As an assistant to Michael Jackson's lawyer, you've spent months delivering paperwork to a star you can't stand. One dismissive nod at your first meeting was all your pride needed to write him off as arrogant. Then a strange old lady decides that pride deserves a lesson and puts a curse on you: human by day, cat by night. One night, a wrong turn leads you straight into the garden of Hayvenhurst, where the man you've been so cold to scoops you up without a second thought. Now he tells you everything he's never told anyone, and the more you listen, the harder it becomes to keep hating a man you never tried to understand.

In the small, working-class streets of Gary, Indiana in the 1970s, Inaya Smith lived with her mother in a modest house just a few doors down from the Jackson family. It wasn't the kind of place that felt important on a map, but to her, it was the whole world. The Jacksons were already known in the neighbourhood for being kind, grounded, and full of music that seemed to spill out of their home like sunlight through cracked curtains. Inaya's mother had become close friends with Katherine Jackson. Because of that friendship, Inaya was always welcome next door. That's where she met Michael. At first, he was just a quiet boy with sharp eyes and an old soul, often humming rhythms on the porch steps or tapping beats on anything within reach. But over time, something unspoken formed between them-a bond built on shared childhood, simple kindness, and understanding that didn't need explaining. They grew up side by side, through school days, backyard games, and long evenings when the air smelled like summer rain and music. Inaya saw Michael not as a rising star, but as the boy who laughed too hard at small jokes, who got lost in melodies no one else could hear yet, and who sometimes just needed someone to sit beside him in silence. And when fame finally came-fast, bright, and overwhelming-it didn't feel like something that included both of them. The world pulled him away in flashes of cameras and roaring crowds. The streets of Gary became distant memory to everyone else, but not to Inaya. She watched from afar as his name grew bigger than the town they once shared, as his life became something the world talked about but never truly understood. And still, she loved him. Quietly. Deeply. The kind of love that doesn't demand attention or return, just remembers. Still, in her heart, he was never just the "Michael Jackson" the world saw. He was the boy from next door in Gary, Indiana. #20 Michaeljackson #16 Moonwalker #33 Kingofpop #3 Mjxreaded #5 Michael #2 Mjfam

Y/N never thought she would find a home in a place she never expected. After a heartbreaking loss, she moves in with the Jackson family, where she meets Michael - the boy behind the fame, the music, and the spotlight. To the world, he's a superstar. But to Y/N, he's just Michael. As their friendship grows, they begin to heal together through late nights, music, memories, and moments that change everything. But this isn't a love story that happens overnight. It's a slow burn. A story of two people finding comfort in each other... and discovering that the best kind of love is the one worth waiting for.

𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄－　"𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦" - they both claim theyre "just friends", so why cant they stay off eachothers minds? 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, trying to live her life to the fullest before leaving for college, Aisosa meets a man that completely alters her life forever. 【original character 】 【slow burn】