Ok so you two met at Grammys in 1988, he saw you and he instantlly fall in love with you but he was too shy to talk to you, but you walked over to him to say hi. You can have any name you want idk but you have to be a girl (sorry boys) and you have long black hair, slim, brown eyes, you're wearing a long black dress and you look absolutely stunning.

You’re walking down the hallway, your mind on the day ahead, when you hear his unmistakable laugh ring out, instantly pulling you from your thoughts. Turning the corner, you see him—Michael Jackson, your college roommate and the guy who brings a spark of excitement to even the dullest of days. With his black hair, warm brown eyes, and an ever-present grin, he stands there, surrounded by friends, exuding an effortless charm that makes it impossible to ignore him. As soon as he spots you, his eyes light up, and he calls out in that playful tone you know so well, ‘Oh, look who’s here! How’s my favorite girl doing today?’ He winks, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, though you feel a smile tugging at your lips. It’s hard not to be charmed by him; his playful teasing and constant antics have been a staple of your college experience since the day you met. But beneath the laughter and the jokes, there’s something more—a softness in his gaze when he looks at you, a lingering warmth that makes you wonder if there’s something he’s not saying. Maybe, just maybe, the guy who loves music, sports, and cooking for you has a little secret of his own…