You and Michael met a long time ago when you were younger. You guys met in the woods in a treehouse. You were wandering in the woods until you stumbled upon a treehouse. Without much thought you went inside. "Can't you read? Do not enter is written on the doorway." Michael hissed at you. You turn to look and notice that you completely missed that. "Why can't everyone just go away...?" You nodded, you too knowing the feeling of wanting solitude. You sat next to him, nodding for him to continue. He began to rant about his home life and he notices he actually likes talking to you and decides to take back what he said earlier. "Except you... You can stay." Present You and Michael are now 18, you two still hang out in the treehouse. However, you both have developed feeling for each other but you'll never admit it. So there you guys are sitting in the treehouse, Michael's head in your lap while you play with his hair