The Runaways (Michael Jackson Fanfiction) (Unfinished)

Chapter 4

"Put this on." Michael said holding out his brown beard.

Angelina took the beard out his hands and she stared at it in her shaky hands. What in the world was he planning? She taped it on lightly. The beard felt warm on her cheeks but mostly really itchy.

He stared at her and started laughing silently.

"This is really itchy." She whined.

Michael covered his stomach and silently laughed harder.

She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. She waited until he calmed down.

"I have to wear that every day." He finally said.

She huffed.

"Here give me your hoodie." He demanded suddenly changing the atmosphere

"Mi- er Mr. Jackson, what are you planning?" Angelina asked and threw her sweater at Michael lightly.

He caught it.

"You can call me Michael, and you will find out." He said with a smile

What was he up to? He stuffed his arms in the sleeves. It was small on him in a ridiculous way and she could barely conjure up a laugh from all the blood rushing to her head and thoughts that were flying in her mind.

"Y'know, I always thought I would look good in a woman's sweater." He joked breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Angelina felt amazed at how free and fun he seemed. She hadn't expected the famous littlest Jackson to be so... well normal.

He put the hoodie on, and it covered his afro.

"I can still see your face." Angelina said under the tingling hairs.

He took his sunglasses out his back pocket and put it on his face. He did the thumbs up. She couldn't recognize him, but it could give him unwanted attention.

"So.... I'm a she-man and you're a gangster?"

"A forbidden friendship." He finished.

"Now we look even more suspicious." Angelina laughs under the beard.

"But we don't look like us, so that's a plus." He added.

"Let's go. And remember; don't laugh no matter how ridiculous you think you look."

He opened the bathroom door and Angelina walked awkwardly behind his huge black hood. Then like a flash Michael's soft brown covered hand shot back towards Angelina and wrapped around her bare tan arm. A cool sensation ran up her forearm. Angelina held in a gasp as he pulled her closer to him so they were now shoulder to shoulder. Angelina swore her heart would give out from all the somersaulting that went around in her chest. And even though he let go, she still felt his touch lingering on her arm. Angelina glanced up at his face while they were walking towards the door and she found it unfair his face wasn't burning up like a hot potato like hers.

There was no one by the cashier. But there was a guy leaning in front of the counter with his elbows and his face in his hands.

Michael picked up his speed and Angelina copied. He pushed open the glass door and they came out free.

Humid wind swarmed and shot out attacking Angelina's face and sadly, the beard she poorly put on. It flew off her face and fell to the white tiled floor of the restaurant. She couldn't help but let out a gasp and neither could the man standing at the counter as he looked from her to the black beard that lay on the floor.

"P-people always say losing your hair feels like it's coming out in chunks. I always thought they were exaggerating." Angelina blurted in a deep voice that was supposed to sound like a male's but ended up sounding like she was a smoker.