Will You Be There

Chapter 9

Christina’s p.o.v.

Court meetings and hearings were set to start the following Monday since Michael and I returned faster than what they were expecting. Since we flew in a few days ago we spent a lot of time talking on the phone, most of the time it starts out with a question he has about a meeting or some legal standpoint he wants an opinion on, but I think its cute because we always get off that topic and just have a normal conversation that good friends would. I have to admit a smile always found its way on my face when I realized it was Michael calling me. I heard his giggle through the phone, “what ya laughing at? Applehead!” I spat in the phone with a grin on my face. The other night he told me about his nephews calling him that because they thought his head was the shape of an apple. I didn’t see it, but the name sticks. “Oh no, not you too!” he whined. I giggled, “I’m kidding you. So what’s the problem this time?” he had just called a few minutes ago so I assume there will be at least one serious question before we assume a long friendly call. He sighed, “They’re wanting a warrant for everything in my house, places that have nothing to do with this whole situation. Is there anything I can do to stop them?” of course I should know they were going to continue to harass him. The other day when I called into work to confirm some paperwork I could hear some the people in the back poking fun at him and I have to say it made my blood boil just a little. I sighed, “Not really Michael. If you refuse anything they ask of you, it’ll make them think you have something to hide. And they can throw you in jail for void of failure to their warrants. You have nothing to hide, so don’t worry about them.” I hoped they would be nice to him and his property, but I know a lot of the men I work with. They’re sleazy jerks. “Ok, I just don’t want them to harm anything here in Neverland, it’s my home.” “I know, speaking of Neverland when are you going to have me over like you said?” I smirked knowing he was still shy. “Soon, definitely soon. So how has your day been Christina?” my stomach kind of fluttered when he said my name, cheesy I know considering I shouldn’t be reacting this way towards him. “It’s been fine, a lot of paperwork though. Even when I’m away from the office, I still can’t get away from actual work.” I sighed and he chuckled, “Tell me about it. I’ve had Frank on my back all week freaking out because I put the tour on hold. The only thing that’s keeping me sane at this point is the phone calls between us and my mother.” I blushed a little; thank god he can’t see that through the phone, “Well I’m glad I help you, it’s nice to get away from work and just talk to you too.” “Seriously I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me, you’re very kind.” “Michael, it’s nothing really,” “but it is! You don’t have to do this; it’s not a part of your job, but you do anyways.” “Well if I was you, I’d want someone to care enough to talk to me and genuinely care.” “It does help, quite a bit.” I smiled at how sweet he always sounded. I never really thought too much into Michaels life and what people said about him before I met him, but now I know everything they say about how bizarre and weird he is is just total rubbish, trash. He was a very kind and gentle person, funny too whenever he’s not being shy and embarrassed. We talked for the rest of the evening just about interest of ours to favorite foods to childhood friends to our wildest dreams, I really did enjoy every conversation we carried on, he’s so different, refreshing, kind of rejuvenating. I laughed at the story he was in the middle of telling whenever I glanced over at the clock, Sunday 12:30 p.m. after he finished telling the story and we were both in a fit of laughter I caught my breath and spoke up, “Michael its getting late and we both have to be in tomorrow for the meeting, better get some sleep.” “My goodness it is late, we better get off here then.” “Night Michael, sleep well.” “Good night Christina, sweet dreams.” And with that we hung up. I slid into my bed and cut the lights off thinking how happy I always end up after a day of stressful paperwork and then Michael calls and it all just disappears.

Michael’s p.o.v.

I sat the phone down on the side of the bed and sat up sighing, I absolutely love talking to her. She makes this whole situation less stressful just being able to call her and hear her voice and it whisk me away to a world away from all this pain and hurt. I love how she genuinely cares and doesn’t want anything from me; just about everyone I meet wants something from me, but she’s different. Its crazy how with something as bad as these allegations, that I’ve come to know such a wonderful person from it. I have to admit I think I’m growing a little crush on her, the way her giggle sends shivers down my spine and makes me smile, her caring and gentle personality, her strong sense of independence, the way she kids around with me and I with her, and those eyes of hers. Oh her eyes, they’re brown but they are light and have a shine to them making them a golden-honey brown. They just pull you into her like a spell, it’s absolutely wonderful. After throwing on my p.j.’s and thinking about Christina, I climbed in bed and stared out the window at the giant moon shinning in, ‘god I can’t wait to see her tomorrow.’ I thought as I yawned and closed my eyes.