#august 29

when the Jackson 5 had started, they were doing little gigs around their town to get recognition.

one particular gig Joseph had them go to, Marlon had met you. and boy did he like you. that man was infatuated with you. it was like love at first sight.

he introduced you to his brothers, his older ones didn’t care, but Michael did. Michael didn’t have a lot of friends so he took this opportunity to be your friend.

and from then you guys were the inseparable trio.

yall were always together one way or another, the press had photos of all three of you together. Katherine took pictures of the three of you. Jackie did too because his little brothers friends are his friends too! (hope that didn’t sound weird)

but of course, good things come to an end. Michael was so happy to finally have a friend. he kept pulling you away from Marlon to show you all the cool stuff he got from different places.

today was one of those days.

“And then I got this spray for my afro, it’s supposed to make it shine but, I dunno. Then I got this little thing, I dunno what it does but—” Michael had gotten cut off by Marlon, because Marlon wanted to show you his stuff too. “Hey, can I show her my stuff too?” Marlon asked.

“No, Marlon, I’m still showing her my stuff!” Michael said.

“But it’s been 20 minutes, you’ve had your turn.” Marlon said, a little irritated.

“Well keep waiting!” Michael replied, also getting frustrated.

Marlon got on the floor anyway and showed her his stuff.

Michael got mad, “Marlon, what are you doing??? Your stuff isn’t that important.”

“Yours isn’t either, you’re literally showing her stuff you use when you go to the toilet.” Marlon snapped.

“And you’re showing her a bunch of toys and some ugly pair of dancing shoes!” Michael snapped back.

“Hey! They aren’t ugly, they help me so I can dance better.” Marlon said, a little quieter because now his feelings were hurt.

“Well maybe you need to find some other shoes because they aren’t working.” Michael said. “Now where were we?”

Marlon got up without a word and went to another room.

when Michael got called down to do the dishes, you were left in the room. you heard tiny little sobs coming from the other room.

you tiptoe into the other room, you look at him, you felt so bad. “I don’t think your shoes are ugly.” you said.

Marlon sniffled. “They are, (Name).”

“Do you like your dancing shoes?” you asked him.

Marlon was confused on why you would asked that but answered anyway. “Yeah?”

“Then why does it matter what others think? As long as you like them, it shouldn’t matter.” you said, smiling at him.

Marlon smiled back at you and hugged you. “Thank you, (Name).”

years later. you, Michael and Marlon were now in your 20s.

and Marlon STILL wanted you. he’s never made a move on you but he still wants you.

after Michael’s thriller album got big, he had a lot of shit he had to do so he sorta drifted away from the group.

you and Marlon were just chillin in the pool you had just gotten recently. Marlon was swimming away and you sat just to put your feet in the water.

Marlon now gotten out the water, his abs were something you couldn’t stop looking at. Marlon noticed that.

“Like the view?” he teased.

“Stop it! It’s just that— they’re right in front of me!” you said, trying to save yourself. he just chuckled and sat next to you.

“Y’Know what would be interesting?” he asked.

“What?”

“If we got together.”

“Relationship wise?”

“Yeah.”

you looked at him. “You like me or sum?”

he looked dead at you. “Yeah.”

you were getting shy and you looked away. “Oh, I—”

“No, look at me mama, tell me how you feel with your chest.” he told you, grabbing your face gently and making you look at him.

“I mean.. I like you too.” you said, slowly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm..”

“That’s how you really feel?” he said, getting closer to you. you nodded.

“Nah baby, use your words.” he told you.

“Yeah..” you breathed out.

“So if I kissed you, you’d let me?” he asked and you nodded.

“What I just told you bout using your words?”

“Y-yeah I’d let you kiss me.”

“Good girl” he said, before kissing you.

guess that worked out perfectly for him.

a/n: yall, I need a theme idk what to do