It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Thirty-Five

"She's been asleep for quite a while, Mr. Jackson. Are you sure you don't want to wake her up?" I heard a posh-man say.

"No, no.." Michael softly said.

"She's had a rough night.. Besides, we won't be going anywhere today." Michael quietly said.

"Alright, Mr. Jackson." The posh-man said.

I heard little footsteps leave as my bedroom door shut.

I groaned, fluttering my eyes open.

Michael gasped, sitting next to me. "Oh Mia, did we wake you up? I'm so sor-"

I cut him off, "It's fine, Michael." I said.

I yawned, "What time is it?" I asked, stretching.

Michael smirked, scooting me over as he laid beside me in bed. "Almost noon." He said.

My eyes widened, "Oh god. Michael, I'm so sorry. I've never slept that late before.." I said, feeling embarrassed.

Michael softly chuckled, "It's alright. You had a rough night. Besides, you had other things to do.. It's fine to sleep in once in a while." Michael said, smoothing my head.

I blushed, "I guess so.." I softly said, staring at him.

"What's on the agenda?" I asked, turning to Michael.

Michael shrugged, "You still have all of Neverland to explore." He said.

I smirked, "True.. But um.." I slowly sat up.

Michael sat up as well, putting one hand on my back.

"What is it?" He quietly asked.

I frowned, "I'd like to make a small service for Mike.." I softly said, looking at him.

"I-I want to get it done soon as possible. The sooner I get the service done, the less it'll hurt me." I quietly said, rubbing my arm harshly.

Michael slowly nodded, "We can check out Neverland another time, I guess.." He sadly said.

"I-I'm sorry.." I said, feeling guilty.

"No, no, Mia. We should make a small service for Mike." Michael said, letting go of me as he turned his body towards me.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

I frowned, "Umm.." I said, thinking.

"I-I think a funeral would just.... Kill me. I-I can't stand thinking about it." I quietly said, my voice wobbling.

Michael nodded.

"B-Besides, we don't have h-his body.." I said, my eyes watering up.

Michael bit his lip. I could tell this was upsetting him.

I sighed loudly. "I hate talking about this.." I admitted.

Michael slowly nodded, "Me too." His voice cracked.

We sat there in silence. Michael fumbled with his hands.

My breathing fastened as my heart started to race.

I whimpered softly, quickly grabbing Michael. I embraced him tightly, crying in his arms.

Michael didn't hug me back at first. I noticed he was taken back by my hug, but he quickly hugged me tightly.

"M-Mike didn't deserve this, M-M-Michael!" I sobbed.

"I know, Mia.. I know." Michael whispered, rubbing my back.