I feel about her. 

"Frank, first of all, her name is Allie . . and I love her . . " My voice soft. 

Frank stops and looks at me with such a cold stare from my last words, as he slowly walks up to me and stands in front of me. 

"Mike, did you two do what I think you did together?" 

I nod. Frank walks over to the window, looking out as he continues to talk. 

"Michael, what are you thinking? . . " 

" . . what are you even doing with this girl that you claim to love and you think that she feels that exact way about you? . . " Allie stands up from the lounge quickly. 

"I love Michael. I love him with everything in me . . " She says with tears in here eyes. I can't help but walk up to her and hold her in my arms. I don't care what Frank says. 

"No, this is not happening. Not at all . . " 

"Michael think about what could happen if this thing gets out and into the media's hands . . " 

"You think you know Allie but you don't know her in any way. She's just a fan Michael. A fan that wants you to believe that she's in love with you . . " 

" . . but all she wants is her time in the spotlight. She wants money and the fame side of it . . "  

"That is all she wants . . "Frank did not just say that about my girl. 

Allie begins to talk suddenly. Her voice soft as she speaks to him. 

"Frank you think I care about that? You think that is what I'm after? . . is Michael's money, the fame. I love Michael . . and you know that . . " 

 "Just by looking at me you know that. You saw me at Michael's first show because I was the girl chosen to go on stage with him that night. You saw my love for him and yet that still doesn't tell you anything? . . " 

Frank is silent for a while, he take another puff from his cigar. 

"Allie I really think you should leave now, before I call security on you . . " 

I stare at Frank in disbelieve of what he just said. I step in front of Allie, looking at Frank. 

"No Frank! She is not going anywhere . . "

"Michael get her out of here! You don't know what love is. You have a career and you're just gonna throw that away? . . " 

Everything goes silent. Frank clears his throat. 

"I'll call for a car to pick up and take Allie to wherever she needs to go. I'll be waiting outside . . " He walks out, closing the door behind him. 

Allie breaks down, all I can do is hold her . "Allie, I'm so sorry . . " 

I didn't want this to happen. I thought I was doing a good job at keeping us a secret. To keep from this happening . . " Allie is looking down as her tears run down her face. I place my finger under her chin to get her to look up at me. I can't stand this, seeing her cry like this. 

"Allie, the best thing for you to do is go. Frank is not bluffing . . " 

"If you don't leave on your own, he will call security on you. I just wanna protect you . . " She nods as she wipes tears away. 

"I'll meet you tonight,  at yours. 12:00am? . . okay? . . tonight after my show? . . " I whisper. 

She nods and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I kiss her back then press my forehead against hers. Tears running down my check this time. Frank opens the door. 

"Ready? The car is here . . " He informs us. 

Allie packs her bags and walks out the door with Frank. I'm just standing here, unable to do anything. I will see her again, tonight after my final show. 

. . but it's our little secret. 

to be continued.