Michael Jackson Imagines

57. Impressions

Your POV

"I'm going first!" I smiled thinking of the perfect commercial to rein act.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"Remember you have to guess." I smirked. I cleared my throat. "Dream on, higher, dream on, I think a little higher dream oooooooooonnnnnn! Dream on!" I sang loud as ever.

Michael slowly clapped. "Ha ha, nice try but now it's my turn."

I playful rolled my eyes. "What'cha got?"

He smirked. He turned around them yelled action. He turned around and smiled. "Hi, I'm Colonel Sanders,"

Before he could even finish, I died of laughter. "KFC?!" I laughed.

"Babe! Let me finish!" He whined. "Buy KFC's new $5 fill up, it's finger-licking good," he winked imitating his voice.

"I can't with you Michael," I said laughing again.

"I didn't laugh when you were singing which, might I add, was horrible!" He frowned.

"Michael, How rude!" I imitated Stephanie from Full House.

"Whatever," he said acting mad.

"I'm sorry baby, will you forgive me?" I said like a baby.

"You got it dude," he laughed and grabbed my waist kissing me. Over and over and over again. He rubbed on my body.

"Baby..." I whimpered. He pulled back looking at me. He opened his mouth to say something when we heard loud thumping.

I turned around to see Prince and Bubbles in a race car. "Like a good neighbor, Mater is there!" He giggled. Looks like he's in on it too.