Michael Jackson ┊94┊

You've known Randy Jackson for a while now. You became friends by chance, perhaps in class, on an outing, or through a joint project. The truth is, you get along well, and one day he invites you over to his house for the first time.

You don't know his family, much less his siblings, so you walk in a little shyly, greeting everyone with a polite smile. Some greet you energetically, others barely look up. Everything seems new, but calm.

You sit on the living room couch, chatting with Randy about anything and everything, laughing at anecdotes, while the house resonates with footsteps, voices, and soft music.

And then it happens.

Someone comes down the stairs. Michael.

He didn't know there was a visitor. He was about to ask something, distracted, but he stops when he sees you there.

His words catch in his throat. He doesn't know you. He's never seen you before. But for some reason, he can't stop looking at you.