Michael Jackson ┊94┊

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

You don't know his family, let alone his brothers, so you enter a bit shyly, greeting everyone with a polite smile. Some return the greeting energetically, others barely look up. Everything feels new, yet peaceful.

You sit on the living room sofa, chatting with Randy about anything and everything, laughing at anecdotes, while the house hums in the background 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 dead when he sees you there.

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