Short stories where Michael Jackson is the ideal, romantic, kind, caring and most handsome man that ever walked the earth (well he Was all that and much more so this book just takes him as he was and just places him in different imaginary contexts)...
I'm taken aback by surprise as I enter Lizzie's room. I look around and find posters of me plastered on every corner of the room. There was no Elvis, Frank, Freddie or Beatles. It was just me.
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I joyfully smile to myself. She is my fan afterall. Yippee! I scream to myself and go over to the computer. I switch it on, open Google. I look at the screen as the cursor blinks in the blank space. The search list comes down and I blush looking at it. It was all about me! I smile coyly Michael Jackson smile Michael Jackson fedora Michael Jackson glove Michael Jackson in gold pants 'jeez what is it with girls and golden pants' Mikezilla "Mikezilla? Who's that? Maybe it's some new artist I don't know about. Let me see" I click on it and my jaw drops to the floor as the search result pops up
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WeeHee!!!, I didn't know my general had a name of its own" I hide my face with my hand. I'm too embarrassed to look at the screen. 'So this is why women are obsessed with the gold pants' I blush wildly my face still in my hands when I hear a knock at the door.
Lizzie's P.O.V I knock on the door of my room earnestly hoping that Michael has not used my computer and I can just quickly erase my search history before he does so.
"Come in" I hear his soft voice say.
As soon as I open the door and look at him, my hopes shatter. By his naughty yet shy smile I come to know that the cat is out of the bag.
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I don't know what to say or do anymore. I look around the room at all his posters feeling like a fool.
"Umm Michael the phone is downstairs if you want to make your calls" I quickly mumble coming up with an excuse to cover up my embarrassment
"No"
"Huh? Don't you wanna call for help?"
"No"
"Why?"
"Coz I have to introduce you to someone" he says standing up and walking close to me. I take a few steps back till the wall stops me. Michael comes close and forms a shield around me with his hands on either side of me
"Who do you want to introduce me to?" I ask looking up into his deep doe like eyes. He bends down, takes the strand of hair that was flowing down my face and tucks it behind my ears. He brings his lips close to my ears and gently mouthes in a sexy whisper
"Mikezilla"
-------------------------------- Should I end the Imagine here or should I continue. Please do comment. Would love to hear your thoughts. Don't forget to vote😀
