'He looks just like a dream... The prettiest boy I've ever seen.'

That's how Michael thought of you.

You and Michael met through Franklin, and he hated to admit it, but he had developed a crush on you. Of course, he'd never admit that. Not even to himself. He's convinced himself he just thought you were hot, but it went so much deeper than your physical appearance.

Tonight, you're at his house, on his couch. Sitting in front of him and combing his hair back for a mission. He just stared at you; you didn't even realize it because of how focused you were on fixing his hair. Your hand cupping his right cheek and holding him in place. He cherished your attention. He opened his mouth to say something after a few minutes but before the words could leave his mouth, Trevor had stormed into his house. Kicking the door open. He groaned quietly as your attention was shifted from Michael to Trevor as he stood at the entrance of the living room.

T: "Woah-ho-oh! What do we have here? You two a secret couple or sum'?" He teased.

He just rolled his eyes and groaned.

M: "Argh, bite me." He grumbled as he looked away.