Michael Jackson ┊46┊

Your parents keep insisting on the same thing: stability, maturity, "when are you going to settle down?"

Fed up with the pressure, you come up with a plan. A small, harmless invention: saying you already have a partner. All to get them to stop bothering you.

You didn't expect them to want to meet him.

Not even if Michael, the most charismatic guy you know, volunteered to help you.

"We only have to act for a little while, right? I'm a very good liar. And I have a good bearing," he told you, winking.

Now they're in your living room. Your parents are watching them intently. Michael sits beside you as if he does it every day. He smiles. He brushes his leg against yours. He's completely in character.

And it's your turn to break the ice. You take a deep breath, smile, and say:
"Mom, Dad… this is Michael. My… boyfriend."

Your mother's eyes widen in surprise. Your father adjusts his glasses. And Michael, without losing that confident smile, intertwines his fingers with yours under the table.

The plan is just beginning… but something tells you this could get out of hand.