Imagine that Michael is a part of a break dancing crew. They were known to play with every girl's feelings that showed interest in them. Of course, they lived in your neighborhood. One day as you were walking back home from the store, you seen them sitting on the corner of the block. You became nervous because you didn't want them to see you. You decided to speed walk past them. As you were walking, you heard each member shout a pick-up line at you. You looked at them and seen that Michael was just staring at you. You blushed and walked away. When you got home, you decided to take a nap for a while. You got woken up by a knock on your door. You went to see who it was and it was Michael.

"Hello!" he smiled.

"Hey, um, what are you doing here?" you looked around.

"I just came by to tell you that I'm sorry for the way my friends treated you when you were walking home," he put his hands behind his back.

"It's fine," you leaned against the doorway.

You both stared at each other for some time before he finally spoke up.

"So um, would you like to give me your number so we can like, you know, keep in touch?" he rubbed the back of his head.

You and Michael became best friends after that. At first you didn't let your guard down since you didn't want him to treat you like gum under his shoe and get hurt. For some reason, every time you say that you want to meet the crew, Michael just changes the subject every time. He admitted to you that they didn't know about you, that they were making plans to get with you, but this was done with every girl on the block. You told him that you had a plan to mess with their heads. Michael told you what their plan was and you thought it was too easy for this to work. You kept your plan to yourself and the day rolled around. You started to walk around the block and seen Michael's crew talking to each other and some doing head spins on the side walk. Michael was just nervously staring at you. You turned down every crew member that tried to make a move on you. You thought it was hilarious how they kept trying over and over again. Now it was Michael's turn. As Michael was walking toward you, you seen his friends watching him from the side of your eye. When Michael was in front of you, you quickly pressed your lips onto his before he could say anything. When you pulled back you looked at the boys and seen them staring at Michael with wide eyes. Michael had the exact same expression.

"I like you," you smiled.

"I like you more," he kissed you again.