𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.
pairing : 70’s Michael x reader.
a/n : first post on this acc how we feelin ?? This is purely fiction, so if isn’t like too a can of paint, I’m sorry?? also this isn’t proof read, and I’m half sleep sooo…
summary : an AU where Michael ( and his brothers) had a regular highschool experience.
contains : fluff, kissing, teasing by his brothers, established rls (kinda??), Michael is still famous but not that much idk, they treat him like a regular boy 🤷🏾♀️, flashbacks, “x reader” fanfic, black!coded reader, Michael’s a little nerd who tries to act big and bad (you see right past it.), mentions of n-word (I’m black like pls), suggestiveness at the end, mike gets influenced by friends, Michael is a student athlete (basketball)
Graduation couldn’t come by any faster the way Michael’s school year was progressing… yes, it was only August, and he wasn’t even a fraction done with his Senior year, but he could already taste the sweet freedom of Highschool being over, the freedom of being able to pursue more in his music (and his art, which he wouldn’t really openly talk about to just anyone), the mere thought of him going solo and out the group (no offense to his brothers) made him giddy on the inside. And, the best part about this so called “freedom” he was so close to having? Finally being able to focus on you.. like focus focus. Time to look for things more deeper, living together, maybe a nice apartment for the time being, he didn’t want to get a big house and burn out the fantasy of living together just yet, he wanted (and planned too) go to the same college as you, so it wouldn’t be no “long distance bullcrap”, and after you finish college, maybe things could get even deeper, kids, he meant. He deeply wanted kids, 18 of them if you will, but he knew that was unrealistic for some women, and some women being you, who firmly decided that kids weren’t even in your vocabulary right now, to which he sighed even thinking about the thought, but it was all alright, he’d find a way to convince you somehow.
But now? Now Michael had to focus what was infront of him, and that was you, popping on your gum while you dug in your locker, finding your biology books during the short 10 minutes before 1st period started. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes burning a hole on you, which probably wasn’t on purpose, since you knew his tendency of zoning out, knowing this, you decided on the best way to pull him out of trance.
You softly pressed your lips against his, not anything too serious, but something that would snap him back to reality. “…Mr. Pan.. you seriously gotta stop daydreaming.. it’s getting kind of concerning… maybe we gotta take you to the doctors or something.” You chuckled, going back too grabbing stuff out of your locker. “…Wait.. please tell me I didn’t leave my notes at your house last night, babe.. seriously? I always do this.” You sighed, mostly to yourself, finally looking up meet his gaze, this time his look was intentional, a small cocky smile resting against his face as he just stared, Gosh, you still looked as beautiful as you did the first day he’d seen you, he remembered it like yesterday.
1972, September 2nd.
“Michael quit staring at that girl..” Marlon chuckled, Michael flinching at the interruption of his constant zoning out, his eyes been on you since the first day of school, though words haven’t really been shared, due to rejection?? not really, Michael was humble, but he knew how girls were when it came to him, considering his upcoming musical career, girls his age practically came flying his way, what he was scared of messing it up, for him to finally talk to up, and for him to choke and stutter on his words, make a complete fool of himself, for you, to find out Michael Jackson, the upcoming lead singer who really had something coming for himself, was really just a nervous loser. And what intimidated him even more? The confidence that practically radiated off you when you walked past him, or anywhere, really. You always had your head held high, posture perfect, not a speck of dirt on your shoes nor clothes, always walking with a friend or two, smiling, giggling, happy, not even worried about Michael. That’s what made this whole thing harder on him, you hadn’t even glare at him once, while his almost whole school day resolved around you.
“Ain’t staring mane.. shut up.” Michael mumbled, mushing the nasty school “food” around his tray, desperately trying to keep his focus on something other than you. “If you don’t go up and talk to her ima do it myself!” His brother sung in his ear, he knew they were teasing, but still the mere thought of it happening made Michael’s heart drop, giving them a harsh look, a small sign of ‘don’t you dare.’. “…What.. don’t tell me Michael’s nervous?” His other brother, Jermaine sat at the table now, clearly already having a lead on where this conversation was at before he situated himself down.
“That boy definitely nervous.”
“I’m not.”
“That nigga petrified.” Jermaine cracked up, mostly to himself, which made Michael jump up out of his seat, startling his brothers, and a little of himself. “…I’m gonna go talk to her.” He briefly explained, before walking off, surprised by his own actions.
His heart thumped deep in his chest, yes, because he was doing this, but of the sight of you, you were way more beautiful close up, and he could promise on everything he loved that you looked straight out of a romantic shot of a movie, with all the slow down sappy music, and the hair flowing, just imagine that but in real life. His stomach churned in knots as he got closer and closer, quickly grazing you up and down to grasp on what to compliment you on to start conversation (a tip he got from one of his brothers), he settled for the the plaid skirt you had on that rested at the end of your thighs, since he felt he had a matching fabric at home in his closet, and it stool out to him the most.
Once he got around 2 feet close to you, he stood there like an absolute robot, it shouldn’t be this hard making conversation, considering you were finally by yourself (for the first time), vulnerability digging around in your locker. He ‘ahem’ed one too many times, which didn’t really catch your attention, so that tactic was completely out the window, so he finally made the executive decision that he had to use his big boy words, and say your name (which he totally didn’t found out by stalking your classes..).
In a quick motion, he dropped a spare pencil out of his pocket, making it purposefully roll too your feet, and a small fake gasp left his lips, boy was he doing too much. As he bent down, twiddling the pencil against his fingers, he put on that fake confident smile that he usually pursued on stage, not enough to show he was overly giddy, but enough to show he was showing interest, and was friendly. “ oh shoot.. ‘m so sorry, is this your pencil?” He tried to (but failing) say casually, holding it in the air.
“Oh!” You started, finally seeing the sight infront of you, a small polite smile bled onto your face, and Michael swore he could’ve fainted. “..It might’ve been, but you could keep it if you need it!” You smiled to him, your back now finally turned the opposite direction of him, getting a good look of who was infront of you, a nice well kept boy, it didn’t help he was a little handsome, but that was a thought you would keep to yourself.
“You sure..? It is the beginning of the school year, ‘don’t want to be already losing supplies.” Michael sheepishly giggled, the calm confidence in your tone already making him get slightly comfortable with you, some of the jitters shivering away, “Yeah, I have like a bunch of pens and they have like.. all the colors, and they’re kind of rainbow and they sparkle and—“ you quickly cut yourself off as you realizes you were blabbering, closing your mouth and pressing your lips together, the rough metal of your braces slightly scratching against the inside of your mouth. “..’m so sorry.. this is what my brother means.. I have a blabber mouth.” You scoffed, going to turn your back to Michael, before he quickly stopped you.
“I like gel pens too, I use them to draw sometimes… I also like your skirt, it’s pretty and.. and I think I have that same plaid pattern on one of my shirts at home.” He brought you back, the slight reassurance of that he liked the passion of your gel pens made you feel all… giddy and happy inside, a feeling you never felt inside, a feeling you didn’t know if you liked or hated so far. “..Really?” You asked confusingly, looking down at the print of the skirt, you thought it was cute too, until your brother, once again, said you looked like a librarian this morning, killing all your confidence right at the brink of the morning. “..My brother says I look like a librarian, and— and honestly he’s kind of just a doof..” you sighed, pressing down any invisible wrinkles in the skirt, glancing back up at Michael.
“My brothers are doofs too.. I have.. four older ones, so I know your pain.” He leaned against the vacant locker next to yours, shyly playing with his fingers, keeping his gaze on the way they twiddled with eachother.
“…Wow.. might as well start a group with all of those boys, like another “Jackson 5”. “ You joked to yourself, the situation flying right over your head, a small slimmer of silence fell in between the two of you, and Michael let out a small “well…”, the realization didn’t dawn on you yet, and honestly? He was scared for when it did.
Your eyes quickly looked at him when you realized, eyeing his face down and realizing that she did recognize this face somewhere, that this was the boy that she would notice when she flicked through television channels, and a certain boy band was performing, him obviously standing out because he was always in the front.
And, instead of doing exactly what Michael thought you were going to do? You did the complete opposite.
“Oh, wow! That must be fun.” You smiled, like it was the most casual thing in the world. Like Michael wasn’t.. Michael, like he wasn’t the same child popstar that everyone knew. He didn’t know if he loved or hated the feeling. “I was wondering where I heard the name Michael from, anyways.” You giggled, finally grabbing the book from your locker, slamming it with your shoulders. “…Don’t you have science with me anyways?” You questioned, swinging your backpack to the front, stuffing the book inside the tidy space. “..Do you wanna walk there together? I have an open seat next to me in that class anyways, so we can always sit next to each other, ‘need a buddy in that class anyways.” You smiled, finally zipping up your backpack, and swinging it on your back.
“I… I would love too.” He stammered, quickly stabilizing himself on his feet, seeing you were getting ready to walk..
“Aight, cmon Mikey..” you smiled, tugging at his arm, as you made you two made your way to science, his brothers snickering and laughing from their seat at the lunch tables.
And from that day onward all the way up until 10th grade, almost everyone and they mama knew Michael had the fattest crush on you.
Well, everyone except for you, at least.
1973, December 22nd,
“Can you believe that dipshit… standing me up at the winter formal, I looked so stupid, I had to walk in with my bestfriend as my date.. which no offense to you, because you’re a nice looking dude.. I just.. I told everyone he was gonna be there, you know?” You sighed, laying on Michael’s bed, feet dangling off the side of it, while your hands rested softly on your stomach. Meanwhile, while you rambled, Michael held the camera close to his face, ignoring you? Noooo…! Just.. zoning out, to his defense this was the billionth time you spoke about it, and it’s only been 3 days into the sleepover you begged to have for winter break.
“Can you quit allat cussin’ Tink..? You know how I feel about it..” he sighed, the nickname Tink slipping from his lips so effortlessly, from when you found out his liking for Peter Pan, the nickname Peter Pan, usually ‘Mr. Pan’, to be more funny, formed, and in return he called you Tink, you can guess for what’s that short for. “..How can I not curse, I’m angry, I’m mad, I’m fully intact with my feelings, I want to punch a brick wall, Mikey.” You sighed, rolling your face into a pillow, and screaming loud into it, a tip Michael gave you for when you couldn’t control your emotions, and were mad and heated, like now. Your friendship became super close over these years, to say the least.
Michael sighed, finally taking his gaze off the camera, placing it down on the desktop, walking over to the bed and sitting in the edge of it. “…He didn’t deserve you, none of the guys that played you like this deserved you.. I wish you could see that..” he mumbled, finally looking at your current state of your head stuffed in the pillow. “…You just need a guy who will treat you like how you deserve… someone who will see you for the beautiful person you are.” He started, a hand going to one of your braids, and twiddling it softly. “…I wish you would just take the time to get to know a guy before rushing into something serious with them.. because you see where it leads you.” He sighed, he was right, you always found yourself being love bombed, and trusting too early, always finding yourself back to square 1.
You sniffled a little, not even noticing the tears that spilled down to your cheeks, you bounced up from the spot on the bed, flinging yourself to Michael, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why can’t anybody just love me, Michael.. is it that hard..? Am I ugly or something? You would tell me if I’m ugly, right?” You wiped your nose against his shirt, as he rubbed quick small circles against your back, pulling you deeper into the embrace subconsciously. “[name], you know you’re far from ugly..” he quietly chuckled, which made you laugh, making you realize you may have been overreacting.
“…you really are my bestfriend, Michael.” You sighed, and he could’ve did the exact same thing, for different reasons of course.
Of course, you only saw him as a “friend”, while he saw you as his whole moon and stars, while you were getting played by these jerks who didn’t care about nothing you had going on, Michael was sitting here looking stupid waiting for you to say the word so he could openly and willingly give you his all.
This clicked something in little 15yr old Michael, a realization in a sense. A realization, that if he truly wanted this, he was going to have to work hard to get it.
It started off subtle, small little complainants he had to push out, pushing down the fears of being so bold.
“You look s’pretty today!” He beamed out, pleased with the small blush that grew on your face once the compliment flooded your ears.
“Your smile is nice.”
“Your hair is pretty naturally— not like it’s not pretty when it’s straight too— I like both— I like them all actually!”
(He was still a dork, he didn’t just change to Mr. Cool guy in one night.)
Then, it led to small little actions that had his brothers looking proud (but more confused) on his certain boldness.
“Jackie, can you drive me and [name] to the movies… and pick us up in like 2 hours.” He peeked in his brother room, and Jackie swore he almost flipped in his chair. “…You and ‘Mrs. Pretty Smile.’ ? “ he chuckled, still focusing on his appearance in the mirror, as Michael still stood at the door. “…Yeah, I guess it’s kind of a date.. kinda… I’m gonna pay for everythin’ so you don’t have to worry about giving me anything.” He spoke quietly.
“So you and pretty thing are dating now?”
“Not quite.”
“Whatcha mean ‘not quite’ ?”
“I’m working something out, man!” Michael loudly sighed, clearly annoyed at all the questions. “…can you take us out or no, i already promised her I was gonna take her..”
Jackie stood up, spinning his car keys around his fingers as he made his way to the door. “…You better ask that girl out, man.. I’m not playing.” Jackie quietly mumbled under his breath. “And you better not be doing no frisky shit I’m not playing Michael!”
That night, Michael in fact did not ask you out, matter of fact, you made the first move on him, months later after the movie.
1974, May 27th.
Your feelings for Michael have deeply increased over the past years, at first you tried to ignore it, holding onto the sacred thought of him being your bestfriend, which is why you distracted yourself with other guys, who only seemed to make you want Michael even more. With the school year coming to a close, you decided that maybe talking with Michael with how you felt would be the best option, better to get off your heart, atleast, whether if he liked you back or didn’t. The issue here was.. you weren’t really Michael’s only friend no more, which kind of scared you, and made you a tad jealous.. yes, the group he usually hung out with was all boys, but this was deeper then your crush on him, you had other friends, but none of them were Michael, what if you two distanced and you hardly talked? Thinking about it had made you almost throw up, and you quickly retreated the last time you two hung out.. okay, it was two days ago, you two had a picnic.. but still, that’s too long.
You stood from afar as you watched Michael talk to his friends, all loud and annoying and…. boyish, ugh. Michael clearly didn’t fit in… well from your eyes he didn’t but everybody else thought he fitted right in, snug as a bug,
You couldn’t watch this no more, you got up from your table of friends, not announcing your departure from how annoyed you were. As you made your way to Michael’s table, the sound of the obnoxious laughing, and throwing paper balls, and doing immature teenage boy shit quickly flooded your eyes and ears, and what made you even more pissed off? Mike was sitting there acting the same exact way, nothing like how he acted when it was just you two.
As you made you appearance to the boys, you quickly ignored the slow whistles and “oooo’s” fell from their lips. Michael’s heart almost dropped to his ass when he saw the sight of you, and the look you had on your face, you were pissed. “…Mikey, can I talk to you?” You calmly, but confidently asked, still keeping your head held up high, and posture straight. You sighed at the brief moment of silence, a quiet spill of “mamas mad..” and “ooo she here for Mikey..” Michael looked around at the group of boys around him, knowing that he couldn’t let his “cool popular boy” facade down right here, he decided to do the worst thing possible.
“…You gon’ have to wait lil mama… don’t you see I’m busy?” He spat out as ‘cooly’ as possible, his voice dropping down to an octave that kinda scared you once he spoke, nodding his head at you like you were a little puppy, as the other boys around him laughed and dabbed him up.
Oh you could’ve lit up a fucking building with how pissed that made you, desperately trying to keep your cool, you asked him politely again, this time with a bit more tone. “Seriously, Michael. It’s something very important and serious, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for a minute.” You desperately tried again.
“Aye, didn’t he just say he was busy?” One of his friends chimed in, which caused the whole group to start laughing loudly. You were a laughing stock, not just to those boys, but to your own friend bestfriend. You honestly felt like you could cry, throw up, and punch every single one in them in the face all at the same time, and to save yourself from doing it, you quickly walked away from from, mumbling a small insult under your breath. You had never felt so belittled in your entire life, and for the first time to be with the person you considered your closet friend? You didn’t know how to react. You made your way to the tree you usually sat under during free time, without the company of Michael though, it felt a smidge sad to even be over there, but you knew this was the only place people wouldn’t be able to find you and ask the most stupidest question to ever exist.
“Are you okay?”
The tone set back in the voice you just heard was one way to familiar, and one you quite literally wanted to beat the crap out of right now. Michael hesitantly scooted next to you on the tree, placing his body right there. “…You.. you get why I had to speak to you like that, right?” Michael started, not daring to make eye contact with you.
Was he dead fucking serious? Instead of an apology, that’s the first thing he says to you?
“Tink.. please, don’t gimme silent treatment.. you know how those guys are.. if they heard me speak.. how I usually speak to you… I wouldn’t have heard the end of it..” he tried to explain, but you weren’t hearing a lick of what he was saying, blood boiling deeply inside you, as you lifted your hand up, landing a hard slap from across his face. That felt good to get off your chest..
“Don’t you ever.. I mean.. ever… speak to me like that ever again, do you really really really understand that, Michael!?” He practically flinched at the way you yelled at him, knowing he full on well deserved it, he didn’t know how to fix this without letting you get your anger completely out. He sighed, going to put a hand to the back of your head to pull you closer, of course you backed away at first, but once you truly realized who was touching you, you ended up falling into the touch, hot tears streaming down your face from the evident embarrassment you had just faced, while Michael continued to whisper soft sorries against your hair.
After a few minutes, Michael decided to break the silence, still wondering on what was so important that you needed to talk to him about. “…Hey, Tink..? What was so important you wanted to talk to me about..?” He shyly whispered, still worried he might’ve crossed a boundary of even asking that question.
“It’s nothing, just please forget it..” you mumbled, finally pulling away from Michael wiping your own eyes as you focused on the school yard infront of you, grass bright and green, and sun blazing right intop of the tree you were sitting under, thank god for the branches and leaves to shade you. “No.. no, don’t do that, [name]…” He sighed, softly grabbing onto your arm to keep you from not going to far. “Cmon, please tell me… pretty please..” he playfully smiled at you, which made you loosen up a little, pushing some hairs from your face a little.
God, this was the time to do it, huh?
“…I just.. okay.. uhm.. I’ve known you for almost… two years now, and, and I think it’s been the best two years of my life, Michael.” You started, god, this was corny.. but you didn’t really have a script on how you wanted this to go. “…And.. and over these two years I’ve uhm.. I’ve realized some things about myself.. and.. and I was scared to tell hip, but now.. now I’m ready too.. and.. and… you don’t have toeel the same way if you don’t— like I’m not forcing you to do anything by the way— just so you know— and— I just wanna make it clear—“
“Tink, you’re blabbering again.” He softly reminded you, you giggled as you caught yourself, nodding slightly, scooting closer to him, finally ready to say it.
“Michael I think— no.. I know.. I have feelings for you.. I’ve had them since came up to me with that fake, cheesy, pencil trick.. I’ve just.. I didn’t know how to say it, and I didn’t know if you would’ve reciprocated the same feelings back..! Im sorry— I should’ve been—“
You quickly got cut off with a soft pair of lips pressing against yours, a small peck, but boy did it affect you, because you swore your head was gonna explode with how hot you felt.
Though the kiss lasted about… a second, you felt your brain got swiped from all the memories it held up until this moment, “ ‘m sorry… that was ungentlemen-like… I should’ve asked for permission…” he facepalmed himself, you quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face, you didn’t know what what you were doing, working on pure instinct, as you lifted his face up, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips, this time holding it there for about… 5 seconds.
Another second of silence passed, before you two started snickering, first little under the breath ones, too loud, silence breaking laughter, your grip still around his wrist as you tried to catch your breath, looking back up at him.
“Oh God… Jackie’s gonna kill me when he finds out about this..,”
“Why?! Does he not like me?!”
“What? Of course he does! It’s just—.. I was supposed to ask you out a long time ago… and now if he hears you made the first move… he’s never gonna let me hear the end of this.”
You two both continued chuckling at this, now slapping eachothers knees now, desperate gasps leaving your mouths as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Wow, this whole time… he’s been trying to ask you out for the longest, just for you to completely take over the wheel and do it yourself, sounds like something you would do.
After silence washed over you, Michael sat up to look at you, a focused expression on his face now, he looked nervous, which was weird because you should’ve been the only scared one here.
“…Do you… Uhmm… do you… [name], do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He finally squeaked out, eyes pushed tightly together, scared after everything that had happened, you were gonna reject him.
You scoffed at his shyness, sitting up to sit on your knees, one hand sliding in between his. “…would I be your girlfriend… do you even have to ask..?” You giggle, grabbing ahold of his hand., tugging him to stand up with you. “…Of course I’ll be your girlfriend… now cmon, I’ll walk you to P.E..”
Michael chuckled at how you talked so casually, it was something he liked about you, you never overreacted when not needed, it made him feel more down to earth, especially with him dealing with screaming fans and all that other stuff all the time.
It’s been almost two years since you and Michael been together, and everytime he thinks about the memory he gets giddy and warm inside, stupid? A little,, but who was he to act all cool and normal when he has you as his woman? No way that’s something to be mellow about.
Current Day / 1975, August 30th.
“Shoot.. you probably did leave your notes at my place… ‘m sorry, mama… should’ve grabbed them before I left for school..” he finally remembered about your notes while you two were walking home from your long, exhausting day at school, holding his basketball in between his hip and arm. Of course, he wasn’t really stressed out about your notes,,, he kinda just wanted you to baby him.. and for you to come over his house to “grab your notes”, though he’ll never quite admit that too you. “… it’s fine, baby.. it’s my fault, anyways.. I was so wrapped up in what I had going on.. ‘didn’t even grab the most important thing.” You chuckled to yourself, wrapping your arm around his longer one, keeping a good hold on him, though he wasn’t really going nowhere.
“If you didn’t grab the most important thing I would probably still be at home, Tink..” Michael chuckled into the air, now grabbing the basketball in his large hand, tossing it up and down in the air, the started playing basketball in Junior year ever since he got his growth spurt, and lord knows how annoying it’s been now dating a singer and a athlete, it’s like he wants to be dragged away from you. “…Can you please shut up with all your cocky, jock-y… boyish behavior..” a groan left your lips as your hands flew around in the air, it’s how you expressed yourself, and it was a habit you’ve had since you were little, with little to no thought of breaking it. “…that’s why your Afro is flat in the back..” you mumbled quietly, to which Michael’s hand flicked to the back of his head, fluffing out the back of the masterpiece he called hair. “Wait— don’t even joke like that, mama.. that’s serious business.” He groaned, hands still making pinching motions at his head, refluffing the already fluffed out space back there. “Okay, ‘m sorry.. your hairs fine..”
More time passed between the two of you, as you continued walking pass the many houses, no sign of Michael’s whatsoever. Michael kept peering down at you, a small smirk on his face everytime he looked at your face, he couldn’t help but be proud of what he has, and you couldn’t help but to be annoyed on his stares.
“…What’du keep staring for..” You groaned, now stopping in your tracks, causing Michael to jerk backwards a bit. “…It’s just..” he started, sighing a bit. “…You’re growing up.. kinda.. you don’t look like the little girl I met four years ago.” He chuckled, his hands resting on your shoulders now, leaning against a random gate of an elementary school that’s been closed for a coupe of hours now.
“Yeah.. you don’t either, that doesn’t make me stare at you creepily though.” You giggled at him, playfully poking at his rib. “You also didn’t have that snarky attitude when we were 14, either.” He mentioned, an arm wrapping around your waist confidently now. Yes, this was completely new to you, and you fully think your boyfriend’s teammates had brainwashed your once sweet, nervous, and quiet boyfriend to whatever.. this was, but at-least he kept the same soft tone, plus you didn’t really hate this… cocky confidence thingy.
“…Mike, what are you doing..?” You giggled, being pushed fully against his chest now, having to churn your head all the way up in order to get a good glance at him.
He smiles playfully, a hand resting on your cheek, bringing your face closer before pressing your lips together, starting a soft movement of eachothers lips. “…Come home wimmie.w..” he mumbles against your lips , he tells you more than really.. asking you…. But who were you to say no? “..Oh yeah..? And what are we gonna do when we get to your house..?” You smile, to which he chuckles a little, still keeping his hold on you.
“..Stuff..”
“…Stuff..? What’s stuff, Mikey..?”
“…Grown stuff..” he smiled innocently, a hand sliding lower and lower to your bottom, before you could reply to what he said, a honk of a car ruined the moment between you, making you jump in yall grasps.
“I know that ain’t Mikey and [name] !” Marlon yelled from the passenger seat, music blaring the speakers as the car stopped in the middle of the street, Jermaine sitting in the driver seat, tilting his head to get a better look at the two of you.
“Maneeee! Get y’all fast ass in this car!” Jermaine chuckled, the soft click of the door unlocking a small sign to hurry up. You and Michael quickly pulled away from eachothers arms, hopping into the backseat of Jermaine’s car as he sped off.
Man yall couldn’t wait to graduate.
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