Michael Jackson Imagines

Christmas Miracle 2

I stood frozen in my place. Could this be true? Was Michael Jackson really in my living room? 

He walked towards me and Dylan. 

“Hello” he extended his arm forward for a handshake “I’m Michael” he giggled a little introducing himself. I stood still my mind blank, unable to comprehend anything that was happening. If this is a dream, I hope to be in this state of sleep until eternity. 

“Lola” I heard nana’s voice.

“Huh” I looked away from Michael at my nana still dazed. I regained some of my consciousness and shook his hand “Hello I’m Lola”. As soon as my hand touched his I went back to my state of blankness. His hands were so big yet soft, they engulfed my little hand completely and though his handshake was firm, his touch was gentle. I stared into his brown eyes unblinkingly. This man was way more handsome than my mind could ever comprehend. 

“Umm this is my brother Dylan” I said suddenly realizing that I had been staring at him a bit too long. 

“Hello Dylan” Michael turned towards him. 

I looked at Dylan who was standing there with his mouth still open in shock. Michael extended the same courtesy to Dylan. He took Michael’s hand examining it weirdly like a Hyena examining a piece of wood. 

“I am real Dylan” Michael laughed. 

“wow man, you look better in person than in all those posters that Lola has of you” Dylan replies 

“Dylan!” I exclaim. He’s an idiot. Why did he have to tell Michael about all the posters I have in my room. Now he must think I’m just another fan girl.

“Michael sweetie would you like to freshen up before dinner?” 

“yes, nana I would love that, Mrs. Jacob I hope I’m not troubling you”

“Not at all Michael, we would love to have you with us for our Christmas eve dinner. Make your self at home. We all love your music, think of this dinner as our little way of saying thank you”

“That is very kind of you Mrs. Jacob”

“Please dear call me Shirley. Lola show Michael the guest room upstairs and Dylan switch on the porch lights, will you?”

Michael picks up the bag and follows me as I walk towards the stairs. 

“Allow me” I say taking one of the bags from his hand

“No, it’s fine”

“Really Michael? you’re going to climb these stairs with those two bags? They’re pretty old and steep, if you fall and can’t moonwalk again don’t blame me” I say looking at him with raised eyebrows. He smiles. Jesus born on Christmas he’s handsome! I can’t stop looking at him

“gee, I wouldn’t want that” he replies. 

“So, which of the two bags is lighter?”

“this one” Michael says handing out the brown leather bag

“Okay” I say taking the Louis Vuitton suitcase from his other hand.

“Hey! That’s not fair”

“Follow me” I say and scurry up the stairs. 

As I reach the end of the stairs I glance behind to see if Michael’s with me and catch him checking me out. His eyes are fixed on my ass. 

“Ahm” I clear my throat. He looks up and blushes, gently chewing the insides of his lower lip

“This is the room” I say putting the bag down and opening the door. He waits for me to enter but I stand where I am and open the door wider. 

“You first” It’s my turn to check out your fine ass I think to myself

Michael crosses me and enters the room. 

“Wow! Nice” I say, accidently, a little louder than I intended to. Michael turns around in surprise “sorry” he asks coyly

“Nice room, isn’t it?” I cover up quickly

“Yes, it’s beautiful” he replies and puts the bag down. I show him around the room

“this is the washroom, you can freshen up but don’t take too long, the Jacob Christmas eve dinner starts at 8 sharp, believe me you wouldn’t want to be late”

“okay, I’ll be down soon. Thank you, Lola” 

“You’re welcome Michael” I say in a little sing song tune

I leave the room closing the door behind me. I stand there for a few seconds reliving every moment that just passed by. Michael Jackson is at my home. He’s having dinner with us tonight. Right now, he’s just one door away from me.

I excitedly jump-run to my room. I sit on my bed and stare at my Bad poster. He’s here in flesh and blood today, no longer just a piece of paper. 

“Hi Michael” I say caressing the poster, “Did you like my home? I have to say you’re more handsome in real life. Not that you look bad *pun intended* in this poster. I caught you checking me out. You naughty little boy, you’re not as innocent as I thought you to be. That black military jacket really suits you by the way and oh, you have a damn fine ass, I noticed it while you were entering the room. but what’s most beautiful about you is your smile. you look kinda angry, bad angry in this poster but Michael your smile is divine. I wonder how it would be like to kiss those lovely soft lips? I say moving my hands over the lips of the poster. 

“You don’t have to wonder” 

I turn around and see Michael standing at the door. I cover my face in embarrassment. 

“how much of it did you hear?” I ask nervously

“pretty much all of it. I wanted to ask you if you had an extra towel I could use. I called you but you didn’t hear me so I followed you to your room”

“NO!”

“Yes” he smiles 

“The extra towels and sheets are kept in the shelf, I’ll get them for you” I say approaching the door

Michael closes the door behind him. 

“Lola” he calls seductively cornering me till I hit the wall “do you want to know what it would be like to kiss me” I remain quiet, bamboozled out of my mind as I feel Michael’s breath in my ear. He brings his lips close but doesn’t touch them to mine. “I’m sure my lips are much softer than the poster paper” he says and his lip gently brushes against mine as her utters the ‘r’ sound. With that faint touch I lose my control and crash my lips onto his. Though I begin the kiss he soon takes control of it. He holds my face in his huge soft hands and deepens the kiss. His tongue nibbles my lips followed by his plump lips sucking on it. I open my eyes as Michael continues to kiss me and look at the poster of Bad behind Michael. 

I guess some Christmas wishes do come true! 

****************
Sorry for the late update, wanted to update this story before Christmas but couldn't do so. Hope you liked it nevertheless. Thank you! Lots of love and warm hugs.