My Life with the One I Love: Michael Jackson
This is one of my old stories I happened to come across on here and I decided to edit it and continue posting it. You can check back daily to see what chapter I have posted.
I've been having writers block lately, so any future chapters I have not edited and re-posted might be delayed.
''Note: This story will skip a few years near the beginning.''
And don't worry, I'm also working on the other stories.
Much love given,
Michael and I had been best friends since the age of nine, year 1967. He's always been by my side when no else was there, and he was always invading my thoughts.
I couldn't concentrate in school and do my work because his handsome face was always staring back at me. And everyday after school ended, he's sitting on my porch waiting for me.
Back then, I had a crush on him. Now, it feels like my feelings for him have grown stronger and I had no way of stopping it. I didn't deny the way I felt but 'nor did I admit it.
I wasn't prepared for him to admit that he didn't feel the same way about me and shatter my heart into millions of pieces by those four little words: ''Let's just be friends.''
''1976, July 4th''
The night sky hovered over our small neighborhood. Everyone was out, lightening fireworks and celebrating. The little kids didn't complain when they were occupied with Poppers and the teens were laughing as they swirled the Sparklers in circles.
I sat on the porch with my sister, Hannah, and watched my parents light the fireworks and stared in awe at the colors that decorated the sky.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Hannah smirked at me as she sipped my homemade smoothie.
I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend." ''At least not yet,'' I thought.
"You're right. You're far too ugly to be his type." she laughed at her own comment.
My jaw dropped for a moment. I bit my lip in anger, accidently piercing through the soft tissue. I grabbed my cup off the small table that sat between us and threw it on her.
"Ah, you betch!" she screamed at me, trying to rid herself from the smoothie that dripped from her face onto the wooden porch. Her voice was drowned out from all the fireworks exploding in the sky, so our parents didn't hear her.
But I didn't care. I wanted to be alone. Away from my sister, away from the fireworks, and away from reality.
I hid behind the big oak tree in our backyard and let the tears shed, drenching my cheeks. As I wipe them away, more tears fell.
What Hannah said stabbed me right in the heart. But maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't pretty enough for Michael. Maybe-
"Nevaeh?" I knew that soft voice anywhere. It was Michael.
I didn't respond, instead quickly wipe my tears away. I hated crying in front of boys, especially Michael.
I heard the grass rustle as he sat beside me. "Nevaeh, you alright?"
"I'm fine." my voice cracked.
"No you're not." he scooted closer. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"
I stared into the empty space beyond me.
He sighed. "It's ok, you don't have to. But why aren't you out there with your family?"
I shrugged. "Just wanted to be by myself."
"Oh, um, you want me to go?"
I shook my head. "You can stay."
There was an awkward silence between us.
"So," I started off, "what is your family doing?"
"Just sitting around. Joesph wanted us to practice again tonight, but mother told him we should take the rest of the day off. I decided to come see you."
My heart skipped a beat. Michael wanted to spend the rest of his afternoon with me!
"Really?" I asked.
He nodded and wiped away a tear that escaped. "What's bothering you?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Nothing."
I glanced down and that's when I saw a purple bruise on Michael's wrist.
"Michael, what's that?"
He looked down at his wrist and quickly covered it with his sleeve. "It's nothing."
I sometimes hated when he kept secrets from me. "Wanna make a deal?"
He looked at me. "What kind of deal?"
"I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours."
He thought a moment and finally answered, "You first,"
"It's Hannah...she's such an evil witch!"
"What'd she do?"
"She told me that...that I was too ugly to be with you."
Michael's eyes widened. "And you believed her?"
"Yes." I mumbled and stared down at the grass.
I felt his hand under my chin and he lifted it up. "You're not ugly in my eyes." he smiled at me.
I blushed and looked back down. My cheeks were growing hotter by the second.
He lifted my chin once again. "You're the most beautiful girl I've seen. Don't let anyone tell you different."
To my surprise, he leaned in and kissed me softly. It felt like electricflying sparks shooting through my veins. His lips were soft, warm, and moist.
I cupped the back of his head and deepened the kiss. He nibbled on my bottom lip and slid his tongue across the surface, begging to enter. I parted my lips and let him take control. His tongue wrestled against mine and I felt goosebumps on my arms as his slightly large hands carressed them both.
I felt tingly all over as we slowly departed. Our breathing was irregular as we both smiled at each other.
I snuggled in his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
"I always dreamed of something like this happening." I said.
Michael smiled. "Me too,"
I glanced up at him. "Now it's your turn."
Michael sighed. "Well, um, I talked back to Joseph."
My eyes widened. I knew how mean their father was, but I didn't think would he go as far as to hurt his own kids.
"That's unlike you. What happened?"
"I dunno. He just kept yelling at us and to do this and do that, and then I just...snapped."
I gently touched his bruise and he cringed.
"Sorry." I took my hand away.
He gave me a warm smile. "It's ok."
"But how am I suppose to sleep tonight not knowing what he might do to you next?"
"You just let me worry about that." He kissed me once again and allowed his tongue to venture.
I pulled away slightly, my lips still against his. "Are we gonna be kissing all night?"
He chuckled. "I guess so."