Remember: everything Michael Afton says is made up.

"you?" Michael asked, his gaze flickered down to you. You both were wrapped up in a blanket on his couch, bingeing old slasher films. He couldnt help but admire how into the TV you were the way the light from the TV highlighted your already stunning features. To him, you were a work of art, not like he'd ever tell you though. "you, hey, do you want some more popcorn? or somethin' to drink..?" he asked, smiling down at you.