#ilovemynonexistentbf

MICHAEL JACKSON vitiligo was spreading. Not only on his wrist, but on his arms and chest a bit. He was getting very insecure about it. It was the hottest day of the summer yet 105 degrees.

Usually he would skip out on getting in the pool but it was extremely hot.

You had been staying over for the week for your best friend, La Toya and your boyfriend, Michael.

You very much enjoyed the Jackson’s company and liked all of them.

As you walked outside, Tito, Jackie, Marlon, Jermaine, Randy, and Janet were in the pool, splashing around. Michael was no where to be seen.

You walked over to the edge of the pool where Jackie was. “Hey, ya seen Mike?”

You ask, squinting your eyes in the rays of the sun.

“Mmm. Michael… well you know how he is. He won’t get in because he won’t get into a swimsuit.” Jackie says climbing out to grab a drink.

You sigh and walk into the house and towards Michael bedroom.

The door is closed with soft music playing inside. You knock on on the door a couple times gently. “Mikey? You in there?” A few seconds pass before the door creaks open.

Michael stands at the doorway. “Hi” he says softly, reaching out for your hand. You intertwine the two of your fingers together.

“Babe, come outside. Everyone is out there and you shouldn’t be alone.” Michael pulls you in the room and sits on the bed.

“Yeah I know but it’s so hot out and I don’t wanna get in the pool.” You sit down next to him, gently taking his face in your hands.

“Mikey, you’re beautiful.” He blushes a bit and looks anywhere else but your face.

Staring at his hands fiddling in his lap. You sigh and drop your hands on his shoulders instead, squeezing gently.

“Come on handsome, go get changed. Please? For me?” He finally looks up at your face.

He see the pout and puppy eyes and instantly melts. You know that always works with him.

He straightens up, sighing softly. “On one condition.” He says, as he takes your hands in his.”you gotta put my sunscreen on.”

You instantly nod. “Anything! Yes yes! I’ll put your sunscreen on for you!”

He smiles and stands up. “I’ll be quick.” He walks into the bathroom where his closet is connected.

You were actually surprised when he agreed. He must’ve had enough of the heat and maybe didn’t care? Who knows.

He walks out a few minutes later. Just in swim shorts.

You stand up and walk over to him. “You’re beautiful. No joke.” You look him up and down. He pulls you into a soft kiss.

You kiss him back before he pulls away. You take his hand and run out of the room to the outside.

He giggles and runs with you. “ hey! I wasn’t kidding about the sunscreen thing.”

You just chuckled as you make it outside.

“I know, I know. You walk over to the lounge chairs and gesture for him to lay down. He lays face down as you open the sunscreen.

You look down at his skin. The different patches of light skin caught your eye.

Not because he looked weird or bad. Because it was so unique and wondered how he could be so insecure about it.

You gently rub the sunscreen on his skin. Stopping once a while to press a kiss on his shoulder.

After you’re done applying you stand up, “cmon Mikey. It’s so hotttt!” You run towards the pool and jump in.

Everyone looks shocked as they see Michael outside, no shirt and getting in the pool.

“Look at you Mike! Finally living life again.” Marlon calls out.

Michael shakes his head as he gets in. “Yeah whatever, Marlon! Just shut up.”

Michael swims toward you and picks up.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you deeply, relishing the feeling of your lips on his.

He pulls away with a soft “mwah” and smiles at you. “Thank you.”

He says letting you down back in the water but still holding onto you.

“You make me feel so good about myself. Dunno what’d I do without you.”

You smile and slap his shoulder playfully. “Stop flattering me.”

He laughs. “No I’m being serious!” You pull away to splash him. “Alright! Enough with the sap. I love you idiot.” He splashes you back and pulls you back in. ”good,” you taste a brow. “Not gonna say it back?”

He just giggles and kisses you again. He pulls away for just a second to say ‘love you more, baby’ before kissing you again.

SAM Monroe was your boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for a couple years now and everything was going great! Until… his relat with drugs started and kept getting worse.

Sam would be doing anything he could get his hands on. It was pretty bad to say the least. You tried helping him, tried to break him out of this habit but he wouldn’t.

The two of you had just got done making love, Sam’s eyes were red rimmed and pupils dilated. You immediately got up after, putting your clothes on.

“Mmm… baby?” Sam mumbles, rubbing his eyes and reaching over the edge of the bed to grab his boxers. “I’m fine.” You say, putting his sweatpants on, wearing only a bra as a top.

He stands up, pulling his boxers up, then sitting back down. “Cm’here.” He says, looking up at you expectantly, holding his arms out. “Sam.. I-I-I can’t!” You groan, running a hand down your face.

He furrows his brows in confusion, you never refused his touches. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you…? Was I too rough?” He stands up and walks towards you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your hair.

You sigh softly, pushing his hand away. “No, no… nothing like that. It’s just…” you cut yourself off with a grunt as you look at him. He looked so sad, yet so high, it made you angry and bad for him all at the same time.

“It’s your addiction with drugs, Sam! You can’t even make love to me without smoking a joint!” Sam sighs, thinking you’re ridiculous. “It’s no big dea-“ you cut him off, “NO BIG DEAL?! Are you fucking serious?” You shake your head, taking off the sweatpants that you’re wearing and shove it towards him.

“I can’t do this Sam! I can’t take it anymore!” He walks after you, watching as you pack up all your thinks and jumps into his pants “where ya goin’?”

“I’m leaving, you to be exact.” Oh those words pained you, made you want to just cry and jump into his arms. You loved him, too much, it was never going to work out.

Sams face contorts into a sad face. “What..? Babe, no… I love you!” You walk out with your bag, walking out of his room and downstairs, past his stepdad and mom with the twins.

Sam doesn’t run after you, he doesn’t want to seem like a complete and utter loser but he did start crying. He quickly walks over to close it and runs his back down the door and cries. He loves you.

OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS:

Sam had sobered up without hesitation after you left him. You were the one drug that he needed. The one and only that he could barely breathe without it. Corey had told Sam you were going to his party. Sam already was going but he wanted to make sure that he was gonna be there for you.

TIMESKIP to the night of the party, Sam walked in, Corey walking up to him “Hey Sammy boy,” Corey smirks, his voice barely audible over the music. “I seen her earlier she might be in the kitchen!” Sam nods, walking to the kitchen. People were dancing, making out, and worst of all, doing drugs. Sam stopped in his tracks as he sees people smoking joints. It makes him want to relapse real bad, but he cant, so he keeps walking to the kitchen.

The kitchen is packed with people doing shots and making out. Then, he sees you, leaning against the counter. He walks up to you. Your eyes lit up at the sight him. He looked different, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. “Oh… hey Sam.” You say a bit quietly. “Hey, you wanna go somewhere quieter?

You nod as he lead you out to the backyard, closing the patio door and sitting on ten swing set outside. You follow him, sitting on the swing next to him, swinging a bit.

“I’m sober.” He suddenly says not looking at you. It catches you off guard at first, but then you smile softly. “Oh.. that’s good.” He nods “yeah, ‘good’ is an understatement but okay” you really look at him, he took his earrings out, he’s not wearing any makeup, he looks… normal.

So, of course you cut straight to the point. “Wanna get back together?” You smirk a bit standing up. “He sideways glances at you. “Hell yeah.” He stands up, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a soft and tender kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and after a bit you pull away with a soft ‘mwah’ “I’m sorry, Sam. I should’ve tried harder to help you.”

You run your hand through the hair on the nape of his neck. He smiles a bit. “I kept pushing you away. I realized the only type of drug I needed is you.” He cups your cheeks and peppers your face in kisses. You giggle, pulling away. “Hey stop that!” He just smiles and holds his arms for a hug.

“Come here, baby.” You run into his arms. He buriea his face in your shoulder. “I love you.” He says, kissing your neck.

And with that you two are back together and everything… just clicks

MY FIRST POSTTTTT Idk why I love this pic so much. Has nothing to do with the story but I just love it AGHH

MICHAEL JACKSON was your best friend since childhood. The two of you had gotten along very well and you were his only human friend. You came from a poor family, not famous at all.

Michael had just started working on his new album Thriller. He just came back from a long day of recording. Bill drove him to your house and he knocked.

His feeling for you were getting a bit to hard to hide. He didn’t want to hide them anymore. You meant everything to him and he wanted you.

The whole past week he has been think about asking you out but had been so nervous of ruining your friendship or getting rejected.

Little did he know you have liked him more than a friend since the day the two of you met. You were just really good at hiding it.

You would’ve never have thought that Michael liked you back but he did. And he liked you back BAD.

You sighed “coming!” You were in pajamas and didn’t feel like getting up from your comfy bed but you had no choice since your parents were asleep.

He waits outside your door, nervously rubbing his hands together. He was gonna do it tonight, he was gonna confess his feeling to you.

His mind was racing with every possible scenario. “What if she doesn’t like me back,” what if she never want to talk to me?” What if..”

His thought were quickly cut off as the he heard the sound of the door opening. You open the door and see a very tired and nervous looking Michael. “Hey, you” You say looking him up and down

“Hey…” he responds, looking past you in your house. “May I come in?” You smirk, “why wouldn’t I? You’re acting weird.” He shakes his head. “Just tired I guess.” You step aside to let him in.

He walks in and walks into your kitchen immediately. “Did ya get that ice cream for me?” He asks as he opens the freezer. You giggled a bit and closed the door, walking in the kitchen too. “Yes, of course I did, Mikey. How else would I keep you from getting a temper tantrum?”

He smiles and takes the strawberry ice cream out of the freezer, walking to the cabinets to grab two bowls for you too. You admire him like you always do. You had no idea he had actually liked you back.

“So how was your day today?” He asks setting the bowls down and scooping some ice cream into them. “Mmm.. it was fine. Didn’t really do anything, you?”

“I kept messing up at the studio today. My mind has been all over the place lately.” He says sliding the bowl over to you. You sit down at the island counter chairs. He eats his ice cream peacefully.

“I missed you” he says quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it. You look over at him and smile softly at the redness of his cheeks. “Missed you too Mikey.” He blushes even harder and looks away.

You finish your ice cream and take your guy’s bowls and washes them. Michael gets up on the counter to sit on the edge.

His legs swing slightly as he fiddles with his hands. “Listen, I- how do I even say this.” You continue to wash the dishes. “I know we’ve been friend for a long time, right? And I- um….”

You put the bowls on the drying rack and lean against the sink facing him.

“Go on.” You say, encouraging him to continue. He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “I really like you. Like REALLY like you. And I was hoping you felt the same way about me.” He looks at you to see your reaction.

You feel your heart skip a beat in your chest as his words leave his lips. You have had liked Michael forever.

“I uh like you too. I’ve liked you for years.” You mumble, looking down at your feet. He sighs of relief. His shoulder loosening up as he feels more confident in himself.

He smiles and rubs the back off his neck as he climbs off the counter, stepping closer to you. “So you wanna be my girl?” He asks his eyes very hopeful. You look up and smile back, “Mhm, of course I wanna.”

He leans in, his lips pressing against yours as he kisses you. The kiss is sweet and a bit clumsy. His hand rest on your cheeks as your hand rest on his waist.

He pulls away with a soft “mwah” He looks at your lips again and kisses you again, making sure he’s does it right this time.

JAAFAR JACKSON and his brother, Jermajesty Jackson have a lake house. You have been there many many times because you were best friends with Jaafar and Jermajesty

You and Jaafar had always been close. Until, one night you were drunk as hell and Jaafar picked you up. You were feeling real horny that night for some odd reason. Needless to say, you ended up on top of him, sweating after you had sex.

Ever since that night, you decided to keep it a secret of your guy’s relationship. No one knew, or that’s what you thought. See, Jaafar has slipped up one day and accidentally told Jermajesty the two of you were dating. Jermajesty swore he wouldn’t tell anyone and Jaafar believed him.

He was so wrong. Jermajesty told almost everyone in the family. They all decided to keep it quiet to see how long the two of you would continue to try to ‘sneak around’

TIMESKIP

You’re in the passenger seat right next to Jermajesty while Jaafar sits in the back. You can feel your bones shaking with excitement of the day planned ahead. Swimming, hanging out with your two favorite people, tanning. It was very exciting.

The car slowly comes to a stop.

You get out quickly as Jermajesty and Jaafar follow after you. The rest of the Jackson family was already there before you guys. You walk into the lake house.

Jaafar follows after you. When he’s sure no one is in the house, he pulls you into his room he usually takes.

He shuts the door quietly and turn towards you. “Baby, listen I really need to talk to you.” You hum a bit and set you bag down, taking his bag and setting it down next to yours. “Yes, Jaafar, baby?”

You lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Jaafar takes some clothes out of his bag and puts them away in the closet as he talks.

“Listen, i really like you, like a lot. I know we’re already dating and stuff but ya know…” He hangs a couple of his shirts up trying to busy himself so he doesn’t embarrass himself. “You wanna be public?” You cut in, sitting up.

“Yeah,” he nods looking at you over his shoulder before walking over to sit down next to you the edge of the bed. You turn towards him fully. He takes you hand in his, caressing it. “And I might’ve… just might’ve-uh..” he sighs, running a hand down his face as he say in a whisper. “I might’ve already told Jermajesty…”

“I-“ before you could say anything more, he cut you off. “He may or may not have told like the whole family.” Jaafar winces at his own words. Damn, Jermajesty was a little bitch. Footsteps come running down the hall and Jermajesty runs in the room.

“Hey lovebir-“ before he could finish his sentence your lunging at him, making him fall to the ground. “JER! How could you!” You hold his wrist over his head with both hands and sit on his chest.

“What?! What did I do?” He asks, putting on his innocent face. “What’d you do?” You ask, wanting to strangle him. Warm, large hand come up around your waist as your pulled of Jermajesty. “Y/N, calm down.” Jaafar says in his nonchalant voice. You sit back down on the bed and Jaafar sits next to you.

You sigh. “I’m sorry Jer. Didn’t mean to be so… harsh.” You watch him pull himself up. “No no.. I should be sorry, I told everyone about your little secret relationshi-“ his smirk is wiped off his face as you lunch for him again, making you both fall to the ground. “I KNEW YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

Jaafar’s voice cuts in. “Y/N, I told him, remember? You should be mad at me!” He stands up and pulls you off Jermajesty once again. This time pulling you into his lap so you wouldn’t want to leave.

Jermajesty stand up. “I think you two are really a good fit for each other,” he says stepping back so you won’t lunge at him. Jaafar nods in agreement. “Right, who really is gonna care if we’re dating, Y/n? Sure as hell not me. Neither should you.”

He kisses you cheek and stands up, making you stand up with him. “We can talk about this later if you want, right now I wanna go swimming.” Jermajesty nods, “see ya guys out there” Jermajesty walks outside. Shutting the door behind him, just leaving you and Jaafar alone.

Jaafar walks over to the closet to grab his swim trunks and takes off his shirt. You walk away to grab your bikini, faced away from him as you take your clothes off. “I can’t believe you told him,” you shake your head is disbelief. Jaafar, not being able to help himself stares right at your bare ass.

“Mmm…” he hums but snaps back into reality when you put your bikini bottoms on. “It was an accident, babe.” You sigh turning towards him, going to walk out of the room. “Whatever, Jaafar, let’s go before they start wondering what we’re doing.” Jaafar follows you out of the lake house.

The smell of food fills your nostrils as you walk outside. The sound of laughter and seeing people scattered around made you smile. Kids were playing in the water. Jermajesty Jogs up to you two.

“You two need to go in the water! It’s so nice!” He jogs back to the dock and dives in, expecting you two to do the same.” Jaafar jogs after him and dives in. You walk over and stand at the edge of the dock. “Cmon, Y/N! Don’t be scared now!” Jermajesty calls out.

Both Jaafar and Jermajesty wait expectingly for you to jump in. You sigh. “Remember last time? I jumped in and broke my leg?” Jaafar burst out laughing. “Yeah! And no one knows how you did that! This is the deep end!” Jermajesty laughs with him.

“Oh fuck the both of you.” You scoff, crossing you arms. After the laughter dies a bit Jaafar holds out his arms. “Cmon, babe.” He grins, seeing you reaction. “I’ll catch ya!” Your face contorts to nervousness as you look around.

“JAAFAR!” You whisper yell, “you never know who is listening!” He shrugs, “the musics pretty loud-“ Jermajesty cuts in. “Quit being and scaredy cat and jump in before I push you in!”

“Okay! Okay!” You look down at Jaafar. “Swear you’ll catch me.” Jaafar, arms still held out just nods, still grinning. And with that, you jump in, Jaafar catches you, laughing. “See? That wasn’t so bad, last time you were just unlucky I guess…”

You slap his chest playfully. “I hate you” he lifts you up, not caring who is looking. “No you don’t.” Jermajesty climbs out to go grab something. You rest you hands on his broad shoulders. “Yeah you’re right.”

Everyone looks at the two of you. You don’t even care. You close the little distance between you two, kissing him. Everyone cheers, they all already knew but it was always good to be right about something. Jaafar kisses you back, holding you close.