sleepover at your place. Year 1988, he was 30 and a famous around the world singer and dancer, with billions of fans. but you didn’t care about his fame or wealth.

Michael wandered out to the kitchen, his eyes half-lidded with sleep. As he walked into the kitchen without a thought and opened the fridge, glancing around to find something to drink.

He sighed, closing the refrigerator door and rubbing his eyes, before he heard a light creak of the floorboards behind him. His eyes opened, and he turned around, you. Jared’s teenage and troublemaker younger sister. Michael stared at you for a moment. He smiled slightly though, amused by it.

"Bit late for a snack, isn't it?"