Imagine the Monkees

Mike Imagine #3

||Mike's point of view||
I sighed deeply, for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Why? Why was everyone so blind? How could they be so hateful?
  I looked over to Makaylan with an uneasy smile. She returned it, but her eyes showed the hurt and sadness that she felt. I took her hand softly. She gave a gentle squeeze with her delicate fingers. I looked back up at the people I thought I trusted, my family, managers, roadies, and 'friends.'
  I could see the hate, disgust and confusion in their eyes. They couldn't comprehend it. How I could love her and need her.
  I stood up proudly and hesitantly let go of Makaylans hand. My bandmates mumbled words of encouragement from behind me. I nodded at them to show My gratitude. I cleared my throat and tried to make myself look as confident as possible. I don't think it worked too well.
  "Hey, um. I know y'all are, uh, pretty upset with me. For being with Makaylan. But it's more than that. I'm in love with her. I don't just want her in my life. I need her." I looked back at my love, Makaylan, and smiled with tears in my eyes. She gave me her beautiful smile in return. I stepped back towards her and kissed her passionately. When we seperated, I placed my forehead on hers and whispered, "I love you. More than any thing."
  "I love you too, Mike," she sighed.
  And from tha moment I accepted the fact that not everyone would approve, or understand, my love for this amazing woman. And why? Because her skin was a few shades darker than mine. But she was perfect. And I loved her, despite what people said. She was mine and I wanted her to stay that way, because I loved her heart and her soul.
  And nothing could change that.

Note: I realize that this imagine covered race and racism. I apologize if this offended you. I am simply trying to create a story line that was requested. And I hope you learned something from this. I pretty please don't want any arguments in the comments!!! Thanks a million, peace and love. Enjoy