❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Telephone(Bad Era)♥

You sigh as you and Kim walk into your shared bedroom and you collapse onto your bed tiredly.

"That was a long day!" you groan and she giggles.

"It sure was," she shakes her head.

Both you and Kim worked as Michael Jackson's personal assistants and you both shared a room because quite frankly...the two of you were inseparable.

"I'm so bored now," Kim shrugs as she falls onto her bed. "What should we do?"

"Sleep," you roll your eyes tiredly. "That's what we should do,"

"Oh come on!" Kim exclaims. "Don't be such a killjoy!" she frowns and you turn your head toward her.

"Kim..." you roll your eyes once again. "Michael is literally a slave driver," you huff. "I had to deal with him and his dance choreographers today," you grimace. "And it was horrible. You, on the other hand, were lucky enough to be assigned finances today so you're probably not as tired," you rant and she chuckles.

"Well..." she trails off. "That is true," she shrugs, realizing that you were right.

"Exactly, which is why I need to sleep," you throw your arm over your eyes and sigh. "Can I just get a day off?"

"Why don't you ask Michael?" Kim teases as she breaks into laughter.

You move your arm and look at her in annoyance.

"Ha.ha." you enunciate. "Very funny,"

"No I'm serious-"

"Wait!" you exclaim as you sit up. "I just got an idea!" you look at her with bright eyes and she stares at you in shock.

"Honestly," she shakes her head in disbelief. "You're so unpredictable! I thought you wanted to sleep..." she rolls her eyes. "and now you have an idea," she folds her arms.

"Yeah!" you giggle. "Now listen," you smile mischievously."We both have Michael's room telephone number, right?" you ask and she nods slowly.

"(Y/N)....what exactly are you planning to do?" she eyes you suspiciously.

"I'm going to call him!" you say as if it were obvious.

"And?" she frowns.

"And I'm going to pretend to be a secret admirer with a thing for him," you wink playfully and she widens her eyes.

"He's going to figure out it's you (Y/N)," she shakes her head.

"Nope! I'll alter my voice...I'm good at that," you shrug. "That'll give him something to be busy with....that way, he won't need us to work that often," you smile widely.

"How exactly do you think that's going to work?" she raises an eyebrow.

"He'll be so busy with his secret admirer that he'll forget to overload us with work," you giggle mischievously again and she sighs.

"And what are you going to name his secret admirer?" she huffs.

"Uh...." you tap your chin thoughtfully. "Chara," you smile.

"Are you serious?" Kim gawks as you stand up swiftly and walk to the telephone.

"Yes," you smile as you dial Michael's bedroom number.

"Hello?" his raspy voice sounds on the other line. He'd probably just woken up from a nap.

"Hello," you make your voice sound deep and sultry.