[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 84: What The Hell Is Going On Here?

Michael's point of view

"Okay, um... I've never sung in front of thousands of people," June stated, laughing. We were playing this "I've never..." game, our own way. The rules were quite simple. Someone had to say soemthing they've never done. Then, if any other player has done what the person said, they simply drank. Karen, Sheryl, Greg Philligane, June and I were all gathered in circle on the living room's floor of Sheryl's suite.

"That was a low blow, Miss Wellington," I said to June, half smiling.

"What? I'm just saying I didn't do such a thing, that's all," she declared, faking innocent. "Now, I assume Greg, Sheryl and you, my sweet Mikey, are going to drink for this one," she smiled widely, and highed five Karen.

I drank from my glass of wine, just as Greg and Sheryl. June and Karen were laughing at us because they trapped us.

"Okay, my turn," I said, thinking about something to say. "I've never been on my period," I said, laughing.

"What?"all the girls in the room exclaimed loudly, which caused me to laugh even more. I shrugged, and motioned them to drink.

"I'm just being honest," I said, holding my hands in the air in surrender. They playfully rolled their eyes at me, and drank from their drinks.

"Well, you want war? You'll have war," Karen taunted, smirking. "I've never danced in front of people, or for people," she stated with confidence in her voice.

As I brought my drink to my lips, I noticed June drank as well, which meant that she already danced in front of people or for people. Every eyes of the room tunred to her, including mine.

"What?" she asked, and I could feel her uneasiness. "Why are you all looking at me this way?"

"Well, I didn't think you've already done that before," Karen said, giving a nervous chuckle. "Sorry."

"Well, yeah, just forget it, okay. Whose turn is it?" she asked, changing topic. I was becoming suspicious. It wasn't like her to feel nervous all of a sudden. Is she hiding something from me again? I asked myself.

"Um, my turn," Greg chuckled nervously. "I've never been to Disneyland."

"What?" I said in disbelief, forgetting about what June told us for a few seconds. "Man, you gotta go there, seriously. It's amazing!" I took a glance at June, and she wasn't moving, she was just sitting there, gazing into space."June?" I called.

"I've never been there either," she said, now looking at me. I could recognize the guilt in her eyes. There was something wrong with her, and I knew it. What I didn't know was how bad it was.

"I'll take you there," I assured her, smiling, trying to make her smile. She did smile back, but I knew it was a fake one.

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Back in our suite, June was awfully quiet, and I didn't like it. I wanted to know what was wrong, and why she acted like she did after Karen's statement, but I didn't know how to come with the topic. I didn't want to ruin the moment, considering she was leaving soon, but it was bothering me, and I needed to know what was wrong.

"Hey baby," I soflty said, coming in the bathroom where June was removing the make up from her face.

"Hey," she said back, looking at me in the miror. "Your head's still spinning?"

"No, I'm fine. I guess it was just because of the wine, you know," I explained, leaning on the door frame and folding my arms on my chest."Can we talk?"

"We're acuatlly talking right now, but yeah sure," she said, and the uneasiness came back. "What do you wanna talk about?" she asked me, walking past me. She sat indian style on the bed, resting her hands on her thighs. I sat on the bed as well, just in front of her.