"No. You're not fake-dating my sister. End of discussion," Danny states. "That's up to her," Josh replies, leaning back slightly as his eyes meet mine. All seven pairs of eyes in the band are on me now, waiting for my answer. I feel my chest tighten, nerves filling me up. "Deal," I reply, my voice steady.

Some people spend their whole lives searching for the right person. Michael and Y/N spend theirs searching everywhere except where they should have looked first. They've been best friends since childhood. They've shared dreams, heartbreaks, and every version of each other long before fame changed everything. Maybe soulmates don't always meet as strangers. Maybe... they grow up together. DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. Real people and historical events may be referenced, but all fictional relationships, dialogue, and private interactions are products of the author's imagination. Contains mature themes, strong language, implied sexual content between consenting adults, and references to prescription drug use.

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...