Noah's pov:
I came home after running around houses like a pyschopath delivering mail when I heard music, obviously not innocent, calm, soothing music. It blasted round the house, it's probably Michael using his advantage of his family being dead and me at work to do what he desires, I walk upstairs into Michael's bedroom. I slightly open the door to spy on him. There he was, in his uniform for his job dancing around. I loved it when he danced, he did it so elegantly and perfect. He was flexible as well meaning he could do ballet and strict dancing if he wanted too. That's probably why he gets a higher raise at being a stripper, he dances just how a dance should do, if not better. I sit down on the floor watching him dance. He never gets out of breathe though, he could go on for hours, probably even dance in his sleep.
"Oh- noah- I didn't notice you" he giggles helping me up
"I came a while ago anyways, I like watching you dance." I hug him
"Well, you can't anymore I'm all sweaty, come on we'll take a shower together." He smiles
