20th of May, 1986
Brooklyn and Janet are 20, Michael is 27

Michael: "What happened?" mother asked when I walked into the living room.
"Nothing, mother. Everything is just fine." I mumbled my answer. "I need to make a call."
I went into the kitchen, and took the phone in my hand. I quickly dialed Steve's number.
"Hello?"
"Steve, how fast can you be here with Brandon?" I asked as soon as I heard his voice.
"Uh, twenty minutes." he answered.
"Good. Thank you." I said and hung up. I returned to the living room, and Joseph was nowhere to be seen.
"Baby, we're leaving in twenty. Janet, do you want to come with us?"
Janet nodded, and my mother looked annoyed.
"Michael Joseph Jackson, tell me what happened." she demanded.
"Ask Joseph." I told her, and went upstairs to my room. I'm done with him.

~

After about fifteen minutes, I came downstairs. No one was around the living room, or anywhere else.
All I heard was my mother's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Joseph, you're unbelievable! He is so happy with her, can't you see that? He was never this happy before. My son is getting married to that girl, and you're not gonna ruin that for him. Am I understood?" she said.
I slightly knocked on the door frame, and cleared my throat.
"You don't have to come to the wedding if you don't want to, Joseph," I said. "Just know that Brooklyn will be more disappointed than I will be."
I turned to my mother now, and showed her the suitcase I just packed, "Mother, I'm moving out. I'm sorry, I just can't stay here. I love you."
She nodded quickly. To my surprise, she took it well. I hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"The car is already here, and I think the girls are already there."
I thanked her and walked outside. Both Brooklyn and Janet were leaning on the car, talking.
Brandon was standing next to them, acting like he was interested.
"Mike, what's this?" my sister asked.
"I'm moving out, Jan, to our new house." I answered, and Brandon took the suitcase from me.
She understood me, I could see it. She smiled at me.
Brooklyn, on the other hand, looked disappointed.
"So he isn't coming."
I shook my head, and sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." my fiancée smiled sadly.
We quickly got inside the car, and Steve drove off.

~

Brooklyn: "I thought he liked me." I said to Michael.
"He did," Janet smiled. "As my best friend, and my best friend only. When you two started dating, something changed."
Michael sighed, and looked out the car window. "Our house is furnished, by the way. I've been told it's been ready for us to live in about a week ago."
Oh, God. Our house.

~

I was more than surprised when I saw the completed house. It was beautiful, and already gave me that warm feeling.
"I'm gonna get settled and call Diana. I'll be right back." Michael smiled and ran upstairs.
Janet and I sat down in the living room.
"You know," she started saying. "This is just a temporary house. He's planning something bigger than this."
"Michael didn't tell me anything." I mumbled. My best friend shrugged.
"Shouldn't we start making something for lunch?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
I nodded, and we stood up. When we walked into the kitchen, a blonde woman, about my height, greeted us.
"Ms. Casey, I'm Ronda, your cook. Mr. Jackson hired me."
Janet didn't seem to be as surprised as I was.
"Michael hired you?" I asked.
"Yes, he asked me to make lunch for you today, but I'm officially starting after the wedding." Ronda answered.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ronda." I smiled.
Hot hands suddenly squeezed my shoulders. Michael's lips found my cheek, and stayed there for a few seconds.
"I see you've met Ronda." he said. I chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I did."
He informed me that Diana should be here in about two hours, and Janet frowned.
"I'm gonna go, Mike. I think mother needs me to be at home. Tell Diana I miss her." she said, hugging both of us.
Janet left, leaving the three of us alone.
"I better start cooking. Any special requests?" Ronda questioned.
"No, thank you, Ronda. We're going to take a tour around the house a bit." Michael told her, and quickly pulled me out of the kitchen.
"Where are we going, Michael?" I asked as he kept pulling me through the house.
"We," my fiancé started saying, "Are going swimming."
"I'd love to, but we have a guest in two hours. Plus, I don't have a bathing suit here."
"I thought you might say that, so I was prepared. Come on."
Never letting go of my hand, Michael took me upstairs into our new bedroom.
He led me into our closet room. I was blown away. There were clothes everywhere: jeans, tops, dresses.
"You got me a new wardrobe?" I asked.
Michael nodded, going over to one of the drawers, taking out a new bathing suit.
"Here." he mumbled and gave it to me. "Get dressed, the pool is waiting for us."

~

Michael: I waited patiently downstairs for Brooklyn. I thought about asking her to move in with me sooner than planned. By sooner, I mean now.
We could do anything we want, without having to be afraid of doing something wrong. Our house, our rules. I smiled to myself.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't even notice Brooke coming down the stairs.
She wore the bathing suit I picked out for her earlier, along with a silk robe and sunglasses.
"What are you smiling about?" she asked.
"You, mostly, and how amazing you look. I wonder, who got you that bathing suit?" I smirked.
My fiancée hit my arm as she turned into a light shade of red.
I chuckled at her response, and took her hand. "Let's go."
We ran outside, laughing in the process. Brooklyn threw her robe and sunglasses on a chair, and I took off my shirt.
"Ready?" she said. I nodded, and jumped into the cold water.
When I rose back up to the surface, Brooke was standing where I left her, laughing.
"Oh, you think that's funny? Wait 'til I catch you!" I yelled. She started running when I got out of the pool, but I caught her and threw her in.
I jumped in after her, and took her in my arms.
"You're dead to me, Michael Jackson." she said, holding in her laughter.
"Really?"
"Really."
I splashed her face with cold water. Brooklyn screeched in surprise, and splashed me back.

~

We lost track of time. We had so much fun, we didn't even notice time had passed.
Once again, I was tickling Brooklyn. She clutched my shoulders, begging me to stop.
"Michael Joseph Jackson, I thought I taught you to treat a woman better than that." I heard Diana say.
I stopped, and turned to her. She was smiling at the two of us, with her hands on her hips.
Brooklyn and I quickly got out of the water, and took a couple of towels to cover ourselves.
Diana came over to me. She kissed my cheek, "Go dry yourself, I'll be waiting."
"I'm so sorry, we didn't notice what time it was." I whispered to her.
She chuckled and shook her head, sending us off.

~

I saw Diana and Brooke laughing together when I entered the living room.
"Talking about me?" I asked, sitting next to Diana.
"We might be," she said and hugged me tightly. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
My fiancée smiled at us. I noticed her hair was still wet, but she was wearing different clothes.
"You should've introduced us sooner! She is absolutely amazing." Diana whispered to me.
I know Brooklyn heard it, because she started blushing.
"I say we go eat, because I'm starving." I told the both of them. They agreed, and we made our way to the dining room, where Ronda was waiting for us with our lunch.

~

Brooklyn: Diana was fun. She really was. We talked about how Michael proposed, and how I met Janet.
After lunch we showed her around the house.
"I love it, guys. Absolutely amazing. Congratulations." Diana said.
"Oh," I perked up, remembering the invitation Michael and I wanted to give her. "Mike, the invitation!"
"I'll go get it." he smiled. Once he was out of sight, Diana started talking.
"He's so excited." she sighed. "You'll take care of him for me, right?"
I nodded quickly before Michael appeared again.
"You are now officially invited to our wedding." he announced, and gave her the envelope.
"Thank you, Sweetheart."
A car horn was heard from outside, telling us Diana had to go.
She smiled sadly, "I better go. Thank you so much for having me here, both of you."
We hugged, greeted her goodbye, and went back inside.
"You know," Michael started saying, "This is our house. And, there are less than two months until the wedding. What if you'd move in with me now? Plus, I won't like being here alone."
"I'd love to." I smiled, and kissed his cheek. His face lit up.
"That's great! Well, future Mrs. Jackson, welcome to our house."