For All Time [ Michael Jackson Fanfiction ]

5 ~ Reunion/ The End Of Nothing

A/N : welcome back guyyys :))) I hope you'll like this new chapter ! I love you all xx

Blanche
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I rang the doorbell of my child house, waiting for one of my parents to open the door. I was holding my suitcase in one hand and looking around at the same time. I noticed that the neighborhood hasn't changed at all. The same houses were here, including my parents' one. Its grey bricks were dirtier than last time I saw them, but I still managed to love them, just like when I was a little girl. The windows were still covered by the same curtains that I recognized from outside. 

Suddenly, the door opened wide and I turned my head to see my Mom, already tearing up as she saw me. 

"My babygirl," she breathed, immediately taking me in her arms. I was taken aback by her sudden moves, but soon, I relaxed in my mother's arms, closing my eyes and breathing her sweet scent. "Oh God, I missed you so much," she cried in my hair, rubbing my back. I smiled softly and kissed her cheek.

"I missed you too, Mom." I replied, feeling emotional. She smiled and caressed my cheek with her soft hand.

"You're so pretty." she complimented me and I blushed. I looked at her and noticed that small wrinkles were appearing of her face. Her hair was grayer than before, but she was still a beautiful woman. 

My Mom was continuing to stare at me when I heard noise coming from inside the house. She looked behind her and smiled. 

"Look at our daughter," she said, and my father came out of the shadow, smiling genuinely at me. I hugged him and heard my mother cry next to us. 

"My princess," my father said, using the old nickname that I had when I was a child. "You've grown up so much." he told me, studying my new face. I smiled and kissed his cheek just like I did with my Mom.

When we finished to greet each other, my father took my suitcase and carried it to my old bedroom while I stayed with my mother in the living room.

"I'm so happy you're back here !" she exclaimed, obvious happiness on her face. I smiled at her shyly and looked around the house. Like from the outside, it hasn't changed at all. The same furniture were here, disposed in the same way. "I invited all the family tomorrow night ! Your cousins are so excited to see you !" she exclaimed, bringing some food in the living room. I chuckled and tried to remember my family.

I saw them on rare occasions, as they all lived pretty much everywhere around the country, and it was hard to see everyone at once. Last time I saw my cousins, they were still babbling, strolling around the house. They must be twenty-and-something years old now.

"Eat, honey ! You must be starving." my Mom said, pointing to the biscuits she brought. I started to eat and my Dad soon joined us in the living room. My parents asked me questions about my life in California, avoiding any questions dealing with Michael, which I was glad for. I also questioned them about my old friends and family. We laughed a lot and I was happy to be back with my parents.

The next day
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"Blanche, would you help me with those ?" my Mom called as she struggled to take all the glasses to the dining room. I hurried and took some from her hands that were ready to fall down the floor and put them on the long table. My parents prepared a huge dinner for my return, inviting all my family that I haven't seen in a very long time. "What do you think ?" she asked me, looking proudly at the beautiful table. 

"It's beautiful !" I told her, kissing her cheek lovingly. "I should probably get ready." I said, looking at the clock hung on the wall. My mother nodded and I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I searched in my suitcase for an appropriate outfit and smiled when I found the unique dress I brought with me. It was a mid-thigh dark navy dress which hugged my curves perfectly. I put some heels on and decided to tie my hair in a high ponytail. I looked at myself and grimaced ; I wasn't used anymore to see myself in a dress. For the last two years, I hadn't had the occasion to wear one.