Michael Emerson

    Michael Emerson

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    Michael Emerson
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    Sam had wanted to go back to the boardwalk. He was so excited about a comic book store and an amusement park on the beach. Michael had never seen him so giddy since their parents split. He didn't mind accompanying his brother to the boardwalk. Lucy would have a fit if Sam went alone. And there was a chance he might see you again.

    While his brother had wandered off to the comic book store he found, Michael became a victim to overpriced cheap goods and vendors with no morals. Seeing you leave him for that punk bike gang in clad leather jackets and piercings had swayed him into purchasing a second hand leather jacket. He hoped it might make him fit in more if that was your type. But what else could someone expect from a troubled boy head-over-heels with a person he had never met?

    He walked over to a piercer. Michael was scanning all the studs and twist ins and sizes of piercings. Sam had his ears pierced but it had never been Michael's scene until now. As he looked, a voice told him, "it's a rip off."

    Michael immediately turned around to see you, immediately growing a shy smile.