You and Michael just got into a huge argument about him spending less and more less time with you. You walked out and slammed the door when you were finished arguing with him, you just couldn't take it anymore. You went out for a walk in the town until 3:00 pm. God knows what he's doing right now.

As you walked back home you started to think about the situation that you are in. Maybe he is just busy and doesn't realize how late it was getting. Or maybe he met someone else... You kept repeating more and more reasons why he is staying out late. Maybe he was right. You kept thinking until you realize you're on the doorstep. You close your eyes to calm yourself down if you see a big mess inside made by Michael because you know he could lose it if gets too mad.

You walked inside and seen that there was trash all over and you heard talking upstairs. You went up toward the voices and seen that Michael was talking to 18 year old Macaulay Culkin.

You heard Mac saying, "I thought you quit just for her."

"I know, but this argument really got on my nerves so after I totally lost it downstairs, I just had to have at least one. Maybe Two," Michael replied.

"You know she will be pissed if she finds out about this. Does she even know about it in general?" Mac asked.

"No. I know she will kill me though if she did find out. I just didn't know what to do," Michael sighed.

"You have to hide all of this when she comes back. Especially the smell." Mac stood and opened a window.

"Trust me, I have been hiding this for years." Michael said.

"Hiding what?" you came out from behind the wall.

They looked at you surprised that you came back so soon. You looked at Michael. Who was frozen, holding a lit cigarette in his hand. Mac just ran out of the room afraid you were going to yell at Michael and that he would be in the middle of it. You and Michael just stared at one another in silence. You looked around the room and landed on an ashtray with 5 cigars in it. You start to walk away, but then you feel a strong grip on your arm to keep you in place.

"I can explain," Michael stated.

"Explain what? That you smoke behind my back? Who knows how many times you've done this? Do you know what you're doing to yourself?" You asked.

"Yes I do. I've been smoking for 5 years. That was before I met you though. Back then, I was going through this phase where I was influenced by my friends. In other words, I was a not that much of a gentleman. And then I met you, when you told me that you hated people who smoke, I knew that I just had to quit for you. I gave up being a boy and grew up to be a man," Michael explained.

"Then how come you returned to it today?" you asked.

"The argument that we had earlier really got to me. I know that you have every right to be angry with me because I know that I have been spending more and more time in the studio. It's only because the company is putting more and more pressure on me for making another 'legendary' album. I just had to relax for a little bit. And that was the only thing around for me to take to calm down," Michael replied.

"You could've just called me. Even if you think that I am too mad to answer. I won't be that kind of person. Now that I think about it, that was probably the most dumbest argument we've ever had. I mean, we've had worse," You replied, chuckling to yourself.

"I know I have to stop, but I just couldn't help myself. So are we okay again? I promise I will never even touch a cigarette for the rest of my life. And I will try to get the record company off my back for a while," Michael suggested.

"Yeah, We're alright. I don't even feel angry anymore anyways. And I know when you promise something, you really keep it," You smiled.

For the rest of the day you guys cleaned up the house, and Michael kept his promise to you.