bus stop exchange, chapter one ۪ ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ thriller era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ context : your parents arguing was routine, so every night when they did, you would sneak out the window to get some fresh air. there, you met a young boy, older than you, which would be your best friend, or more?
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ tags : fem!reader, thriller!era, @bus1v3 enviroment, friends to lovers, reader is of age (reader is 21, michael is 25), next part coming soon if i have time!, purposely small letters
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ authors note : my schedules like really bad this month, so apologies if i dont post too much :( this was a request! check out the request here! :) enjoy!
"if you dont wanna work then just leave this house!" your mother shouted towards your father, who then slammed the beer can down on the counter. "this house is under my name, so it would be you to leave," he yelled at your mother.
your earbuds were plugged in your ears, yet the shouting didnt go away at all. the chaos, the breaking of furniture, but the music calmed the atmosphere down. your hands shook as you opened the window, planning to head out for some fresh air again.
as you hopped out, the yelling could still be heard from outside. you tugged on your sweater, regretting not picking a thicker shirt before heading out. the cool breeze swished past your way, hair sticking onto your lipgloss. your hands buried in the pockets of your jeans, the street lights flickering.
your head lowered as you walked the streets, barely paying attention to whoever that crossed. while walking, a few drops of rain prickled on your face, as more and more water started drizzling down. your pace quickened, trying to find shelter. alas you found yourself at a bus stop.
you dropped down on the water stained, metal chair, shirt wet from the rain. beside you sat a man, not much older than you. from the lighting, you could see his dark coffee brown hair, slicked with jheri curls laying comfortably on his shoulders. he wore a red sweatshirt, hands on his knees.
you ignored him (like how any normal person would), as you waited for the pouring rain to stop. "heavy rain, huh?" he asked, a soft, gentle voice appearing. your head jolted to his side, his big, brown eyes staring into yours. "yeah, im just waiting for it to stop, you?" you ran a hand through your hair. "same, i was going for a walk," he smiled. "im michael. and you are?" his hand extented. you introduced yourself, shaking his hand.
"whyre you out this late?" he looked down at his watch. it was 2:38a.m., why would anyone be out here? "well, i could ask the same for you," you laughed, trying to change the subject. "let me guess, fought with your parents?" he guessed, as he let out a small chuckle. "worse. parents arguing," you stared back at the road. his eyes widened softly, instantly regretting asking that. "oh, im sorry," he muttered.
"its alright. its practically every day routine now." you laughed it off. you both chatted on for a while more before the rain finally stopped. it was 3:16a.m. now. you both exchanged goodbyes, before he asked, "wait, can i have your number?" you blinked, as nobody, not to even think of a boy, has asked for your number before. you quickly snapped out of it and gave him your number.
he smiled, his rosy cheeks blending in with his hazelnut skin. "thank you. i-ill call ya!" he stuttered, not wanting to make it awkward. you giggled, being able to tell he was shy. "of course, see you around michael." you assented, walking back to the familiar streets back to your house. the lights were already turned off, the only source of light being the luminous moons shine pouring from the kitchen window.
you swapped into your pyjamas before dozing off to sleep. the next day, the phone rang from the kitchen, waking you up. you rubbed your eyes as you walked to the phone, "hello?" you answered groggily. michael called out your name and started, "hey! i was wondering if we could hang out later?" "i mean, sure, what time?" "meet me at the bus stop at 5," he added.
you got dressed and put on a milkmaid top, paired with flared jeans and your worn-out school shoes. sure, it would make you seem like a bad impression, but those were the only good clothes in the closet. it was a monday, so your mother was already at work. you cooked breakfast for your family, you, your brother and your father. you plated the eggs together with bread, calling out, "breakfast's ready!"
"youre dressed up so nice, goin' out later?" your brother asked, wolfing down the eggs. "yeah, gonna meet my friend." you explained. "oh, and by the way, ill be coming back at 8, so dont make dinner for me," he added. "what? where are you going so late?" you asked, concerned. "extra curriculum, need to help out the new members of the basketball team. coach asked me to help," "will you have food? want me to pack something?" you scrambled to the kitchen to find something. "its alright, ill just head to the convenience store to get something,"
by 4:48p.m., you headed out to the meeting spot. you scampered to the bus stop, hoping he wouldnt be there already. when you saw him there, your heart dropped immediately. in your house, if you were late you would be punished. locked in your room for four hours. he stood up, smiling as he waved a hand before you arched down, afraid he'll hit you. "im sorry.." you muttered, legs shaking as you covered your eyes. his eyes flickered an emotion he couldnt describe.
"what?" he whispered, both his hands on your shoulders. "please dont hit me.." tears began to roll down your cheeks now. "i wont hit you," he assured as you slowly tilted your head up. your eyes glistened as another tear hit the floor. "did i scare you just now?" he took a piece of tissue from his pocket, gently dabbing your cheeks. he then held you to the seat, giving you time to breathe.
"sorry, for the bad impression," you said as you calmed down. "dont say that, i know how it feels," his hand brushed over yours, making you jolt. his face reddened, seeing you grab your hand. "sorry," he straightened his back. "i mean, i know how you feel," he continued. "youre really strong," he said, making you turn towards him. "thats something only strong people can handle," "is that why we met yesterday?" his head turned to you. you nodded slightly.
"lets not dwell on this anymore, okay? i promise, i wont hurt you," his eyes gleamed as he looked at you. you smiled, before a crowd of people rushed towards you and michaels direction. you froze. "michael, who are these people?!" you yelled, as their screams covered your voice. "follow me!" he pulled your arm, running into an alleyway. both of you hid there for god knows how long before finally getting out. "sorry, fans," he admitted.
"fans? what are you, like a superstar or something?" you laughed, genuinely oblivious to who he was. "i guess," he giggled. "ever heard thriller?" you shook your head. "jackson 5?" you shook your head again. "michael, i dont know who you are," you finally admitted. "thats good, then." he smiled. "anyways, lets go get ice cream!" he laced his fingers in yours, making you trapped with him. your face burned as you both walked down the street, he was totally normal.
once you both reached the ice cream shop, you let go of his hand. he stared down, looking rather dissapointed. "you gotta boyfriend?" he asked, scooping his vanilla ice cream up to his mouth. "if i did, ya think he would let me out with you? of course not!" you laughed. "well i find that hard to believe, youre gorgeous." his doe eyes found yours. your face mustve made it obvious, but michael chuckled. "at least i get to have you by myself then," he stirred his ice cream.
"slow down, mister, since when did i let you 'have me to myself'?" your brows furrowed. "i mean, you dont got no man angry that im hanging out wit'cha," he corrected. "well, i do think youre very handsome," you teased, seeing his face go crimson. "do you wanna go get dinner tomorrow night?" he finally gathered the courage to ask. you were about to answer yes, when you remembered, "id love to, i just dont have anything to wear."
"sweetheart, youd look good with anything," he assured, giggling has he ruffled your hair. "sweetheart? where did you pick that up from?" your eyes widened, hands brushing his as you fixed your hair. "that just suits you, sweetheart!" he smiled. "okay now, i need to go back home. get back safely, okay?" you gave him a small hug. as he pulled back, he gave you a small peck on the cheek before a black limousine pulled up, picking michael from where he stood.
you placed your hand on where he kissed you, the faint feeling of the touch still lingering on you. "something wrong?" your father asked, trying to show a calm demeanor. "its nothing," you smiled. "i am going out for dinner with my friend tomorrow, though." you added. "ooh, boy or girl?" he smirked, placing his fork down. "dad!" you blushed, covering your face with a hand. "oh, a boy! bring him home sometime," he chuckled.
