Michael Jackson x Religious reader
— ᨳଓ . (eventual) Smut (i’ve never really written smut before but uh.. heh)
— ᨳଓ . Religious themes (It’s in the title)
— ᨳଓ . Before Off the Wall era, (Jackson 5 member)
— ᨳଓ . (kinda?) written as a diary.. idk
(DISCLAIMER) absolutely no hate toward religion in itself of Christians, this is purely fiction!!
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My father and my mother live in a house in Hayvenhurst Encino, California. My dad is a pastor and my mother is a volunteer at our church. Ever since I was a baby, my household has revolved around being a Christian. As I grew up, my faith became stronger. When I entered high school I steered clear from any suspicious crowd, ESPECIALLY boys. My mom made it very clear to me that boys were bad news, and wanted only one thing from me. I picked my friends, movies, and music very carefully. It got to the point where I was afraid to venture out, I was always afraid of sinning and not knowing.
One day, my friends and I wandered around the annual summer fair, laughing at random things as we got in line for a ride; in front of us, a group of around 5 boys, all looking strikingly similar from the back. Bell bottoms, t shirts, and well-kept afros. I didn’t pay attention to them much, and carried on with my conversation as usual. As the line moved, my friends walked into the ride enclosure first, pairing together and leaving me alone. They apologized, but now I either had to sit alone or sit with someone else. I sat in the seat behind them, looking down at my feet as I kicked them aimlessly. I felt the weight of the swing shift slightly as someone had sat next to me. I slowly lift my head to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was one of the boys I was standing behind earlier in the line. My face heated immediately, I’ve never been so close to a boy before. He had beautiful brown, glowy skin and big, gleaming, brown eyes that were accentuated by his blue button-up shirt. Ive always been shy - only stuck to the friends I knew, especially in public, but then he spoke.
“Hi.” The boy said suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I reacted quickly, not wanting to seem weird, and gave a meek smile, “Hello.” I said, softly.
The ride kicked to a start as it took us up the tower, the swing now high up in the air. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing in my face. I momentarily forget about the complete stranger beside me, but he spoke again.
“I’m sorry, my brothers made me sit somewhere else because they decided to pair up together.” He said, just loud enough for me to hear.
“It’s okay, my friends did the same thing.” I replied, surprised at how easily my words came out. Usually, I’d stutter and say something stupid, but thankfully I didn’t this time.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
After I answered and steered the question back to him, he seemed to stop and think for a few moments.
I giggled slightly under my breathe and turn towards him, he looked surprised for some reason.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Michael.” I say non-chalantly, even though i’ve literally never spoken to a boy outside of my church group before.
He smiled, and for some reason, I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach; and it wasn’t the nachos I had earlier. He was… pretty. Which puzzled me, because only girls are called pretty, but this boy was… beautiful.
The ride came to a slow stop as the swing lowered to the ground again. I got up from the seat and walked towards my friends, forgetting that I had started a conversation with the person next to me. I guess I’m just not used to the social interaction.
I felt a soft hand touch my upper arm. I turn around to once again, to see the beautiful boy that sat next to me on the ride. “You’re really pretty.” Michael says, almost shyly.
I can only imagine what my face looks like; bright red, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.
“I- uh… well- uh.. thank you” I stutter, completely embarrassed. He laughs.
“Let’s go find another ride.” He offers
I glance at my friends who are waiting for me outside the gate. “I’m here with my friends…” I say as I gesture to them.
He tilts his head, “Well,, what time do you have to be home? Just one ride?” He coaxed.
I bit my cheek, boys are no good, you know he only wants you for… well you know.
But this might be a once in a lifetime experience. I mean - I had to beg my parents to let me go out tonight, and he seems… sweet? I think for a few more moments. I eventually tell myself that I’ll repent later, and agree to his request before quickly telling my friends.
You both walk along the rocks, looking at all of the rides.
“Do you live around here?” Michael asks, curiously.
I nod “I do, I live on Hayvenhurst.” I say, kicking the rocks gently as I walk.
I chuckle at his dramatic reaction, “Well, I guess we’re neighbors.”
We walk for a bit longer, and finally got in line for another ride. It looks like an alien spaceship; so I’m guessing it’s the zero gravity ride, which happens to be my favorite. I squeal excitedly, and had the sudden urge to tell him more about myself; which is unusual for me.
“Last year was my first time going to the fair and I LOVED this ride” I said, impatient to get on.
He smiles, chuckling softly. “I can tell, it’s a pretty fun ride.”
One ride after another, and soon it’s sunset.
After we got off the last ride, I exclaim “I gotta get home!”
He jumped, obviously not expecting the exclamation.
“Uh- okay, well, can I get your phone number?” He asked.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t wanna be mean, but I CANNOT! That’s something that girls do when they want a boyfriend, and I certainly DON’T want that. Well.. at least that’s what I tell myself.
“I’m sorry I- that’s not a good idea.” I decide to say as I run in the opposite direction. Luckily the fair was close to my house so I was home before the sun had fully set.
When I got home I was so guilt ridden that I immediately dropped to my knees beside my bed and prayed for hours.
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