It Is Meant to Be {MJ Fanfiction}

Family Time

{AN: ^ That's what he's wearing, and his pose in the pic will come in handy later in this chapter. Enjoy!}

Michael's POV

I got up pretty early to get ready. Lisa is still asleep. I should leave a note. I write,
Dear Lisa,
I went early to my mom's. Sierra and Janet are with me. I'll see you when I get back. I love you.
Love, Michael

I draw a box in the top corner and draw an arrow pointing towards it that says, Smell here.

I sprayed my cologne I always wear on the paper box. I smile and set it on the dresser with a rose next to it. I hope she likes it.

I walk down the hall and knock on Sierra's door. The door swings open and a bright light flashes in front of me. I'm literally blind for five seconds. Sierra starts laughing.

I wipe my eyes. Finally, my vision comes back. Sierra is holding my favorite camera. I ask quickly,

"Where'd you get that?"

"It was in the closet. There was a piece of paper sticking to it that read, Michael's Favorite Camera. Don't worry, I threw that away."

My eyes are widen. She starts laughing and says,

"I'm kidding Mikey. I was just messing around with it. I'll put it up if you want me to."

I don't use it as much so I don't see the big deal.

"Nah, you can use it. You can have it if you want. "

She nudges me and says, "I believe your first statement, but not the second one."

Which is true. I laugh. She says,

"Ready?"

I nod. "We'll meet Janet there. "

We leave the mansion and get in my limo. Bill is driving us. When we get in the limo, Sierra leans over and whispers,

"So, Bill told me your little secret. "

I smile and whisper, "What secret? "

"He told me you love staring at women. "

I immediately start blushing. Then I hit the back of Bill's seat. He must've heard us, because he starts laughing and says,

"What? She asked me if there was anything new with you and that was the only thing I could think of."

I lean back in my seat and cross my arms. Sierra pokes my side and says,

"Don't be embarrassed Mikey. I think it's adorable. Oh, little Mikey likes to look at the women. "

The way she says it makes me giggle. I say,

"Fine, it's true. "

She laughs and nudges me.

"Oh, Mikey loves the women. So do you have a type?"

I shake my head. "Nope. All women, no matter the color, size, shape, it doesn't matter. All women are beautiful in their own way. Some women I see, seem down, and you can just tell they have no self esteem or self confidence, I want to just pull them into my arms and tell them they are beautiful and everything will be okay..."

I look at Sierra who wipes a tear away. She says,

"That's beautiful Mikey. I wish all men would think like you..."

I shrug my shoulders. "I guess its all about balance. "

I smile and give her a hug. I whisper,

"You're beautiful and everything will be OK."