[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 14: Get over it...

Two weeks later

Well, it been two weeks Michael's gone, and he texted me twice and called me once. I keep telling my self it's better than nothing. He called me to tell me he landed in Houston two weeks ago, as he told me before he left, and he texted me to check up on me. It's cute. However, I'm afraid he foregets about me. 
But I got to keep moving on. I leave for Paris in three days ! I'm very excited about this trip. I am going to realize one of my dreams: eating at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Well, in my dreams I'm not alone, I am with the person I love, but it's ok. Maybe I'll find a Frenchie over there... Fingers crossed ! Speaking about dreams, I dreamed about Michael several times since he left. I even had nightmares about him. But I don't want to remind me of these dreams. I'm trying to get over myself since he's left. It's getting a little bit easier to deal with it by now. But I still miss him... 

I decided to go check on my parents before I go to the mall. My dad knows now that Michael Jackson was at my place two weeks ago, and he reads me like an open book. 

"You miss him, right ?"  my dad asked me.

"Who are you talking about ?" I asked, like I did not know. 

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart. You know exactly who I'm talking about..."

"I'm fine..." I lied again. 

He stared at me with this angry look he gives me when he knows I'm lying. 

"Dad, I'm fine now. But yes, I miss him."

"Are you in love with him?"

"Dad! There is only one man in my life, and it's you. You're the only man I love."

"I love you too, honey. But I think you should text him to tell him how you feel." he advised me. "Do it for me."

"I will." I marked a short pause. "Are you gonna be ok, you know, with me in Paris ?"

"I'm gonna be fine. Me and your mother know for a long time that you'd leave sooner or later."

"Call me if everything's going on, ok?"

"I will." 

I hugged my father tightly and kissed him and my mother goodbye. They wished me a safe trip, and I left. When I got in my car, I fell a tear rolling on my cheek. What the hell ? I'm not this kind of girl. I cry too much these days, and I don't like it. I'm a strong woman, I normally don't break down so easily...
I grabbed my purse and took my phone. I promised my father I'd send a text to Michael. I decided to text him: "I miss you". I found out that at that precise moment that I'm not feeling better at all. I was lying to myself.

Once I dried my tears, I drove to the mall and bought some groceries for my trip. One hour and half, I was already out of the mall. When I was on my way to my place, I received a call on my phone. I parked on the road's side, and picked the call up. 

"Hello?"

"Hey June, it's me, it's Michael."

My heart jumped when I heard his voice. I missed it so much... 

"Hey, how are you doing ? It been a while..."

"I'm good. I'm sorry I didn't call you before, but I was very busy. You know, with the Tour and everything..."

"I understand."

"Are you mad at me?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"No, I'm not. I missed you, that's all."

"Are you driving ? I hear some car noises."

"No, I was but I stopped to pick your call up."

"Go home, then. I'll call back you in a few."

"Ok, bye"

I hang up. 

I drove home feeling better now. I'm happy to know he's ok. I care for him... A lot. I don't want anything bad to happen to him: he is my friend.