but you're black?

Prologue: "I am not my skin color."

-Jite-

This was the usual when I was walking down the street holding his hand.

People would stare, then they'd realize who he was, and stare even more.

It's 2016. Interracial relationships are a thing.

Why is it so bad for Michael Clifford to be dating a person of color.

If I were another stereotypical white girl no one would care.

Bryana doesn't get half the shit I get.

Yes, I'm black. I am aware.

I can listen to 5sos.

I can listen to country if I damn well wanted to.

Michael has the right to be attracted to me.

I am not my skin color goddammmit.

That doesn't define me, or say that I'm not allowed to be dating a member of of 5 seconds of summer.

We were going into a coffee shop to go on a short little date before he had to go do work things.

Work things because I can't keep up with his schedule.

We ordered, and sat down to talk about things, and I could see the bulging eyes of fans when they looked at us.

C'mon you guys, you've seen me on your fanpage timelines before, I'm not mythological creature.

I was deep in thought before I felt him gently touch my arm and say my name.

"Jite." Michael said

And then I snapped out of it.

"Hey, sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"I just... I don't like them staring at me like that." I covered my face in my hands

Michael sighed.

"Baby, it's alright. They're staring because they don't get to date me." he chuckled

Goddammit Clifford. Actually a sentence I say everyday.

"I just feel really uncomfortable."

"Hey, if they can't accept the fact that I like you, then they don't have the right to call themselves "fans". They're fucking ignorant, an you shouldn't worry about them."

I removed my hands from my face and wrapped them around his forearms.

"Damn, when did I get so lucky?"

"You're not the one who should be saying that."

I laughed a little. "Yaknow Clifford, you actually are pretty fucking lucky, I mean... Look at me." 

"Okay, but who's the one the call dirty Clifford?" he smirked.

"I can't argue with that one."

"Hey, I've gotta go piss. I'll be right back." he said, walking to the restroom.

I sat there on my phone until a girl tapped me on my arm.

"Hey, you're dating Michael Clifford?"

"Oh, hi, um, yeah, i am."

"I'm just like really confused."

"Why?"

"Because you're dating Michael... but you're black?"

I looked at my skin color in shock.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?!" I started to fake cry.

"I'm so sorry I offended you, I didn't even know I was... god I can't even say it."

"I can't believe I'm black!" I buried my face in my hands.

A few seconds later I 'gained my composure' and looked the girl straight in the eye.

"Yes, I'm dating Michael, and I am black. Now, is there a problem?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I guess not." the girl said and walked away awkwardly.

After the whole fiasco passed I felt Michael's hands on my shoulders and his lips on my head.

"That is one of the reasons I love you."

Love?

Love.

Love????

Michael just said he loved me???

Me?

Is he sure?