June's point of view
"Alex? What are you doing here?" I asked him, who was standing at my door with an expression on his face I wasn't able to describe.
"I'm here to make you stay," he said in a low voice, his french and sexy accent coming to my ears.
"What?" I laughed. "Come on, you know I'm not staying here any longer. I have a plane waiting for me."
"Please don't go," he breathed, serious. "May I come in for a second?"
"Sure," I said, taking a step aside to let him in.
I closed the door behind him, confused. It was the first time I saw Alex this way. He was normally always proud and confident, but the sight before my eyes was the exact opposite: he seemed insecure, nervous and scared.
"Those are for you," he said, handing me the dozen roses. "Red because of their meaning."
"Their meaning?" I asked, taking in the scent of the flowers. "They're beautiful, thank you."
"Just like you," he shyly said.
I didn't even tease him about his cheesy comment because I was still shocked about his sudden shyness and uneasiness. Alex, being shy? What the fuck?
"Thank you," I smiled, frowning. "So what's the meaning?"
"Red roses mean passion and," he paused a few seconds, "and love."
My eyes widened. What did he just say?
"Alex," I sighed. "Don't."
"I love you, June," he admitted, taking a step closer to me. "I mean, I'm in love with you."
"Don't be silly, all you love is my body," I waved a hand over his face, snickering nervously.
I turned around to put my roses in a vase, and Alex followed behind me to the kitchen.
"You don't get it," he said, leaning with his elbows on the kitchen island in front of me. "You made me a better man. The first time we met, I was a douchebag, but I changed. Can't you see that?"
"Yes," I smiled at him. "You changed, and I like the new you. But babe, we agreed our relationship would only be sexual. No feelings, no falling in love."
"Well, I lost the damn game. I'm a loser, but I don't care. June," he sighed, taking my hands in his, "believe me when I say I love you. You awoke something in me I thought I lost forever. Please don't walk away."
"You're a sweet guy, and sex with you was great, but you know where my heart is," I admitted, leaving his hold on my hands.
"I do. But don't you think your heart should belong to someone who loves you back?"
He had a point there.
"Alex, I don't want to talk about this with you. Please," I sighed, finally putting the roses in the vase.
"Please, let me take you out tonight," he pleaded.
"I can't, I have a plane and a family waiting for me."
"Then take me with you."
I looked deep into his green eyes, and noticed the seriousness in them. This was the very first time I saw Alex this way.
"What?" I asked, wishing I misheard him.
"Take me to New York with you," he repeated.
"I can't do that," I said, shaking my head.
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[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")
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