Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones but You Would Never Hurt Me..... Right? (A Michael Jackson Love Story)
Yet another Michael Jackson story :)
For the record, I'm NOT copying KeyKeynMJ's story, I'm just using the same setting and scheme-ish thing. But I swear I'm not copying it though, okay? And she knows that.
But yeah anyways, shout out to her (KeyKeynMJ) because she makes some of THE best Michael Jackson stories on here! I love you gurl! :P
Michael, Michael, Michael......
Name: Scarlette Stanford
Age: 16 (Junior in high school)
Eyes: Dark hazel
Skin: Tan-ish looking
Hair: Dark red and narturally wavy, to her shoulders
Height: 5' 3"
Body Type: Athletic, but barely any curves. Just enough to pass for 6th grade girl, lol.
Status: 'Going steady' with the captain of the football team, Michael.
Setting: Sacremento, California
Time setting: September, 1982. Everyone at their school just started back a week ago.
Scarlette is the head of the junior cheerleading squad at Sacremento West High School. She is also dating the captain of the football team, Michael Jackson. (Keep in mind that he will NOT be famous at any point in time during this story.) They have been dating since their freshman year and have been completely inseperable ever since.
Until one night changes them both forever.........
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I bent down and grabbed my textbooks for first period out of my locker, then stood back up, and slammed it closed. There, against the locker next to mine I saw my gorgeous boyfriend, Michael, leaning on his side staring at me. I bit my lip and glanced at the floor, "hi." I greeted him as I looked back up into his brown eyes, "hey beautiful." he said as he leaned down and kissed me. His lips lingered on mine for a few seconds, then he bit my bottom lip in a playful way, which definately made my heart skip a few beats. I pulled away from him to look at his face, "I see you're in a good mood." I commented.
"I'm always in a good mood when I'm with you." he said as he blushed. It was harder to see if he was because of his dark skin, but I swear a saw a bit of pink.......
"Jackson, are you blushing?" I noted. And yes, we're close enough to be on a last name basis. (lol)
"Shut up! I'm not!" he tried to defend himself, but it was way too obvious that he was. I rolled my eyes, "can I take those for you?" he asked as he gestured to my books. I suspect he was just trying to change the subject.
"Thank you, but they're kinda heavy." I said as I passed them to him. He shook his head as we began walking to my first class.
Once we were in the room I took a seat on my desk. Since there was still about seven or eight minutes left until the bell rung Michael stayed, which I was glad about. He sat on top of my best friends desk. She would probably be mad when she came in here, she had more a love-hate type of relationship with him. They fight just like my little twin brother and sister always do.
"So when do you play your first game?" I asked him.
"Of what?" he asked.
"Football, dummy." I said as I smiled in a joking way.
"Oh right, I guess it slipped my mind. Uh, we play on September....... 24th, I'm pretty sure. You'll be there right?" he asked like he was actually unsure. His insecurities were so cute.
"Of course! I'm excited for it. And besides that, even if I didn't want to go I'd have to; cheerleading captain, remember?" I said, pointing to myself and popping my gum.
He smiled, "your so funny when you act all arrogant." he said as he hopped off of the desk. I didn't get mad at him because we made remarks like that to each other all the time. We were best friends who just happened to be dating.
He came closer to me and put his hands on either side of my legs and leaned in once again to have our lips make contact.
I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck and drawing him closer to me. I think more people were starting to file into the room, but we didn't care. I didn't have a problem with showing affection to him in public; I loved him, I just haven't told him yet.
While I was thinking about this, I felt his tounge sweep gently across my bottom lip, so I let him in. His tounge wrestled with mine and tried to pin it down. I smiled into the kiss. Then I felt him just exploring my mouth and his hands move to my legs, where they slowly crept up my thigh; it felt so good that I almost moaned out loud, but I learned to contain myself after the years of him doing this to me. I think he purposely did it for his enjoyment. His tounge went into the back part of my mouth one last time.
He pulled back after we both heard someone call his name. He raised his eyebrows at me in a cocky way before turing around to see who it was. I looked over his shoulder too to see Keke staring at him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Michael Jackson!" she shouted at him in an angry tone.
"What?" he asked back, mimicking her stance and expression.
She rolled her eyes, "you need to keep you hands and lips to yourself and get to class. The bell rings in under two minutes." she said sternly.
"I'll get there when I get there, don't worry about me." he said as he turned back around and kissed me more forcefully to prove his I'm not leaving point.
A couple seconds later Mr. Varner strolled in, "Mr. Jackson! I'd appreciate it very much if you'd give Ms. Stanford the chance to focus on something other than your lips, class is starting." he said. I could picture Michael rolling his eyes. He pulled back again and looked over at Keke, who had a smirk on her face, "bye Mikey Bear. " she said as she waved dramatically. He laughed and turned back to me, then whispered into my ear, "I'll save you a seat on my lap at lunch." he joked. His hot breath tickled as it hit my ear.
"Get outta here!" I said as I playfully punched his arm. He smiled and popped the gum in his mouth. Wait a minute, what gum did he have? I felt around in my mouth with my tounge and realized mine was gone. My eyes widened a bit as he flashed me a toothy smile with it in between his teeth. I shook my head as he officialy left the room. I sat down in my chair just as the bell rang.
Lunch- 6th period
I strolled into the lunchroom with Keke's arm linked with mine. We were talking and laughing about our last class all of the way to the table.
"Oh, and did you see Samantha's face? That was the most priceless thing I've seen all year." she said. I nodded my head in agreement.
We sat down at our table. I had Keke on my right and Michael on my left, "hey." I said as I leaned over to kiss his cheek. He smiled and threw his arm over my shoulder to pull me closer to him.
"Ugh, hands to yourself Michael." Keke said playfully as she poked his arm.
"Aw, do you want a hug too?" he taunted her.
"From you? No thanks." she said as she turned away and began talking to someone else on the other side of her. Michael laughed, "ready go get our lunch?" he asked me. I nodded; he grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him to the lunch line.
We grabbed our trays and pushed them down the line. As I reached in a bin to grab something, Michael pressed right up against me and reached for the same thing. I giggled, "you know you could have just asked me to get it for you." I commented.
"Yeah, but that wouldn't have been as fun." he said with a cocky smile on his face.
He paid for both of our lunches (even though I argued like I always do) and we walked back to our table.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He was acting strange.
"I'm fine, why?"
"Because you're acting different that usual."
"How different?" he asked me curiously.
"Like you're never normally this touchy around me. You're normally all shy and whatnot. You seem like you're trying to play the bad-boy role." I accused, but with a small smile so he wouldn't be offended.
"I can't......... I don't wanna tell you why." he said as he looked away from me. I put my hand on the side of his face and forced him to look at me, "you can tell me. I swear I won't laugh....... maybe." I said, he gave me a look like that read 'not funny'.
"C'mon you know I'm kidding around." I said as I inched closer to his face.
He exhaled loudly, "you have cheerleading practice today right?"
"Meet me on the football field behind the bleachers later and I'll tell you, okay?"
"Fine. But it better be really good."
"Oh trust me, it is......" he trailed off.
(A/N: Wow! This is bogus! I don't really like this first chapter because there's too much physical stuff between them. But that's what high schoolers do, right? Yeah, I know, lol. So anyways, I hope you guys like it at least; so comment, rate, and everything else :) Bye)