Michael Jackson Imagines~Volume 1 :)

~Caught rapping~

~Y/N's Pov~

"Yeah now who thinks there arms are long enough to slap box, slap box they said I rap like a robot so call me rap god.." I sing along with the radio while dancing around like a crazed chicken on steroids.

"What a gay lookin boy...so gay I can barely say it wit a straight face lookin boy...You witnessin a massecre like you watching a church gatherin take place lookin-" I sing but soon get cut off by someone turning the radio off.

I open my eyes and come back to the real world and look around the studio towards the radio, and see Michael standing there with a blank face trying not to laugh.

"Uhhh...Y/N what the hell did I just witness not even 20 seconds ago. Were you just rapping?!" Michael asked looking rather shocked from what he had to see.

"Was I that bad?!" I asked seeing as though he looks like he wants to wash his eyeballs in acid.

"Actually...I-I kinda liked it. Could you give me a show while I sit down and watch?! You could even act like I'm not there. I didn't know you could rap like that girl!" He says giving me a high five.

"Fine Michael but you owe me by making me those delicious french toast sticks that you make" I exclaim making the deal clear.

"Okay fine...deal" He says going to the other side of the room and grabbing a chair placing it in the middle of the floor.

I go over to the radio and put my index finger on the play button

"You ready Michael?!" I ask.

"As ready as ever baby" He answers back.

That day, me and Michael had a lot of fun. Me rapping, and him dancing around and singing his songs while I added my own little twist in some of them. We had a blast that day. And lets not forget, he kept his promise with the french toast sticks before we hopped in bed.

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