[18+] Taken by a Smooth Criminal || (Mj Fan Fiction)

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And I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun

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-/Cameron/-

"Hey Jess, I have to head home but I appreciate you letting me stay the night. If I stayed with my mother one more night I would've preferred to be dead." I say to Jess.

Jess was my best friend since first grade. I would say that I definitely am not a people person, so the fact that we maintained our friendship this long was beyond me.

I was never one to make friends and often an outcast among the rest, but never did I want to be like everyone else. Jess and I grew close because of this as she was the same way, even from a young age when we met.

Over the years, I told Jess everything. She knew about my relationship with my addict mother, Lisa, and how abusive she was. Spending the night at her house was usual.

Jess caught my eye when I had seen her sitting at the end of the lunch table by herself. When I sat down next to her she instantly scooted over, obviously not wanting my company. This only intrigued me more and made me realize how much she and I were alike. She didn't like people, and neither did I. When she scooted over, I simply moved closer, until there were no more seats that were left for her to move into, ultimately making her stuck with me.

I then asked her for her peanut butter and jelly sandwich that she was staring at disgustingly. She threw it at me and I caught it, shortly demolishing it.

Jess and I became friends after this and it eventually became an everyday thing. Food was the key to winning me over, and it's not like she ever wanted it anyways. Her mother always packed it for her in her lunchbox, never knowing that she wasn't even the one eating it. In exchange for her sandwich, I would give her the two dollars my dad used to give me for the school vending machine.

That was before he abandoned my mom and I.

My father, David, left my mom and I when I was six years old. Too bad it wasn't when I was younger. I was old enough to have memories, good ones that I'd never forget and that'd only make me want him around more.

I remember him teaching me how to ride a bike, teaching me how to read, singing along to the oldies music he always used to play in the car when we went on road trips. I hated his music but as I grew older, I began to sing along with him.

The memories would always flood my mind, and never did a day go by where I haven't thought about him. I know he didn't think about me though, he never came back. If he was able to leave me, it only reassured me that he never loved or cared about me in the first place.

"You're welcome here anytime Cameron, you know that." Jess says.

I really don't know why she'd tell me that as I already knew. When going to Jess' house I often found myself not even ringing the doorbell but just barging right in. Jess had given me a spare key to her house years ago.

Her parents didn't care and they treated me as if I was a child of their own. Half of my clothes were at her house and any time I needed anything beyond clothing, her parents were the first to offer support. They knew my circumstances with my family, so never did they give me a hard time for staying over so often. I found comfort and the missing piece of what it's like to have a civil family at Jess' house.

I would sometimes feel jealous of Jess. Not in the manner that I'd ever do anything malicious to her but at the fact that she had a perfect family.

She had loving and supportive parents with whom she was very close to. She would tell them about her day and they'd give her feedback. When she got a bad grade, they'd take her to get tutoring and try to help her.