At Your Best(Editing)

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Aaliyah POV

(its been five years since Aaliyah and Michael has seen each other let alone spoke to each other. After that night Aaliyah avoided Michael the whole tour so once it ended they both just went there separate ways.)

Looking around in shock I smile because I actually made it to the MTV Movie Awards, being nominated for an award. Sitting nervously I wait for the next speaker to come on and announce the winner for the next award, which I'm nominated for. Glancing up when I hear everyone start to scream I see Michael walk out. Oh lord, I think to myself automatically remembering what happened the last time I seen him and how bad it was. "The winner is," he  says opening the card looking shocked for a second before saying, "Aaliyah." The crowd goes wild, I stand up and grab my brother hand. As soon as I get on the stage Michael hugs me and hands me my award. "Well I just wanna thank my mom dad, and my brother," I turn around and hug him. "God and all of my fans out there, I love y'all so much," I say ending my speech and turning around , just to be nice hugging Michael too. My brother shakes his hand, and we walk off the stage. I tell my brother he can go back to his seat and that I had to go to the ladies room. Once I got in there I just sat there, just thinking how much Michael changed over the years. His hair is longer and curlier now, It looks really good on him actually. I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom, when I go to walk back to my seat I feel someone tap my shoulder. I stop walking and turn around to see Michael,

"Hey how have you been," he says his shyness showing. "I've been good How bout yourself," "I've been alright I guess, I've had better days. but there is something I need to ask you."  " Alright what's up," "Nothing really I just haven't been able to sleep at all these days and I haven't been eating either so I was wondering if there is anything you would recommend me do because I haven't been doing so well myself, I thought taking  medication would help but... yea"  "Oh my god Michael that's bad, don't take pills please. Look I have to get back but after the show I will meet you back at your place, I think I have an idea on what might help you okay? We can also talk once I get there too." "Alright thank you Liyah, really." And I go home and shower and stuff. Call me and tell me your address, so I can come over, okay. Okay. I hug him, it was nice seeing you again Michael. You to liyah. When I get back to my seat, I'm just thinking. He looks so sad, like he really is going through it. I feel so bad for him. And how joesph is charting on his mom like that. I can tell its like a heavy load on his shoulders. I'm glad I can at least try and help him sleep.

I'm skipping a little

Still Aaliyah POV

Once I get over Michael's house (Neverland). I'm in aww. Its really beautiful. I his guards let me in. I drive down the long path. I park and get out of my car. I knock on the door and Michael answers it. I put my stuff down. Michael shows me his room. Lay down, I order him. Now I will be right back. I can tell you didn't eat much. He doesn't say nothing and just lays down. I go to his kitchen and fix him some chilli, with only a little meat in it. I bring it back to him. I'm not hungry. Hush, just eat, you need to. I pick up the spoon and start feeding the soup to him. Once its gone I give him some water. Thank you Aaliyah, really. Your the only one who seems to actually care. Even after what I put you through. Mich. No let me finish, I have no one. The only people in my family who really cares is Janet and my mother. Everyone else just sees money. And your the only one outside of my family that seems to care. And I'm so sorry for what happened, I really am. And I know what I said and did was wrong. He says now crying. My heart really goes out to him. Michael its okay I forgive you. I say now hugging him while he cries on my shoulder. I start singing his favorite song smile. Once I'm done I can see him drifting off to sleep while I'm holding him. That night really did mean something to me.
Was his last words before he was out. I go to put him into paying position. He stirs a little than says. No don't leave, please lay here with me. It comes out more like a sob. So I get in bed with him and pull him close. And start singing smile again. He is holding onto me, like I'm the only thing he got. He is out cold now. Soon I drift off to sleep to, holding him in my arms.