Part 1 — It’s the fallin’ in love
Michael Jackson x fem!black!reader
You work as a waitress in a small diner in California. Despite working there for over a year, you’ve never liked the job. Dealing with rude customers, getting catcalls from random men, and not getting paid a lot of money makes you want to quit, but needing to get enough money to get into college, you basically can’t. But one day a famous singer comes to the diner, and he seems interested in you, it seems like your life might change forever. Will it?
Contents: Jacksons!era Michael, both reader and Michael are 18, Diana Ross doesn’t exist in this universe, Slow burn (sort of), Michael is a little bit shy and flirty, no smut (yet).
Authors note: Hello! This is my first Michael Jackson fanfic and my first time writing RPF, and I haven’t written a fic in over a year due to writers block, so I hope this isn’t too bad. I watched the Michael Movie a month ago and it was so good, I deadass cried. And yes, i do plan to make a part two with this sometime or make it into a series. This isn’t proofread so apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes. But other than that, i had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!
San Fernando valley, California, 1976
The loud sound of your alarm clock startles you awake. You look at the time, 5:30. You groan and stretch, then after that you get out of bed. You brush your teeth, put your work cloths on, do your hair and put on a little bit of makeup, and after that you step out of the door. You walk down the hall of your apartment complex and go to the elevator and the first floor button. You walk out into the parking lot, the summer heat immediately making you feel sluggish. You step into your car and drive out of the parking lot, music playing quietly on the radio to keep you awake.
After about 30 minutes of driving through obnoxious traffic, you finally headed to your workplace, an old diner, that was founded sometime in the 1950s, you don’t know, and you don’t really care. You get out the car, walk into the restaurant, and clock in, officially starting your shift.
The diner isn’t usually busy in the mornings. Most people go here on their lunch breaks. You served about 4 customers the first few hours of your shift, and the customers were pretty nice and gave you a good tip, very in contrast to some of the customers you usually deal with.
At the bar area, you were talking to Brenda, one of your work buddies and close friends. Suddenly, her face lit up, as if she was remembering something she was dying to say.
“Oh! You know about The Jackson 5 right?”
“Well I heard that they’re changing their name, instead of ‘The Jackson 5’, it’ll be just ‘The Jackson’s’.”
Your brows furrow in curiosity, “why?”
She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know, I heard it had something to do with them leaving Motown or whatever. Oh yeah! They have a new member too.”
“It’s the youngest brother…I think his name is…what? Randy? I don’t know. But he’s replacing the other brother that left, which was Jermaine.”
Before you two could say anything else, your manager walks up to the two of you.
“What’re y’all doin’? Y’all can’t just be sittin’ around here doin’ nothin’ all day. Get back to work!”
You both roll your eyes, with Brenda whispering “cranky old bastard” under her breath.
After what felt like forever, noon started to arrive, and the diner started getting packed. You had served at least 3 customers at one time, but by the second one, you were already exhausted. One customer was being rude, when you apologized for the long wait, she just rolled her eyes and said “mhm” in a snarky tone. She didn’t even give you a good tip. Never in your life have you wanted to cuss out one of your customers.
While you were in the back room trying to cool off, Brenda suddenly came in there, looking excited for some reason.
“Come outside! You need to see this!”
“What is it?” She didn’t answer your question, she just took your hand and took you out of the back room and into the dining area. There was a crowd of people, including some waiters and waitresses, near the entrance, and they were asking for…autographs? Who could they possibly be asking autographs to in a diner? You caught a glimpse of the people giving autographs to.
“Are those…the Jacksons?” You whispered to Brenda.
“Yes! Yes they are!” Brenda answered excitedly.
You looked at them, it wasn’t every member of the band though. There was Tito, Marlon, Michael, and one of their sisters, La Toya.
“Well, what should we do? Should we ask for their autograph?” You ask.
“We should! Let’s—“ but before Brenda could finish her sentence, your manager, having to ruin the fun again, goes up to the crowd.
“Alright alright everyone, let them be. They can get something to eat then go back to signing your autographs.”
This time you actually kind of understand him though. The singers need their personal space as well.
The Jackson go to sit down at the bar area. You mange to lock eyes with Michael for a split second, before he gives a small smile and looks down.
“When you get the chance, please ask them to give us autographs.” Brenda whispers to you.
“Don’t worry, I will.” You say before walking up to the bar.
“Hello Everyone!” You tell them your name and pull out your notepad. “I will be serving you guys today. Could everyone tell me what they’d like to drink?” You asked each of the members. You started with Marlon, La Toya, Tito, and then Michael.
“And how about you Michael?”
“Oh, uh… orange juice please.” He says with a soft smile. You felt a small flutter in your chest at the sight of it. He has a really nice smile.
You smile back, then you write the order down on your notepad.
“Alright! I’ll be right back with those.” You say before walking over to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, you come back with the drinks. You give each Jackson their drink, and when you were giving Michael his orange juice, your fingers brushed his as he took the cup from you. You feel that flutter in your chest again as he says a quiet thanks you and give you that soft smile that he gave you before.
You clear your throat and ask everyone what they would like to eat. When they told you what they wanted, you wrote it down on your notepad.
“Alright. I’ll give it to y’all when it’s ready.”
During the wait for their food, you went ahead and served other tables. One of the customers sat at a table near where the Jacksons were sitting at, it was a man about your age, he would compliment your jewelry, your hair, basically anything about you. You paid no mind to it though, as you were used ti men trying to flirt with you. Something you noticed though, out of the corner store of your eye, was that Michael would watch the interactions between you and the guy, and he would almost look…jealous. But how? You don’t even know him personally!
Later you give the Jacksons their food, and once again, when you were giving Michael his order, which was a bowl of Caesar salad, his fingers brushed yours again when he was taking the bowl. He definitely did it on purpose. After you gave the Jacksons their order, you walked off to serve another customer.
After Jackson’s finished their food, Tito was at the cash register paying for the food while the others were signing autographs. You sat on a nearby bar stool taking a small break. Michael, who was standing to the side, noticed you, and walked towards you.
“Hi, umm…you must be (name) right?”
You nod and smile. “Yeah, that’s me. I assume you’re… Michael? Michael Jackson?”
He nods and smiles back. “Mhm. I just wanted to say that you were really nice to us and thank you. The food was really good.”
Your face lights up at the compliment. “Well, thank you too!”
He nods. “No problem. I know it’s probably hard for women like you to work in this kind of place. Is it?”
“It is sometimes. But I’ve gotten used to it after a while. If I were to quit this job there wouldn’t be any other places for me to work at. I’m just doing what I can around here.”
“Really? I mean… you don’t seem like the type to have this kind of job in the first place.”
You chuckle, “well, who do you think I can would as?”
Michael studies you for a moment, “Hmm, maybe modeling?”
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, “you think I could get into modeling?”
He nods, “yeah, or a singer. You have a really nice voice.”
You’re at a loss for words from what he just said. Nobody has ever said things like that to you before, and you’d never expect it to be from someone from one of the most famous bands in the world!
Michael looks back at the others, then he turns back to you.
“My brother’s almost done paying. Can I umm… give you my number?”
Your eyes widen at the question, “what? Your number? But I barely even know you!”
He smiles and chuckles, “exactly, that’s why I wanna give you my number, so I could get to know you more.”
You mutter a silent “okay” as you reach into your pocket and pull out your notepad and pen. You fumble with the pages, trying to turn to a clean page. When you do, you give the notepad and pen to Michael. He writes his number down on the paper and gives it back to you.
“Here, consider this my autograph.” You take the notepad and pen and put it back in your pocket. While doing so, his older brother, Marlon, calls out to him.
“I’ll see you later.” He says, before walking over to his siblings. Marlon looks over at you and then to Michael, a small smirk forming on his lips, “you like her, huh?” He asks while pointing his thumb at you. Michael hits Marlon’s upper arm the back of his hand, “Shut up, Marlon.” He says as the group walks out of the door. Leaving you there speechless. At least until your manager yelled at you to get back to work.
Your shift kind of returned back to normal after the Jacksons left. You waited more tables, earned more tips, and your coworkers were telling you about how lucky you are that you got to serve the Jackson family. But what you didn’t tell them was that Michael Jackson gave you his phone number, and it was right inside your pocket.
Your shift finally ended at 8:30. You said goodbye to your coworkers, clocked out, and left the diner. Once you entered your car, you took a deep breath and leaned your head against the steering wheel. Today has been a busy day, but it’s not just that. You reached into your pocket, pulled out your notepad, and turned the page to where Michaels number was written on it. You read the number more times than you could count. “What am I going to do with this?” You whisper to yourself.
You didn’t know if you should keep it, throw it away, or hide it away somewhere. This famous singer just gave you his phone number and left just like that. You remember listening to the Jackson 5 when you were younger and being very fascinated with Michael’s voice, but you’d never thought you’d end up here, reading his phone number on a piece of paper!
You shake your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.
“I’ll deal with this later.” You thought to yourself. You put the notepad back into your pocket and start the car, then you drive out of the parking lot and into the darkened road.
The drive home was peaceful, with music playing quietly on the radio and the setting sun casting a soft glow among the city. You hum along to the tune on the radio, trying to keep your mind occupied.
You pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex and step out of the car. You walk into the lobby, then you walk to the elevator, and press the button to the floor where your room is at. The hallway is silent, the only sounds being the muffled talking of people inside the other rooms, and your footsteps on the carpet.
You finally enter your room. You take your notepad and pen out of your pocket and set in on your nightstand. You get out of your work clothes and change into your pajamas. You go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, wash the makeup off your face, and combed your hair and wrapped it.
Finally, you laid down on your bed, turned the lamp off, and closed your eyes. The events of the day slowly fading away in your mind as you fall into a deep sleep.
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