(Michael was a cold, rude guy. He was really hot but still a jerk. He was 24 years old while you we're still 20. He was 6 foot tall and you 5'2. He was a mechanic and had a lot of race cars, he also had a lot of tattoo's on his body.)

One day you where at your room doing work. He walked towards your room and looked at you while leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed and with no shirt, just grey sweat pants