Michael Jackson X Reader

You're Not Out of the Woods Yet.

Your POV
You decided to call Michael again. You two were laughing your heads off. You've never laughed so hard before. That's when your mom walked in. You gasped in horror. "Who are you talking to?!" You were frozen. Your mother grabbed the phone out your hand. "Hello?" She throws the phone. "You're talking to a boy! You are going to get it!" You're mom left and returned with your father. "You aren't even connected to any IVs. I bet you told them you were abused!" "Please!" They dragged you out of the bed. They punched you and kicked you. Finally, the doctors came in the room. They escorted your parents out the room. One doctor stayed behind to help you back into bed and clean your wounds. "You're gorgeous." "Thank you." "How old are you 18." "Really? I'm 25. Are you single?" "Yeah." "Good. Now you can be my girlfriend." "Okay?" "Your parents got arrested." "Great." "I'll be back." He winked at you. You remembered Michael. "Hey, are you there?" "Yeah. Are you alright?" "Yeah." "Was that your mother talking on the phone?" "Yeah." "That didn't go well did it?" "No." "I'm so sorry." "It's alright. On the bright side I just got a boyfriend." "Oh." "You don't sound so happy." "I'm very happy for you. Who's your boyfriend?" "Dr. Jones." "Wait so you just met him?" "Yeah." "Do you even know his first name?" "No, but I'll find out." "How old is he?" "25." "You don't think that's to old?" "Look, I'm 18 years old I can do what I want. Don't you understand? If I have a boyfriend that means that someone loves me." "Fine, but I know he better be good to you cause if he doesn't I'll be there. " "I love that song." "Yeah and I'm sure he can't sing it like I do, not that I'm a narcissist or something." "No Michael. I think you're right. No one sings like you. You're so talented." You saw you're new boyfriend come through the door. "My boyfriend's here so I have to go." "Hey (f/n)." "Hi Dr. Jones." "Call me George." "Okay, hi George." He got on the bed right next to you. "You're gorgeous." He kissed you. You've never been kissed before. You enjoyed being kissed. He got on top of you. You saw him starting to take his clothes off. "What are you doing?!" "This is what Boyfriends and girlfriends do. Now relax." He continued kissing you and reached for your clothes. You became uncomfortable. "I don't want to do this." "Why do you think I want to be with you? For this one reason." You slap him and pushed him off the bed. "I said no." "Why?" "It reminds me of my Dad raping me." "Which is why you should let me take your mind off of it." "I think you should leave and if all you want is that then this relationship is over." "Fine. See if you find someone else out there who loves you!" You called Michael.
Michael's POV
(f/n) called again. We were laughing so hard. Then I heard her gasp. I knew something was wrong. Then I heard an older lady come to the phone. "Hello?" "Hi ma'am." It sounded like something fell. I heard screaming and I felt really bad because there was nothing I could do. After a while (f/n) came back to the phone. She told me she just got a boyfriend. I was so jealous, but I wasn't going to let her know that. When she said having a boyfriend means that someone loves her, I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to look for love in someone that was to old for her, that I loved her, but I was too shy to tell her. She hung up. 30 minutes later she called back. "Hello?" "Michael you were right. I jumped into that relationship way too fast." "What happened?" "He only wanted one thing. I didn't want to do that. He didn't care when I told him that reminded me off my dad raping me. I broke up with him." "Really?" "Why do you sound so happy about that?" Even though I didn't want to tell her how I felt, she could hear it in my voice. I still tried to hide my true feelings. "That is an awful situation to find yourself in." "Yeah, I'm never going to find someone who loves me. No one cares about me." I heard her crying. "I care about you (f/n)." "You're so sweet. Why can't all guys be like you? Why couldn't I have met a guy like you?" I was so confused. "I'm a guy like me and you met me." "Oh yeah. Silly me." She started laughing. "Hey you said you never got to go to an amusement park, arcade, or pool. Maybe one day I could have one closed for me or I could wear a disguise and we could go together if you want." "You know, I have no Idea how this dating stuff works, but it sounds like you're asking me on one. Are you?" "Am I?" I didn't really know how dating worked either, but I decided to take a risk. "I mean I am. So what do you say?" "Michael, if I ever see you again, it's a date." I smiled to myself I couldn't believe it. "Great. I can't wait." "Me neither." I began to wonder if I would ever see her again. I sighed. I'm pretty sure (f/n) heard me. "For now let's continue to talk on the phone. We'll talk all the time. Okay?" "I'd like that." "So my parents were arrested." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah and I hope they never come out." "So what's going to happen to you now? Where will you live?" "DCFS will find somewhere for me." After a while of silence (f/n) spoke up. "Who am I kidding? No one will want to adopt me. No one likes me and I don't know why." "Listen to me. Some one out there will adopt you." So we talked all day. We laughed and cried and there is one thing that I knew. I loved her so much. I just didn't know how to tell her.
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