It Is Meant to Be {MJ Fanfiction}

Cheering Up

Sierra's POV

I can't believe he did that. He accuses me of trying to hook up the day of my father's funeral?!

I look out the window and notice Daniel pulled up at a motel. I ask quietly,

"Why are we here? "

He says, "If we went back to Neverland, Michael would've tried to talk to you and I'm pretty sure you don't want to talk to him right now. This is the only place I know. We can go somewhere better. "

I shake my head and say, "This is fine. Could you get the room? I don't feel like dealing with a crowd. "

He nods and gets out. He goes inside. A few minutes later, he comes back with a room key. I get out and follow him to the room. He unlocks the door. I'm hit with the aroma of piss. I shake my head.

He says, "I can go get some air freshener. "

He makes me crack a smile. I say,

"Please do. "

He leaves and returns a few minutes later with air freshener. He sprays the room. I say,

"Thank you. It smells much better. "

He laughs and says, "No problem. "

He places the can down and says,

"Well, I better go. "

I quickly say, "What? Why? "

"I thought you wanted to be alone. "

I sigh and say, "Can you just sit next to me. Don't say anything. Just sit. "

He can hear the desperation in my voice. He slowly nods and sits next to me. I just need someone here with me.

Michael's POV

I feel like an asshole. Just like she said. Scot and Shanone are upset with me too. I can't believe I became a jealous ass on the day of her father's funeral. What the hell is wrong with me?

I sit alone in my parent's kitchen. Lisa walks in. I look at her. I'm glad she's here. I need her with me. She stands on the other side of the counter and stares at me.

I say, "I know what I did was bad. It was a stupid move. I don't know why I did that... "

She says sharply, "I think you do know. "

I ask, "What do you mean? "

She crosses her arms and asks, "How long were you with Sierra? Do not give me a smart ass answer. "

I sigh and say, "Um, I don't know. We were together when she left and then, it ended four years before she ended her tour. "

She huffs and says, "Why didn't you tell me this before? "

I sigh and say, "Lisa, why does it matter? I'm with you now. I love you now. "

She doesn't seem to be in the mood to hear that. She sighs and walks away. I leave the kitchen and walk out to the backyard.

Some people heard the door squeak and looked up to see who it was. When they see me, their faces become angry and annoyed with me.

I look down and start walking out into the yard. It's a big yard, so I can be alone. I walk toward my favorite tree as a teen.

I sit down next to it and lean my back on it. I close my eyes. I screwed up. I screwed up tremendously. I hear footsteps. I open my eyes. It's Fonzo. Is he going to hurt me?

He sees the alarm on my face and says,

"I'm not going to hurt you, Michael. I don't fight. "

I smile awkwardly and say, "You could still attack me verbally. "