[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")

Part 2: How've You Been?

June's point of view

"Hey princess," he greeted me when he opened the door. I automatically jumped into his arms. I missed him like crazy.

"God, I missed you, buddy," I said, holding him tight by the neck.

"I missed you even more," he whispered on my neck. He let go of me after a few seconds, and I enterred in his hotel room.

The place was pretty classy: the entire room was made of red and gold, and it looked really beautiful.

"So, how have you been?" he asked me, eager to know what had been going on with my life during those months we didn't see each other. I set my purse on a chair, and then sat on the bed, where my friend joined me.

"Well, I've been good," I shyly said with a smile. "Work has been crazy though, I'm glad I have those two weeks off," I admitted.

"Two weeks off? So you're not coming back in Paris for two whole weeks?"

"Nope, I want to be there during my days off. I miss America, and I miss my people," I told him with a smile. "But living in Paris is great. I love this city so much."

"I know," he smiled. "I remember you saying something like this back when we were on tour."

"Yeah," I smiled back. "The first year I was there reminded me so much things," I admitted. "It was hard, you know... With what happened."

"I know," he sighed. "You feel like you're totally healed, now?" he asked with concern.

"Yeah, I think I'm ok now," I smiled. "Doctor Jones was really supportive after my nervous brekadown, and you know, people were there for me; Jer, Dave, Karl, and you," I said, smiling. "I've been living with this for two years now, and I guess I'm ok with how my life looks like now. When I had this nervous breakdown, I thought I won't be myself again, I just wanted to die. But look where I am now. I mean, I'm  me  again, and I love what I do."

"Did you learn to love yourself back?" Pit asked me with empathy in his deep voice.

"It's still hard to love myself because I hate myself for the choices I made, but I guess it'll get better. Those things need time. A lot of time, apparently," I said, looking down at my lap.

"You're going to make it through all of this, ok? Two years is a short amount of time, and looking back, you were pretty damaged with everything that happened."

"Yeah," I loudly sighed. "Enough about me, what about you? How've you been?"

"Well, professionally speaking, things have been crazy, and personally speaking things with Callie didn't get better," he declared, speaking about his one-year girlfriend.

"She still thinks you're cheating on her with me?" I asked him, frowning.

"Yeah," he scoffed. "And with what the press said four months ago, it didn't help her to trust me again."

The media had been after me for months once I told the world I was now a model for Chanel. I got to see what celebrities feel like when they're harassed by paparazzi all day long, and it's really annoying. Some of them don't care if they hurt you, they just want photos or they want you to say something so they can change what you said and create lies.

"I'm so sorry, Pit," I told him, giving him a hug. "At least, Michael believes you," I told him in a neutral tone.

Talking about him had been hard, and it will always be. For two years, I managed to avoid him, because I didn't want to fall appart once I see him again. I just found myself back, I was feeling good again, and seeing Michael, the man I once called the love of my life, the man I loved and still love, would hurt me, because I knew I broke his heart and mine when I walked away from him.