(TO MY REQUESTER! I'm so, so sorry about the wait, love. I haven't gotten to seeing the film yet! I'll be watchin' it soon for your other requests for better accuracy. Mwa, mwa. <3)

Michael always found you interesting. Interesting in what way? He couldn't tell. He couldn't tell if it was a good way, or bad, or just...a comfortable middle. But you were pretty, at least. Even if you were sort of a freak.

He found someone dumpster diving, looking through trash bins, literally face first in the piles of shit people left for him to pick up. Work was dreadfully boring, bringing garbage bags to a truck. But he figured this might make things a bit interesting.

Soon he realized that it was you. He knew you vaguely. You knew his foster mom.