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

Part 3: Gone Too Soon

Los Angeles, California, April 8th 1990

Michael's point of view

"I think we're good, Smelly!" Quincy cheered while I was coming out of the recording booth. "You put your guts in this one," my producer told me while I was getting some water.

"Yeah, I just want people to hear my message. There's so much more important to take care of than me," I explained, referring to one of my song, Why You Wanna Trip On Me, which I was recording for my Dangerous album.

"You're right, son," Q agreed. "So you're sure you don't want to change the name of this album? I know where it comes from, so, I'm asking you one last time."

"No, I'm sure I want it to be Dangerous," I decalred without hesitation. "You know, I don't regret what I had with June. Even though we had our ups and down, I cherrish the memory of my relationship with her. She said she was dangerous for me, and maybe she was, but I loved her," I explained, and Quincy gave me a smile. "I never loved like I loved her," I concluded.

"Tell me about it," he said, laughing a bit. "What's up with Jessica? Don't you love her?"

"I do, she's a sweet girl, really, and I love her son as well, but I'm not in love with her. I don't feel those butterflies when I'm around her, you know. Plus, I married her so she can have my health insurance at first, I was just acting out of kindness."

"Yeah, I see. Take your time, boy. I didn't know my wife was the one at first, but then I found myself falling for her," he explained. "You didn't do things in the right sense because you married the girl before falling in love with her, but I'm sure there's still hope. And if she's not the one, then you'll find another one," Q explained to me, and I smiled at his words.

"I hope you're right," I sighed. "But I don't want to make a fool of Jess. I mean, we both signed a contract when we got married saying that this marriage would lasts for two years, so she can have the time to get back on her feet, and then we'll fill for divorce," I explained. "The thing is, I'm afraid she's falling for me. Last week, while we were home, she kissed me, and I don't understand why. I mean, nobody was there, we didn't need to act in front of anybody like we do in public."

"I didn't know about the contract," Quincy frowned. "Maybe you should have a talk with the girl, Mike," Quincy advised me. "Just so she knows that you don't see anything else than a friend in her."

"You're actually the only one who's not a part of my family that knows about this," I admitted. "I think I'll have a talk with her when I get home, then. Thanks Q, you always have the right words," I smiled at my producer.

"I'm old, I got experience," he laughed. When our laughter died down, Quincy looked at the songs list in front of his eyes, and turned to me. "Did you finish your song Can't Let Her Get Away yet?"

"No," I responded, looking down. "It's hard for me to deal with the lyrics. It reminds me of a lot of stuff."

"I know, Mike, but you have to finish it. It's a good thing it touches you, you'll make a hella good song if you're upset about it," Q encouraged me.

"Yeah, I'll finish it as soon as possible," I promised with a slight smile.

As Quincy and I were still debating on what kind of musical arrangements we wanted for this song, someone knocked at the door of the studio. As I was writing stuff on a paper, Quincy stood up and opened the door. Bill stood there, my phone in his hands. He came to me, and he seemed shaken up.

"What's wrong, Bill?" I asked, frowning.

"I'm sorry Mike, but... it's- it's Ryan, Ryan White," he said in a low voice, looking at me.