Michael Jackson Imagines

Just The Way You Are

I was a normal quiet girl in high school I never really talked to people except for a few of my friends who I love so much. There is this boy I see in high school and always see him but he seems to shy away from others. I wonder why he seems so dark and mysterious in a way that I can't understand. People judge him in harsh ways they would give him dirty looks when ever he's near. One day m and my friends were hanging out during lunch period and we sat down a few tables away from Michael. "Do you have your math homework?" I nodded. "Why?" She took out half of her completed assignment. "Can I copy the rest of your work? I didn't get a chance to finish the rest last night."  I gave her the paper. As I was talking with my other two friends one of my friends pointed out that Michael was staring at me. "Crystal that creep is staring at you."  She whispers. I turn around and I saw him look down at his table again eating his lunch by himself. "No he's not he is eating his lunch." Clarissa just laughs hysterically. What's her problem maybe I should invite him to our table one day maybe he just needs a friend. "Guys lets invite him over."  It got quite. "Are you out of your mind? He's a complete stranger who is a fuckin creep. Have you seen his face lately? He's not worth your time." I feel bad I'll try and catch him after school sometime. "Ok." I lied. I couldn't stop thinking about Michael the whole day at school. Luckily he was in my art class so I decided to sit next to him. I mean the seat was free for me. He jumped by surprise that he had a new buddy. He kept his distance a little made eye contact for one second and continued drawing. I examined his craft and it was a beautiful rose. "Nice drawing."  Trying to communicate with him. "Thanks." He whispers nervously I can tell he hasn't been social a lot. "I like yours to."  I bushed when he shared the compliment back. I noticed he had some skin problems but he still looked beautiful his cheeks were red and it looked like blush.  There was also a little bit of white blotches on his neck and chin. Now I know why people treat him different. I don't care what people think I like him.

He has the most handsome features curly dark brown hair, a small cute nose, and his faint smile. "Do you want to hang out sometime Michael?"  He stopped drawing. "Your talking to me?" I nodded with a sweet but simple smile. "Um, sure." He writes down his number and I gave him mine.  "Well I'll see you this weekend?" He went back to drawing and put his thumb up. I screamed with happiness in my head. The bell rings and I get my with my friends. "Are you stupid? I saw what you did." I got fed up with their rude commentary. "Look guys he's really sweet just give him a chance I'm trying to make someone happy for a change. " They roll their eyes and we continue to walk the rest of the way home. "See you tomorrow."  As I walk back into the house. I'm surprised that Michael didn't text yet or even call.  Maybe I should make the first move. I dilaed really slowly than pressed talk.

M; Crystal?

C: Michael! How is every thing going?

M: Good I guess. What about you?

C: Same.

M: Cool, can we hang out on Saturday?

C: Yes! Of course.

M: Well thanks for um trying to hang out with me.

C: No problem I hated to see you all by yourself.

M: Yeah I really don't mind being by myself.

C: I know you hate it. You can hang out at my table if you want to. Don't mind my friends they can be a little rude just ignore them.

M: Are you sure this is a good idea?

C: Yes, trust me ok?

M: Ok. See you tomorrow.

We hung up I just hope that everything works out tomorrow. I pick out my clothes to look good I front of him. I gave my self a little spa ate dinner and went to bed. The next morning the girls and I walk to school and I have seen Michael in the hall way he still looked down. Why is he so down? During class I sat next to Michael and the girls sat behind me laughing at him. "Hey Michael."  He nods at me and sat quiet. I guess my friends made him nervous. "Stop it girls."  Gritting through my teeth. We gave each other some stares here and there. The bell rang and we went straight to lunch. Michael never went to my table. I walked over to see what was wrong. " Can I join?" He nods. "Why aren't you sitting at my table I want you with me. We need to get to know each other." I stole one of his French fries. " I can't be with your friends I would like to be alone."  He demanded. I scoffed and walked away. They blew it for me, The weekend finally came and Michael was going to take me out for a walk. I tried to look my best for my crush. The door bell rang I checked in the mirror to check on my hair. "Crystal." He brought me roses. "Thank you how sweet. Let me get my purse and jacket."  Michael looked nice himself. He really didn't have to be that dressed up but it works for me. "You look handsome Michael." He fixed his jerry curls. "Thanks you look really beautiful."  I blushed. Half way through the walk it was silent. " Do you want some ice cream?" We walked towards an ice cream shop and we ordered our own scoops. "Why do you want to hang out with me so much?" I wonder why he brought this question up. "Because there is something about you I wanted to know. Why do you like being by yourself?" I noticed he didn't have his red cheeks like he did at school or the white blotches I saw before. " I just like being alone it's peaceful that way."  It started to rain and we ran away covering our selves with our jackets. We laughed and we stopped under shelter. Michael was wiping the rain off of his perfect face. The rain washed away his make up and I saw his skin problems again. "What?" He looks away. " Sorry but your just so handsome to me."  He sobs into his hands. "No Michael don't cry. I really mean what I say."  He turns back towards me. "Do you see this face?! It's hideous I was born with my disgusting appearance. I have god damn white skin blotches and red rashes on the sides of my cheeks. And the white blotches gets worse and they spread all over my body. I'm not perfect lik everyone else at school, I'm a monster no one would talk to me or want to look at me.  I have vitiligo it's a rare skin disorder. That makes you turn white."  I lift up Michael's face and wipe his tears away. " I have something to confess."  I started to cry. "I love you Michael but you might not see me the same way." He gave me a shocked look. "I love you to. I had a crush on you and I never thought I would be good enough for you." We cuddled under the bus stop waiting for the rain to stop.