Michael

Your sitting at a table, eating your dinner with your family, your gradma lightly nitpicking at what your dressed in; a hippie-ish skirt and shirt, along with sandles. you just shrug, acting like your listening. but in reality your eavesdropping in on the group next to you. especially Michael. his sleepy eyes are cute, and just the way he talks, too. you have no idea who this stranger is, but hes your type...