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

Part 59: Missed Me?

A few days later,
Montecito, CA

June's point of view

With a soft blanket around my shoulders, I was enjoying the cool breeze of the morning, my cup of black coffee in between my hands, as I was sitting on the little couch on the terrace. I looked at the waves in the distance, which was very calming for my nervous state of mind, and sighed lowly at the beautiful scenery just in front of my eyes.

It was the day Karl was coming. It was the day I would know what my wedding gown would look like. I was excited as hell, but I was also very nervous about it. Tons of questions ran through my mind; what if Michael doesn't like it? What if it doesn't suit me as well as I think it does? That would be a disaster.

However, I knew my mother and my mother-in-law would tell me the truth if the dress didn't fit me well. But what Michael thinks? It would stay a mystery until the wedding day, and that's the part that gave me more anxiety.

As if Michael felt this wave of nervousness washing over me, he opened the glass doors of my home, and joined me on the little couch. He took the other end of the blanket, and put it over him, while he wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. Instantly, I put my head on him  without speaking a word, and I felt automatically more at ease.

Michael's presence was always relaxing, almost soothing. It's like when he was there, all of my problems vanished away as long as he was breathing. He didn't have to talk to me, just hearing his breath and see his chest heave up and down was enough for me to be happy.

When I looked into his eyes, they were sparkling exactly the way I loved them to be. He was looking at me like I was the most important girl in this world, like he would be able to give me the world if he could. This way. The same way he looked at me the first time he told me he loved me.

"Do you remember the first time you told me you were in love with me?" I asked, totally out of the blue, as I was about to get lost in his intense stare.

"Why this question?" he chuckled, and this very sound made me giggle as well. "Of course I remember. I remember everything when it comes to you."

"Oh, really? Then tell me. When did you tell me this, what did you tell me, and what did I answer?" I challenged with a smirk, as I turned a little to face him.

"You're challenging me? Alright, get ready, baby girl, because I'm about to blow your mind."

"Oh wow, confidence suits you," I declared, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

"I worked really hard on what I told you this day," he said with a smile, as I put my legs on his lap, smiling back at him. "I remember working on it on the plane. I wrote it down, because I was too nervous I would forget to tell you something."

"Really? So you weren't writing any song, you liar!" I exclaimed playfully, pointing him with an accusative finger.

"Sorry," he simply said, giggling.

"And do you remember it? This little speech of yours? And don't try to fool me, I remember it vividly," I warned with a little smirk, setting my cup of coffee on the little table that was in front of me.

Michael looked at me, then at his hands, and then back at me again with a little half smile. He made himself comfortable and turned a bit to face me.

"We were having dinner oh this balcony, and the only thing we could see was this magnificent, sparkling Eiffel Tower. You were realizing your dream, and just by having you with me you were realizing mine," he sincerely said, looking down for a slit second. "Then, when I felt the time was right, I told you these things. I told you that the day you walked into my life, I thought I finally found myself a friend, someone I could rely on, someone who could cheer me up whenever I felt down, someone I could have fun with, laugh with, smile with... And I was right. I found a friend in you, someone with whom I can be myself. With you, I forget that I am Michael Jackson, because I feel like I am just Michael, a regular person, not the entertainer," he recited, and I smiled at his sweetness. He told me the words like he was telling them to me for the first time. It's like he felt the same emotions he felt the first time: the nervousness, the fear to be rejected. "When you told me you were starting to fall in love with me, I knew that telling you I cared about you was a waste of time, because it's much more than simply this," he went on, and took my hands in his, just like he did back then. "What I'm trying to say is that... I love you, June. I am in love with you," he finished with a little shy smile on his lips.