[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 13: Living the moment

The next day

Well, that was an incredible night. Nop, that's not what you're thinking. We ended up that night by watching TV, and Michael fell alseep... On my lap. I put a blanket on him, and went into my bedroom to get some sleep. 

I woke up at 9, and went to the living room to check on Michael. He was still fast asleep. How cute he is when he's sleeping... Anyway. 
I went in the kitchen to preapre breakfast. As I don't know what Michael eats for breakfast, I decided to do some pancakes. Everybody likes pancakes, right ? While I was still in the kitchen, I heard Michael behind me, while I was drinking a cup of coffee.

"Morning", he said. 

"Hi there, sleep well ?" I asked him with a smile. 

"Like a baby", he answered. "Smells good!"

"Thanks, I did some pancakes. Please, take a seat".

He sat, and I brung him his pancakes and orange juice. 

"Here you go. Need something else ?" I asked him. 

"Everything's perfect. Thanks, June!" He marked a pause. "I fell asleep last night, I'm sorry about that."

"That's ok, don't you worry about this..." I laughed, remembering last night. 

"What is it?", he asked, eating his pancakes.

"Nothing, it's just that you fell asleep on my lap. I was afraid to woke you up when I went in my room, so I was walking on my toes and everthing. I'm laughing at myself actually..." 

"I slept on your lap ? How d..." He seemed nervous right now. 

"It's ok ! I played with your hair for a little time, and then I went to my room..."

Why did I say that ? Come on, June ! Playing with his hair, seriously ? He's gonna think you're a freak...

"Yeah I know, I felt that. I love when someone's touching my hair", he said, before taking a sip of his orange juice. 

I smiled at him. 

Later that day 

Well, it's 3 pm, and I know I will soon have to say goodbye to Michael, and it breaks my heart. I wish I could stay with him longer, like... Forever. He really is the sweetest man I've ever know. I don't want him to go... 

We were there, watching TV on the couch, awfully silent. What is wrong with me ? I should enjoy that time I have left with him... But I can't think about anything else than him leaving me soon. It was clear I was using all my will to hold back my tears.

Michael received a phone call from his manager Frank, and I could hear him. He seemed angry.

"Frank, it's ok, I'm safe. Yes. I understand. I'll be back in an hour, see you later."

"What's going on", I asked.

"Frank was worried about me. I did not tell him that I was satying here last night. But it's ok, he will understand."

"And you have to go in an hour, right ?" I said, trying to hide the sadness in my words. 

"Yeah... I'll ask my chauffeur to come and pick me up. You've done enough for me."

I nodded and put my head on his shoulder. I could not help it, I wanted to do that so badly. 

"Are you sad, June?"

"No, I'm not." I lied. 

"Yes you are, and it's not a shame. I am too."

"Why are you sad?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I don't wanna leave." He marked a pause. "And I surely don't want to leave you. You're a friend to me now."

I smiled. 

"Will you come back ?"

"I will, I promise." He kissed my forehead. 

Feeling his warm lips on my forehead made me feel a little bit better... Until his chauffeur arrived. 

"I'm gonna miss you", I said. "Please be careful, and don't be too nervous about your flight. It's gonna be just fine."

He hugged me. I was surpised he did that. I planed to do it, but he did it first. I could not help it, and cry a little bit on his chest. 

"I'll call you when I land in Houston. Take care of yourself, June. And please stop crying, I don't want you to cry for me." He dried my tears with his thumb, and kissed my forehead once again. He walked out the door and left. 

He is gone.