[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 26: What did you expect?

Michael's point of view

Man, I am so nervous about this. Why am I this nervous? It's no big deal to tell people you love them, right? I tell my fans I love them everyday, so why am I nervous to tell June I love her? Maybe I'm just scared she doesn't love me back... But she told me she was in love with me, right? So there is nothing to be afraid of. What if she thinks it's too soon? Oh boy, my hands are becoming sweaty, and my heart is beating faster and faster. 
I looked up at June, and noticed she seemed apprehensive of what I'm going to tell her. I took her hands in mine, and kissed them. She looks as nervous as I am... 

"What's going on, Michael? You're scarying me" she said.

"Don't be scared." I told her, trying to sound comforting. "I need you to listen to me very carefully, because I'm not used to say things like this, ok?"

She nodded. She didn't have a clue of what I'm about to tell her. 

"The day you walked into my life, I thought that I finally found a real friend. Someone that could cheer me up when I'm feeling low, someone I could have fun with, laugh with, smile with... And I was right. I really found a friend in you, and I feel so natural when I'm around you. You make me feel like I ain't just the superstar, you make me feel like I am just Michael." I marked a short pause, and put my hands on June's bare knees. "But then, I found myself falling in love with you. I was so scared to tell you this, I'm so glad you said it first." I laughed, and she laughed too. She seemed moved. "I was so afraid you didn't feel the same way about me. When you told me this, I felt my heart beating so fast into my chest, and at this particular moment I knew that telling you I care about you is a waste of time because it's much more than this." I marked a second pause, and brang my chair closer than hers. I interwined my fingers with hers. "What I'm trying to say is that I love you, June. I really, really do..."

She looked at me with a frown. Oh God, I knew it was too soon, I should have wait... How stupid I am! I ruined everything... 

"So you made me nervous as hell, just to tell me this wonderful love declaration?" she said with a smirk on her face. 

"Um, yeah... I'm sorry about th-..."

She cut me off, and kissed me like she never did before. She gave me a long, passionate tongue kiss. Wow! I told myself, as I was enjoying this kiss. After a few seconds, she pecked my lips and rested her forehead on mine. 

"I love you, Michael. I never loved anyone as much as I love you."

It feels so good to hear those words I've been craving to hear from her. 

"Say it again" I whispered. She made her way to my ear, and whispered "Je t'aime", which made my body shivers. She kissed me behind my ear, and whispered "Te quiero", then "Ti amo", and finally "Wǒ ài nǐ". She finally kissed my neck, and looked me deep in the eyes.

"Is that enough?" she asked, wipping my mouth because of the lipstick I had on it.

"I can't get enough of those words coming from your mouth" I sincerly said. 

"Well, you should be satisfied with this for now, because I'm hungry now!"

I laughed."Well, let's eat, then."

I oredered the famous "Blanquette de Veau", which is basically a veal ragout. To drink with this, the cook advised me to pick some red Bordeaux, and I did so. For dessert, I decided to pick what French people call a Paris-Brest, which is a cream puff filled with whipped cream. 

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June's point of view

Wow, it been a while since I didn't eat a French meal. It been actually ten years, since my grandmother died. She used to make some great French meals, and I loved it. She once made some snails, which are a French  specialty. Believe it or not, it seems disgusting when you think about the fact that you're actually eating snails, but it tastes good! But not as good as the meal I just finished. Oh.My.Godness. I never ate this good in my entire life. The blanquette and the Paris-Brest were just amazing. I thanked Michael like a hundred times, and we got inside because the wind became colder by minutes. I jumped on the bed and looked at the ceilling, smilling like an idiot. I couldn't help it, everything is just perfect the way it is. A few minutes later, Michael came onto the bed, his face burried in the pillow.