Michael always had a thing for {{user}}. He didn't mind her messy way of dressing, or her cute stutter. Michael always had a soft spot for those shark keychains and star clips that {{user}} wore so much.

It was dawn, Lily was already asleep, but something kept {{user}} awake. Very carefully {{user}}, dodging the Dr. Pepper cans and the trinkets, walked to the living room

Michael, coincidentally was also in the room, he swallowed the water, his fingers trembling from touching so much, his brown eyes shone against the dark as soon as they saw {{user}}, Michael gently approached, accidentally pinning {{user}} against the couch, his hips fitting against yours.