Three weeks later on the eve before Michael leaves to finish the last leg of his tour with his brothers, Michael and agrifoglio have been desperately trying to pretend everything is normal. But when agrifoglio sees Michael pull out his suitcase to start packing as she starts cooking cena she gets a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. When he started this tour, it wasn't that big of a deal because they weren't living together, but now that they were things were different. Both of them didn't want to admit how quickly they got used to seeing each other every night and having the comfort of knowing they would be there to hold them when they went to sleep. As Michael packs his clothes, each item he stuffs into the bag makes him realize that this is happening and is no longer just a thought for the future. As he zips up the bag, he looks around the bedroom looking for any remaining items he might have left behind. But all he can focus on is the noise of agrifoglio downstairs in the cucina cooking. It hurts him to leave her alone, especially since her mother has not contacted her since Holly's moving out. Having very few Friends like him, he worries about what she will occupy her time with, o who. Even though agrifoglio is loyal and would never cheat on him, there is always fear in the back of his mind that she will leave him to find someone better. Michael shakes his head to put those thoughts out of his mind as he opens one of their shared dresser drawers to see one of Holly's nightgowns neatly placed in the drawer. He picks it up and examines the delicate pizzo and satin in his hand until he realizes that agrifoglio has never worn this to bed, at least not in front of him. But it makes his mind wonder what she would look like in it, how it would feel on her body against her skin, but most importantly, how it would look sliding off of her.

Lately, he had been thinking a lot about how she would feel in his grasp…in his hands…under him, hopefully saying his name over and over again. Late at night when he can’t sleep he will roll over and watch her sleep and unconsciously start fanaticizing about her. It amuses him when he realizes he fanaticizes più about her now that he has her living in his apartment and sleeping in his letto than before. Michael quickly puts the nightgown back in the drawer and grabs a floral nightshirt she wears quite often. He puts it up to his nose and inhales her lingering perfume on it. Michael looks over at his suitcase and quickly puts it in without thought. He almost feels compelled to bring a little piece of her with him, and hopefully, it will help him. Michael zips up the suitcase and closes the dresser drawer when he hears agrifoglio tell him cena is ready. He walks down the stairs and smells the aroma of Cibo fill his senses, as he gets closer to the kitchen. He walks into the cucina to see agrifoglio standing over the stove stirring a pot casually.

agrifoglio smiles as she sees him. “Hey, grab a bowl.” Michael grins as he grabs two bowls from the superiore, in alto cabinet before placing them on the counter beside her. "It smells terrific, what is it?" Michael hunches his head to put it on her shoulder and wraps his arms around her stomach, looking down at the contents of the pot. "Mushroom risotto, my specialty.” She looks at him and smiles, as he observes her through hooded eyes. He is looking at her; differently, there is something in his eyes that has not been there before, and it is dark and pooling around his brown irises. It nearly makes her breath stop. "It looks delicious," he whispers as he kisses her neck again and then again. agrifoglio giggles as Michael playfully bites on the tender flesh of her neck making her gasp. “Michael, what has gotten into you?” Michael is even wondering that himself. He has never since the start of their relationship kissed o bitten her neck before and now he wonders why he never did. Her skin is so smooth against his lips, with her blonde curls dangling softly against his cheek, as he can smell her intoxicating perfume hit him. The grasp on her waist goes tighter as his mouth begins to water, showering her with più kisses on her neck feeling a raw sense of desire begin to bubble deep inside of him. Holly’s stirring slowly becomes slower as her eyes close and her mouth pantaloni absorbing his new touches. It excites her to know that Michael feels this way about her, but suddenly she feels his growing erection digging into her hip she suddenly gets nervous. She has to remember Michael wants to wait. “Are te purposefully trying to distract me from dinner?” she asks with a smirk trying to distract him as she turns her head to look at him.

He stops and looks up at her with dilated pupils realizing what was happening and suddenly feels embarrassed. He steps away from her with a bent head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” He bites down nervously on his lip as he turns away to look down and see his erection outlined through his sweatpants. Michael closes his eyes and inhales deeply trying to think of anything boring to ward it off. “Hey,” agrifoglio says grabbing his hand making him face her, “Look at me,” she commands softly,” holding the sides of his face in her hands. "Don't be embarrassed, not with me." Michael looks down at her with uncertain eyes. "I know, but I shouldn't let myself lose control like that," agrifoglio smirks, hoping to lighten the mood. "Better with me than some other chick." He rolls his eyes at her words, "That would never happen." Holly's smirk turns into a playful smile as she slides her hands off the sides of his face down the front of his chest. "You never know, some young groupie on tour may try to steal te away from me." Michael wraps his arms around her waist again pulling her close to him again, looking at her lovingly, ease entering his face once again. “I only want you, nobody else.” “Well thank God for that, especially since I now know what you’re working with down there,” she gives him a wink as his mouth drops open in shock. She laughs at his expression as she turns around and grabs the bowls on the counter, pouring the fungo risotto into both of them. “Why, agrifoglio Williams that was very dirty to say,” Michael says with a smirk as he watches her deft hands.

She hands him a bowl with a knowing look. “Oh please, says the man who had his erection digging into my hip no più than two minuti ago.” The words make Michael blush and look down at his bowl of food. “Touché,” He says following her out into the dining room before softly grabbing her arm. “Let’s eat in the bedroom tonight.” agrifoglio squints her eyes at him wondering what his motive is until she looks into his eyes and sees how innocent he is being. He grabs her hand in his as they walk up the stairs together. Internally, agrifoglio cannot help but dwell on the fact that this is their last meal together until after the New Year. A lump forms in her throat as she sits cross-legged on the letto with Michael following suit across from her. Michael takes the first bite of his risotto and groans in appreciation. "This is amazing," he says with his mouth full of food. "I'm happy te like it," agrifoglio says as she takes her bite. After she cooks she has no hunger, but when she sees Michael eat and enjoy her cooking it makes it worth it. Silence enters the room leaving both speechless of what to say next. The only audible noise is the sound of chewing and the distant sound of thunder in the distance outside of an impending storm.

Michael looks up at her after he swallows another spoonful of Cibo giving her a curious eye of her looking down at her food, chewing in deep thought. “Hey, what’s going on in that brain of yours,” he says with a small smile, touching her knee with his free hand trying to lighten the mood. She looks up and shakes her head. "Just thinking." He rolls his eyes, "Uh oh," he says playfully. She lightly smacks the side of his arm with a giggle. "I thought te liked my brain?" "I do, but sometimes te tend to overthink." "No, I don't!" Michael raises an eyebrow at her before agrifoglio looks down at her bowl again. "Okay, maybe a little. I’m just going to miss te that's all. Three months is a long time when te –" Michael's eyes widen as her words taper off. "When you, what?” “When you…are accustomed to seeing them every giorno I mean." Holly's face flushes red as she shifts uncomfortably on the letto before taking another bite. Michael smirks inching closer to her. "I'm sure that's exactly what te meant. And te know te can come and visit me any time." “We already tried that remember? With my album releasing our dates is conflicting that we can’t even schedule time together.” “I think Lana didn’t try hard enough,” Michael mumbles setting his bowl on the nightstand before taking a sip of his glass of water. agrifoglio rolls her eyes, "She did try, Michael. I wish te would try to get along with her more." "I do get along with her. I smile, nod, and let her drink the good coffee when she uninvites herself over – now if that isn’t hospitable, I don’t know what it.” “Well aren’t te just a regular Emily Post.” She says bending over to the opposite nightstand pacing her bowl on it giving Michael a fantastic view of her curved ass. He can’t help but take his thumb up to his bottom lip, giving it a slight tug as he admires it feeling raging emotions inside of him once more. He smirks and without thought gives it a schiaffo, smack with the sound reverberating in the room. agrifoglio turns her head and drops her jaw in shock as she places her butt back down on the bed. “You truly are in rare form tonight.” Michael continues to smirk as he edges closer to her, his pupils dilating to nearly black again. agrifoglio slightly backs away from him nearing the edge of the bed. “Well te put it right in my face, what was I supposed to do, ignore it?” His voice is becoming deeper with each word her pronounces until agrifoglio can hardly recognize it. He grabs her and playfully puts her fully back on the bed, hovering on superiore, in alto of her leaving her breathless before continuing. “Yes, te should have, and acted like the good little Jehovah boy that te are.” “I don’t remember smacking someone on the culo having the same equivalent as having sex with them.” agrifoglio touches the side of his face and feels his skin that feels dry; he nuzzles his face into her palm. “Escaping on technicalities, I see.” “With you, always.” agrifoglio rolls her eyes as Michael laughs baciare her chastely on the lips before looking back at her. “You forget, agrifoglio that I have te in a compromising position to do this.” He begins to tickle her profusely on her sides making her squeal and squirm underneath him. “Michael, no!” agrifoglio shouts out as she continues to laugh.

Both of them don’t want to think about the successivo morning and what lay ahead and how for the successivo couple of months, both of them would have to deal with the harsh realities da themselves with only phone calls to sustain them. Right now while they were in each other's presence, they wanted to keep it lighthearted and not think, until both were forced to.



The successivo morning agrifoglio hears the rustling of sheets and the sound of water running as she feels the morning sunlight hitting her forearms. In and out of sleeping she goes hearing noises from Michael, telling herself in her hazy state that she must wake up and soak up the remaining moments with him but her arm and legs feel like lead where they remain immobile. She feels something soft touch her forehead as she stirs awake, fluttering her eyelashes open to see Michael standing above her dressed and ready to leave in his navy jacket, baseball hat, and red Nike t-shirt. agrifoglio clutches the sheets closer to her as her eyes close again. "Why are te dressed?" she asks groggily. Michael chuckles and kisses her forehead again. "My bags are already in the car, and Bill is waiting downstairs." Holly's eyes snap open at his words before flinging the sheets away from her. "Give me five minutes, and I'll be ready to go with te to the airport. I need a giacca and some shoes." "Holly," Michael says as he watches her stagger up before sitting back down and murmuring. "No jacket, just some slippers will do." She yawns out as Michael kneels down in front of her. "Holly, no." "What do te mean no? I have to say goodbye at least." "It's going to be crazy with the fan there. I don't want te to deal with that.” "Then at least let me drive te to the gas station o something." Internally, agrifoglio is telling herself not to cry, but at this very moment she is holding back tears, which is dangerously close to breaking. Michael grabs at Holly's chin and forces her to look him in the eyes. "Holly, listen to me, if te come with me I will not get on that plane…and I can't do that to the fans, o the family." She wildly searches his eyes. "It will be January until I see te again," she croaks out before looking down to the floor. “Hey, and remember our plans, te are gonna come down to Hawaii after the tour ends and we will spend a few days together just te and me." She slowly nods her head as her eyes come up to meet him again. "I know…and that's why I'm not gonna cry." Michael weakly smiles before pulling her in for a baciare where neither one wants to let go of the other. After the kiss, he holds her in his arms and inhales her heavenly perfume one last time. "I'll call te when the plane lands. te take care of yourself."

In Michael's brain, it is shouting to get up and leave and not to look back, but he can't, he cannot pull himself away from her. He slowly pulls back from her, giving her one più baciare before standing up. “I have to go.” He quickly walks towards the door, grabbing the door handle before looking back at agrifoglio one last time sitting at the side of the letto looking up at him with sleep ridden hair and an upset face. It hurts him deep within his heart. He quickly closes the door before either one can say a word. It’s a moment like this that makes him hates being an entertainer and her as well, but as dad always tells his “The mostra must go on.”





One mese later, agrifoglio is sitting in a chilly Fotografia studio getting her makeup finalized for the album’s front cover. She has been sitting in the makeup chair for the last ora looking straight ahead, which is making her neck go stiff. agrifoglio watches as her makeup artist, Claudia puts endless amounts of blue and rosa eyeshadow on her lids creating a arcobaleno effect. Out of the corner of her eye, she glances at the clock on the bacheca that reads seven thirty-nine pm, which instinctively makes her yawn. Since Michael left, she goes to letto so early at night. At first, she thought it was to be productive for the following mornings. Now she realizes it is out of sheer boredom. Even agrifoglio has her limits on how many episodes of I Amore Lucy and The Twilight Zone reruns she could handle before madness set in. And the absolute worst idea for her was to turn off the Televisione because if she did that she would start to think of things and for her, that would be the absolute worst idea. “Holly, please keep looking straight for me," Claudia asks as she holds black eyeliner in her hands. "Right sorry." In the back of the room, agrifoglio can hear the phone ring on one of the tables where Lana risposte asking twice who it is with a hard and quizzical voice. "Oh, it's you. Holly, Michael's on the phone." The news makes Holly’s cuore leap out in excitement. Without thinking she bounds out of the makeup chair and out of Claudia’s grip, causing agrifoglio to ruin her moments fa flawless eyeliner. agrifoglio looks at her with grimaced expression at her error. “Oh…sorry, Claudia." Claudia sighs, throwing the eyeliner in the case with carelessness. “No matter, I forgot you’re three years old.” agrifoglio rushes over to the phone taking it out of Lana’s hand. “Michael?” “Hey baby, how te doin’?” agrifoglio smiles and looks down at the floor as she leans herself back to the tavolo where the phone is sitting. “Just fine, a little tired, doing the photo-shoot for the album. How was the performance tonight?" "Good, the crowd was amazing. But I always Amore performing in Chicago." "Will te be performing there tomorrow?” “Nah, Cleveland tomorrow night. But enough about the tour, tell me about the photo-shoot, how's that going?" "Well I'm just now getting my makeup done now, and I think I fucked up the liner da coming over to talk to te because Claudia is giving me the side eye now," agrifoglio says muttering looking over at agrifoglio with restlessness.

Michael chuckles. “I appreciate te taking one for the team for me. What are te wearing for it?” agrifoglio smirks as she giggles. “Now if I told te that would ruin the fun.” “Oh c’mon tell me, I miss seeing ya, all of you.” “Why Mr. Jackson are te flirting with me?” “Maybe I am, and when te get to Hawaii, I plan to do a lot più flirting.” agrifoglio sighs in appreciation. “I’m counting down the days.” “Me too, especially since I’ve been around my brothers for a month.” agrifoglio can hear the annoyance in his voice. "How's that been going?" "Eh…I guess alright, I guess I forgot how they could be with the groupies." agrifoglio raises an eyebrow ready to inquire about the groupies as Lana walks up to her and taps her watch to agrifoglio mouthing "Time." "Listen, Michael; everyone is getting restless." "Go, I understand. I’m gonna head to letto anyway. I'll talk to te tomorrow night, okay?" "Okay. Night.” “Night baby, pose well.”

When Michael hangs up the phone he looks at his outstretched legs in his hotel bed, his legs and feet feel tired and sore from tonight’s performance. Maybe tonight he can get some sleep, unlike the last couple of nights, but from the way, they feel he's not counting on it. He sighs and swings his legs over the side of the bed, grimacing as he stands up to head into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The nights feel very mechanical, take off stage clothes, get a shower, put on lounge clothes, brush teeth, and go to sleep. The only part of the night that never seems like extra effort is calling Holly, in fact, it’s the only exciting part of his days lately as he continues to discover he has very little in common with his brothers anymore who want to go drinking and hang out and sometimes sleep with the groupies. As he rinses off his teeth, he hears a knock at the door making him look in the direction with a quizzical brow. Who would want him this late after a mostra while everyone was off doing his o her own thing? He walks out of the bathroom out towards the front door where his feet scruff on the carpet mostrare how tired he honestly feels.

Michael cautiously opens the door to reveal a tall, beautiful woman with a sizeable black Afro standing there, clutching a camera in front of her stomach as if to protect it. She looks excited with flushed cheeks and wild eyes while simultaneously embarrassed as she stands before him. He holds the door open curiously as he looks out the empty hallway wondering why Bill o one of the other security guards did not stop her. "Can I help you?" He asks watching her cautiously. "Oh my God, it is you," she whispers looking him up and down with admiration. Michael looks down at his feet trying to hide his bashfulness. "I'm guessing you're a fan. Would te like an autograph?" "Would I ever!" she squeaks out as Michael holds the door open wider to her so she can come in. In cases like these, he never shuts the door, because that way nobody can ever claim something against you. She comes in with an awed expression at being in his hotel room, looking around trying to see what he has sprawled out. "What would te like me to sign?" He asks still standing da the door. She looks back at him with fluttered eyelashes. "Ugh, I'm not sure really, I don't even have a pen, to be honest." She nervously giggles. For a diviso, spalato moment Michael feels for her, she doesn't look over the age of eighteen, the same age as Holly, but a lot più immature. He looks around and doesn't spy anything suitable to write on o with. Michael looks back at her. "Stay right here; I have a piece of paper and a pen somewhere back in my bedroom, I'll be right back." She nods automatically as she stands da the door still clutching her camera waiting for him. Michael quickly hurries back to his bedroom where he finds a loose piece of paper and a pen on his nightstand. He grabs it and heads back where she is, but instead of her standing da the door, she now has managed to close the door and sit on the couch, cross-legged, looking relaxed.

Michael automatically begins to feel uneasy at her proximity, and the door closed; his only mission is now to get her out of her as quickly as possible. “Okay, well what’s your name?” Michael says looking down at the paper and taking the berretto, tappo off the pen. "Vanessa," she says with the same breath like a whisper, only this time it has a different connotation to it. He quickly scribbles the usual "To Vanessa thanks for all your support – Michael Jackson” on the paper. When he goes to hand it to her, Vanessa’s fingers lightly brush against his making him recoil. "Do te mind if I take a picture with you? My Friends back home will never believe me that I met te unless I have proof," she says with a giggle looking up at him through long eyelashes. In the back of his brain, he is shouting “No!” But another part of him, the guilty side always makes him want to respect his fans. Michael sighs out and feigns a smile. “Sure.” Vanessa stands up and quickly puts her right arm around his waist making Michael try to keep a distance from her. “Smile,” she whispers in his ear before clicking the button before the camera light flashes in front of them. As soon as it does Michael walks three steps back from her. “Well it was lovely to meet you, Vanessa, but I must be heading to bed.” She looks up at him not with the same nervousness that she did when she entered the room, but now has the look of desire. "Are te sure te want me to leave?" she asks calmly, the domanda hanging in the air making him inhale deeply. Vanessa begins to step towards Michael making him step back even more. "Because te know, I would do anything for you, Michael. I have been your fan for so many years and to touch you…even for a few hours would make my life complete. She holds out her hand and touches the superiore, in alto of his t-shirt collar. Michael firmly grabs her wrist and pulls it away.

“Vanessa, te seem like a very nice girl, but I am not interested in having sex with you.” “Shoo, is that cuz of your little white girlfriend agrifoglio Williams?” "Yes, but even if I weren't with Holly, I still wouldn't because I don't become involved with fans." Michael is trying very hard to remain calm, but inside he doesn't want to be touched, not da Vanessa at least. For a mese now he has hungered for Holly's touch and now it is making him miss her more. “But why? I’m sure I would satisfy te più than agrifoglio ever could.” Vanessa runs her hands down the front of Michaels’ chest towards the waistband of his sweatpants. He grabs both of her wrists this time and holds them in front of her. “No, this is not going to happen, Vanessa. I’m sorry if te thought it would, but I Amore agrifoglio and no matter what would do it would never change my mind.” She looks at him with shock, her mouth agape at his words with her face reddening again. “You honestly Amore her?” Michael feels stunned at what he just detto and to a total stranger about Holly. For him, there was no filtration from the brain to the mouth…and he meant every word he said. Yes, he did Amore Holly, he has for a long time, but he never found the right moment o enough courage to tell her. Now he told a fan before he told her.

"Yes, I do. Now please don't make this difficult Vanessa. te seem very nice, and I don't want to call security up here." He slowly lets go of her hands where she looks down at the floor in embarrassment before looking up at him. “I understand…I’m sorry for bothering you.” She turns around and heads for the front door turning around to look at him before she leaves. "Holly certainly is a very lucky woman," she murmurs across the room to him. Michael shakes his head instinctively. "No, I'm the lucky one." She gives him a sad smile before shutting the door leaving him with his thoughts. Michael sits down on the edge of the letto breathing out a sigh of relief, his mind racing da saying he loved agrifoglio to an actual stranger. How could he tell this Vanessa but not Holly? He runs his hands over the superiore, in alto of his hair in contemplation. A tight constricting feeling wraps itself around Michaels' chest making it harder for him to breathe as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lips to wet the dryness. How is he going to tell agrifoglio about this incident, but also, how will he finally tell her that he loves her? In his mind, there never seems not to be the right moment to do it, and there's no book he could go out and buy that could tell him how to do it right. Maybe in Hawaii? Yes, Hawaii sounded like a good idea, they would both be happy, and he could tell her both just like ripping off a Band-Aid. But what if she doesn't say it back? To him, that seems to be his biggest nightmare, her not repeating itback. Deep down he knows she cares for him, but maybe she isn’t there yet. He sighs out rubbing the superiore, in alto of his thighs with his palms before smacking his knees before standing up and finally getting into bed. Win, lose, o draw, he has to go down the rabbit hole in January whether he wants to o not.




Natale came and went without a care in the world for Holly. Since her album debut four days before Natale she was più interested in watching the sales and how the album has been flying off the shelves. Every giorno she would get up she would mark off another giorno on the calendar that would bring her one più giorno closer to seeing Michael, and that's what kept her going. Before she knew it New Year's Eve was upon them. She didn't feel like celebrating since Michael was not there to be with her, but they decided to be on the phone when the ball would drop on the television. Since Kenny was still on Natale break from school she decided to have him over too and hopefully they could catch up together, and probably the apartment wouldn't seem as lonely. They sit together in the living with a game of Monopoly in front of them as the Televisione is on in the background with partygoers in New York prepping for the ball to drop. Every five minuti agrifoglio keeps looking at the clock on the bacheca to see how long it will be until he calls. Kenny rolls his eyes as he looks up at her from sitting on the living room floor. "Sis, either play the game o sit da the telephone like a 1950s housewife, your call." agrifoglio backs at him with an embarrassed face. "Sorry, Ken. I'm just excited for him to call, and a little sad. It's our first New Year's together, and I wish he were together to enjoy it.” “Well doesn’t that make me feel good about my presence here,” Kenny says sarcastically as he rolls the dice to a pair of snake eyes. agrifoglio cocks her head to the side. "That's not what I meant. Besides, te didn't have to hang out with your big sis for New Year's; te could have hung out with the family o your friends." Kenny snorts at her words, "Yeah, let me ring in 1980 with the fruitcakes we call mom and dad, and my Friends were going to San Francisco for the New Year." "You could have gone with them, mom and dad don't care," agrifoglio says rolling the dice. He shrugs, "I guess…I just wasn't ready." "Ready?" "Long story." “You always say that whenever te dodge a question.” “And when will te come to realize that’s part of my charm?” The phone rings making agrifoglio jump up off the couch. Kenny jumps back at her enthusiasm. “Jesus,” he murmurs. “I’ll get it, I’ll get it!” she says rushing to the phone. “Hello?” “Holly, Happy New Years.” “Oh, hi, Lana,” agrifoglio says trying to mask her disappointment that it’s not Michael. “Happy New Years to te as well,” she says watching Kenny as he slyly inches over his game piece to the successivo spazio on the game board. agrifoglio takes the phone case in her hand and walks over, smacking his hand away making him look up to her with surprise. “Ouch!” “Don’t fucking cheat!” she hisses with the receiver on the shoulder before putting it back up to her ear to hear Lana talking business. “I was thinking in January when te go to Hawaii to visit Michael I could set up an interview for the two of te as an official way for the public to see te together.” agrifoglio rolls her eyes as she sits back down on the divano facing Kenny who now his facing the Televisione looking at everyone looking up at the ball in Times Square. “Michael and I are going to the American Musica Awards we don’t need an interview to tell people we’re together.” “Yes, but it may clear up any domande the public has especially concerning the race issue." "The race issue?" agrifoglio says with disdain. "You know I didn't mean it that way, but it is a topic for many lately about te two." "That's because there's nothing good on TV anymore, so it's a lot easier to talk about someone." "Will te run it past Michael at least to see what he thinks?" "Maybe I will and maybe I won't." Lana sighs heavily on the phone. "Well it's a pleasure to get nowhere with te again, Holly, I look inoltrare, avanti to working with te in a new decade." agrifoglio smirks, "Same here. Have a good night, Lana."

When she hangs up the phone receiver in its cradle, agrifoglio watches as the news anchor is dressed in a large cammello pelliccia cappotto saying how it is freezing temperatures there in Time Square. "Funny, te could never tell about the temperatures da her tits hanging out of her dress," agrifoglio murmurs lounging back on the couch. Kenny rocks back on the floor with his knee propped up, his arm circling it, clutching it almost. "I'd like to have a pelliccia coat," he remarks watching her with interest. agrifoglio chuckles. "Really, Ken? te wanna go for a Liberace vibe?” He looks back at her with a small smirk and shrugs before looking back at the television. “Maybe.” “Well I’m gonna make some coffee,” agrifoglio says standing up and heading into the kitchen. “You want a cup?” she asks in the cucina as she pours the water into the coffee pot. “Yes please!” He says back. Making coffee is an auto-piloted task for agrifoglio anymore. Every morning she makes coffee before she leaves for her long days and sometimes in the evenings when she doesn't go to letto at nine like an old woman she will make a pot. She can hear the phone ring again, but this time, Kenny risposte the phone. As agrifoglio finishes putting the grounds into the coffee machine, she comes out and sees Kenny sitting, chuckling at something Michael must have said. "So when are te gonna make my sis an honest woman?" Holly's face reddens at the question. She charges over to him trying to take the phone out of his hands, but he swats her away. "Well, I'm sure she'll be glad to hear that. How am I doing? Oh just peachy, as much as one can be with a pair of fucked up parents, an addict sister and another sister who is fabulous." He looks up at her and goofily grins. "Oh my God," agrifoglio mutters shaking her head in dismay. "Say that again, Mike? Oh, she's doing fine, a little lonely I think, but looking fly as fuck." "You know I'm standing right here!" Kenny smirks, "Keep on talking because the più we do, the più she keeps getting pissed off. Huh? Well, te should see her Mike, she's been waiting da the phone for the past two hours like a puppy.” “Oh for God’s sake!” agrifoglio rips the phone receiver out of Kenny’s hand and puts it up to her ear where she hears Michael laughing hard with Kenny joining in as well. “It’s like a fucking Abbott and Costello routine with te two,” she says shaking her head before sitting down on the divano again. “We just like messing with you,” Michael says as he calms down. “Uh huh, right, te got the TV turned on?” “Yep, I’m sitting here in the hotel room watching it now." "Isn't it exciting?" She asks with a smile as the lady anchor announces there are only fifth teen minuti left until the New Year. "Normally no, but now I know you'll be with me to share it." Holly's smile widens. "Save the sweet talk for Hawaii, Jackson." "That's it; I'm out!" Kenny says leaving the room making agrifoglio chuckle. "Did Kenny leave?" Michael asks joining in on the laughter. “Yes, apparently we are too sickening for him!” she shouts in the other room loud enough for Kenny to hear. “You got that right!” Kenny shouts back.

agrifoglio shakes her head as she looks back at the television. "That boy is a mess." "Seems to be a theme with your family," Michael says jokingly. "I wish I could defend it and say you're wrong, but I can't," she says laughing once more. "So tell me, what's new in the last twenty-four hours that I haven't spoken to you," Michael asks with intrigue on the phone. agrifoglio rolls her eyes. "Well, Lana is now on this kick that she wants us to do a couples interview together in Hawaii to address the public domande that were her words, not mine." "And what did te say?" "I detto we didn't need to talk to the public about our relationship and that we were going to the American Musica Awards together, we don't need it." "Do te want to do it?" She furrows her brow at his calm demeanor towards the notion. "Not really, I think it's a silly idea; it makes it seem like we are defending our relationship. I'm tired of defending things I do to people." "Alright, if that's what te want." Holly's head snaps back slightly. "You don't agree?" "Whatever te want to do Holly, I'll support. te know I don't like to do interviews, but for you, I would do it." "Well take a sigh of relief because it's not gonna happen…I’m not going to let it happen,” agrifoglio takes a deep breath before continuing. “And I have some other big news today.” “Share with me, baby." "Well, I met with a very nice real estate woman today, and we talked about some potential properties that I'm gonna go see in a couple of weeks.”

Silence hangs on Michael’s end for so long that it makes agrifoglio think they got disconnected. “Michael are te still there?” “Yeah, I’m still here.” “I thought you’d be happy for me? After all, wasn't that the dynastic plan?" "…Yes, but I just thought we would enjoy some più time together before te did all that?" "Michael this process takes awhile so I wouldn't be moving out for at least a few più months." Those words alone make Michael cringe, deep down a selfish part of him doesn't want her to leave, he wants her to stay with him, but he knows he has no right to say anything, he is only her boyfriend, not her husband. But suddenly, inspiration strikes. "Can te hold off for a while? At least until the house gets underway with the building, I would Amore for te to help design it." agrifoglio rolls her eyes shaking her head. "Michael, don't try to pacify me with design plans with the house just to get me to stay with te if te want me to stay just say so.” “I’m not going to hold te back, but just hold off and help me with the house for a little bit, I can’t do this all on my own, please?” agrifoglio rubs her temple in contemplation before loudly sighing. “Fine, I’ll hold off for a little while until the house gets underway some more.” She can hear the relief in his voice as he thanks her.

Kenny pops back in and sits down beside her as the ball makes its way up. “One più minuto to go,” Kenny announces. “It’s gonna be weird to say ‘1980’” Michael says as Kenny turns up the volume on the remote with a little ticking begin as the last few moments of 1979 begin to pass away. “But it’s going to be amazing, I can feel it.” “Name three wishes for the decade, quick,” Michael asks “Uh…health, happiness, and success. You?” “Same.” Last ten secondi begins as everyone on the television, including, Kenny, Holly, and Michael begins to chant "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…Happy New Year!" Kenny instinctively hugs agrifoglio tightly and wishes her a happy new year. "Happy New Year, Michael!" agrifoglio says with Glee as they watch the confetti blow on the streets of New York. Michael watches the same scene unfold on his TV in his hotel room and suddenly feels overcome with emotion as he watches couples baciare and hugs each other, making him wish he were with her tonight. "Happy New Year, Holly…I Amore you." Now it’s his turn to hear silence on the other end of the line, the air pregnant with those three little words that he had desperately been nervous to say. Now it couldn't be unsaid, and the ball was in her court. How poetic for this night. Michael hears her voice crack, “I Amore te too.” His cuore feels overjoyed. "You mean it?" "I do."

For the first time, he feels like they have taken a significant step in their relationship, più so than her moving in with him. Michael's throat feels tight, and he feels at a loss for words. "I'm so happy." "Me too," she murmurs. The only thought that keeps rolling around in the back of his mind is how in a few short weeks he will tell her those words over and over again in person. Something that seemed so daunting to him was easy to do once it was said. Now all he wants to do is saying it again and again and as far as he was concerned…forever and ever.