Michael Jackson X Reader

Low Self-esteem and Anxiety

Your POV
It was an ordinary day. You and your sister went to school. School was over. You went home. You were surprised that you didn't see Michael. You decided to call him. "Hello." "Hey Michael. How are you?" "I'm fine." "That's great. I was worried about you, since you didn't come over." "Yeah. Um, how are you?" "I'm good. I had a pretty normal day. Well I have to go to work now." "Bye." You hung up the phone and headed out the door. Work soon ended. Becky got ready for her date. Meanwhile, you got back on the phone with Michael. "Hey aren't you going to come over or something?" "Sorry I can't." "May I ask why?" "I just can't okay,?!" You heard what sounded like sobs. "Michael, are you crying?" "Look, I don't want to talk about it. Just know that I am never leaving my house again." "Michael what's wrong?" "I don't want to talk about it." "Well maybe, I can see you at your house." "No! Listen, we can talk all you want, but." A few silent moments passed. ",but what Michael?" "Listen, can we just change the subject? How are you doing?" "I was doing fine, until you started not telling me what's going on." "Aren't I entitled to some privacy?" "Not when you all of a sudden don't want to see me. Did I do something wrong?" "No." "Did you fall out of love with me?" "Of course not. I still love you." "Then please tell me what's wrong." "I don't want to talk about it." "Oh. Then call me when you want to talk about it. Bye Michael." You hung up the phone. If he didn't want to see you, then there must be another girl. Tears fell down your face. You thought Michael was the perfect guy for you, but what else could you expect. Every girl wanted Michael. You cried for hours. You're mother knew something was wrong. She came in your room. "Hey. What's wrong?" "I think Michael's seeing another girl. He doesn't want to see me and he doesn't want me to see him." "Well, I don't think that I should give boyfriend, girlfriend advice considering that I just got dumped." Now your mom was crying "Oh mom don't cry. You don't need him." "It hurts you know." "Yeah I know. How about we just got some sleep." "Good Idea. Goodnight." Your mom walked out of your room. Just then Becky came in. "I'm home!" Becky looked in your room. "Where's Michael?" "He's not here." "I'm shocked that Michael didn't come over." "Me too Becky." " Maybe he'll come over soon." "No he isn't." "Well I'm sure he has a good reason." "You really think so?" "I know so. I've seen you two interact with each other. I've seen how you were when you two didn't interact. I know that you two love each other and love is a pretty powerful force. He'll come running for you. I just know it." "Thanks Becky." "Anything for a sister." Just then the doorbell rang. You heard security call your name. "Miss (l/n) someone is here to see you." You slowly walked to the door. You saw a man with a fedora on top of his afro. He stared at the floor. "Michael?"

Michael's POV
I woke up one morning and I made the horrible mistake of looking in a mirror. I hated what I saw. Staring back at me was a horrible reflection. My face was covered in acne. I never wanted to be seen again. I stayed in my room and made sure not look at mirrors. My mother came to check on me. "I haven't seen you all day Michael. Are you alright?" Tears fell down my face. "I'm hideous." "No you're not." "Don't you see my acne?" "Sure, but everyone gets acne at some point or another." "Mines is the worst. I don't ever want to be seen." "You're beautiful." "You have to say that because you're my mom." "Don't you know that you are made in God's image?" "Sure, mom." "I mean it. Are you hungry?" " No." "I hate when you get like this. You're skinny as it is. What are you trying to do, disappear?" "I wish I could." "I just want my boy to be happy." I didn't respond. "Did you use the stuff you got from the dermatologist?" "Yes mom." "Your acne will go away. I promise you that." Just then the phone rang. "Hello." "Is it that special someone?" "Yes mom." "Well then I'll leave you to it." It was a very brief conversation since (f/n) had to go to work. A few more hours went by. My sister Janet came into my room. "You're home!" I quickly wiped my eyes. "Yep." "Why didn't you go see you're girlfriend? You're still together aren't you?" "Yeah. I couldn't." "Why not?" "Janet, don't you see my face?" "Yeah what about it?" "It's covered in acne." "So?" Just then the phone rang. It was (f/n). She asked if I was coming over. I told her no. I didn't want to talk about it, but (f/n) insisted. I held my ground. She said not to call her unless I was going to explain why I didn't want to see her. Throughout the conversation I was crying. She hung up. Tears poured down my face. I thought I had lost her. Was acne worth losing (f/n) over? "That didn't sound good." "It wasn't. I think I lost her." I buried my head in my hands. "Is this still about your acne?" "Yes Janet." "Are you going to give up a girl because of some acne?" Absolutely not. (f/n) was worth fighting for. I decided to put my own feelings to the side for her. I looked at my watch. It was 8 o'clock. "Janet she's probably so mad at me. What do I say? What do I do?" "Why are you asking me. I'm only 11. I don't know about relationships." I sighed. Janet was right. I thought long and hard about what to do. I looked at my watch and it was now 10. I decided to just try to talk to (f/n). I grabbed my fedora and put it on. I quickly made my way out my house. I crossed the street. I ranged the doorbell. Security answered the door. He let me inside. He called for (f/n). I kept my eyes on the floor. I was to ashamed to look at anybody. Then I heard her. "Michael?" "Yeah. I came to see you." "Why won't you look at me?" Tears fell down my face. "I'm ashamed." "Ashamed of what?" "I'm ashamed of my face." ", but it's so cute and handsome." I looked at her confused. I took off my fedora. "Are you sure?" "Positive." ",but I have very bad acne." "So?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Is that why you didn't want to see me?" "Yeah. Do you still love me?" "Of course." She hugged me and kissed my lips. I kissed back. I pulled back. She smiled at me. "Well I should go." ",but you just got here." "I know, but it's late." "Maybe you don't have to leave right now." Then my stomach growled really loud. Everyone started laughing. (F/n) grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen. "Come on. I'll fix you something to eat." She made Mac and cheese. "Hey I feel like watching a movie. Do you want to watch a movie?" "Sure." So we walked over to the couch. (F/n) put in a movie. She sat on the couch and I wrapped my arm around her. She rested her head on my chest. My eyes grew heavy. I woke up to the sun shinning in my face. (f/n) sat up. I cannot believe that I stayed at her house all night. My parents are so going to kill me.
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