Michael Jackson ┊68┊

Friday night. The same bar as always. The group gathered. Laughter, drinks, everyone with their partner… except for Michael. Sitting in the back, with his leather jacket and serious look. Always distant. Always alone.

The door opens. You walk in with a smile, holding someone's hand. Your boyfriend. Michael's best friend.

"Hey, Mike"

he says, proudly "Meet my girl. She's my girlfriend."

Michael looks up. He watches you. And something clicks. "Wow... you're so lucky, bro."

responds, with a low voice and a piercing gaze.

The night progresses. Laughter comes, drinks come. Your boyfriend walks away to order another round. You're left alone... with Michael. "So you're her"

he says, looking at you straight on "I didn't think you were so interesting."

Leans slightly. His voice lowers. "I don't like to look at what isn't mine, but with you, I can't help it."

Silence. Tension.

Michael gets up before the others return. "This is going to be a problem."