[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 85: Change Is In the Air

Two days later, February 17th 1988, Bad Tour

Michael's point of view

Two days. That's the amount of time I didn't hear a single thing from June. She kept dodging my calls, my texts just like the last time we argued. I was worried as hell that something happened to her, but knowing Pit was with her put me at ease. I knew he would so a wonderful job in protecting her. So, she walked away from me once again, just like she kept doing from the very beginning of our relationship. It's easier to walk away than confront problems, so she just chose the easiest way. She was beyond mad at me, and I understood this, but she didn't need to ran away. She should have at least heard me out, and see what I had to say, even though I didn't know how I could understand why I hid this from her. I was afraid to lose her forever at this point. The thing is, I need her. She's become so important to me it's crazy. When she's not with me, I feel empty, and I couldn't understand what she meant when she wrote "I need space". Did she break up with me? Does she need time to wrap her mind around what I told her? Does she still love me? Those questions ran through my mind, and I knew the only way I could figure out the answers was to talk to her. The thing is, as I said, she kept dodging my calls, so I decided to make a call to her mother, Michelle. I was afraid she would hate me just like June hated me at the moment.

"Hello?" Michelle answered after the second ringtone.

"Hey Michelle, it's Michael," I began in a soft voice, anticipating her reaction.

"Oh hey Michael! How are you?" she asked, and I was relieved by the tone of her voice: she wasn't mad at me.

"Um, I'm good. And yourself?" I polietely asked back.

"Could be better. Why are you calling? Is something wrong?" she wondered.

"No, um. Is June here?" I asked her.

"Um, no she's not. She's not staying here while she's in New York."

What?

"She's not staying with you? Why? Where is she?" I asked, becoming nervous again.

"She didn't tell you?" she asked me in disbelief.

"Tell me what?" I asked, worried.

"God," she muttered, but I heard her. "We kinda... Had anargument."

"An argument? What happened?"

"It's weird, why didn't she tell you? I mean, she's supposed to tell you everything," she said, confused.

"Yeah um... We had an argument as well. What happened?" I asked again.

"I'll let her explain this to you, I'm sure you guys are going to work things out," she softly told me, and I wished I could believe her, "whatever your argument was about."

"Yeah," I sighed. "So you have no idea where she is at the moment? She's supposed to meet Karl Lagerfeld today, and I wish I -"

"Meet Karl Lagerfeld? You mean the Karl Lagerfeld?" she pratically yelled through the phone.

"Yes, didn't she tell you?"

"No, I-I didn't know about it! Why is she meeting him?"

"He wants to talk to her, and possibly offer her a job, I guess," I explained. Of course she didn't know about it. June was supposed to tell her when she got in New York, but if they had an argument, I guess she didn't have the time to let her mother know about it.

"That's amazing! Oh my God, I can't believe it!" she squealed at the other end of the phone. She didn't seem so mad at her daughter. "Is this why she's back in New York? She's going to meet him there?"