Tonight is the night of your daughter Allison's prom night. You wanted this to be special since it's her first time going to a prom ever, so you got everything set up: the limo ride, money, (but not too much) and not to mention her beautiful sparkly sequin purple ballerina-ish dress that you bought when she was younger, as you just knew this day would come and that she's going to fit into it...and she does.

Allison comes walking down the stairs with her clutch, wavy, long brunette hair half up-half down, and of course with her beautiful dress and silver sparkly high heels.

"Aww i knew you'd look beautiful in that, sweetheart," you beam as she walks down the stairs. "You look exactly how i pictured you in it!"

"Thanks Mom," she says.

"Michael!" you call your husband who's currently sprawled out on the couch, sleeping heavily. You roll your eyes, yet again at him doing this. You walk up to him and yell so he can hear, "MICHAEL!"

He instantly shoots up and rolls off the couch with a loud,

thud!

"What happened? Were we robbed? Is the baby coming? What's going on?!?!?" he says frantically, getting up from the floor.

You laugh at him and shake your head. "What baby Michael? And no we weren't robbed, everything's fine, i just wanted you to see Allison before she leaves."

"What? Oh," says Michael. "You look great honey," he says with a yawn and lays back down on the couch, all without even glancing at Allison.

"Not me silly," you say. "Allison!"

But Michael is now completely unresponsive yet again. You groan and shake him again. Ever since Michael finished the first leg of his Dangerous tour, he's been having bad jet lag and sleeping all day everyday, which sucks because all he wants to do anymore is sleep.

"Michael!" you yell.

"DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Allison screams louder than anything.

Michael shrieks and yet again falls off the couch.

thud!

You place a hand on your forehead and sigh.

"Sorry, was i asleep again?" Michael asks, rubbing his eyes.

"Kind of," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Sorry..." he looks at Allison, "Oh my gosh, Ally you are stunning!" he compliments and kisses her cheek.

"Careful Daddy," she whines, "i have blush on."

Michael laughs. "Sorry."

"Well, you better get going. Don't want to keep Daryl waiting," you say. Daryl, meaning Allison's boyfriend.

"Daryl is sick," Allison says, disappointment in her voice.

"What? Oh poor boy, i hope he gets better soon," you say.

"Yeah..." Michael says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Michael kind of never liked Daryl.

"I thought you weren't going to do this," you mumble to him.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not doing anything," he mumbles back.

"Guys, please, if Daryl was coming, he'd be here to pick me up, duh."

"Yeah Michael," you nudge him, "what a gentlemen."

"Just get in the limo Allison." He goes over to kiss her.

"Bye Daddy, i love you."

"I love you more."

She then says goodbye to you and then leaves the house, off into the limo.

"Ah, our baby girl all grown up. Right Mi-" you look over at Michael sitting on the couch, lazily closing his eyes.

You shake your head and go over to sit next to him, rubbing his back. "My poor babyboy, you wanna sleep, don't you?"

"Nah, i wanna try and stay awake, but i can't." He pouts.

"I'll make you something?" you suggest.

He smiles a little. "Sure, thank you honey." He kisses your cheek.

You begin to walk over to the kitchen area when suddenly you hear a big car screech from outside. "What in the world?" you say, going over to open the front door; Michael follows.

You see the limo stopped right on the side of the road up about a few meters ahead. "Oh no," you whisper and run up to it, Michael following you behind.

"What in the world?" you ask, tapping on the window. "Allison are you alright?"

Allison gets out of the car, along with the driver. "Yes Mom, i'm alright."

"What the hell happened?" you ask.

"Yeah, what-" Michael lets out a big yawn, "happened?"

"We've got a flat. No big deal," casually says the driver, Spencer.

"What? Oh God, this is terrible!" Allison shrieks. "How am i supposed to get to the prom now?"

"It's alright, you can go with Michael's Bentley, right Michael?"

Michael hisses. "I meant to tell you this sooner, but uh...i kind of lost the keys." He instantly surrenders, putting his arms over his head.

"YOU WHAT?" you yell.

"Wait, Mom what's wrong with your car?" Allison asks.

"My car is at the mechanics from the time i busted the mirror off of it in an accident."

"Oh, look who's also reckless," Michael says, rolling his eyes.

"Listen, we can figure this out." You pause for a moment and then say, "Can't you just call someone?"

"Well why doesn't Michael hot-wire his car?" Spencer yells.

"I don't know how." Michael scratches his head. "I really don't know much about cars."

"Ugh someone just get me to the prom!" Allison whines.

"Stop complaining!" Spencer yells. "We will figure this out!"

You frown. Spencer has always been kind of a man-child, always yelling and getting offended easily. But hell, he does his job pretty well, so you and Michael have gotten used to him.

"Okay, alright!" Allison surrenders. "But hurry, we have an hour to get there!"

"Do you have a spare tire?" you ask.

"Well we usually keep one at the back, but there isn't one this time for some reason."

"Ah great, just fucking great!" says Allison.

"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY," Spencer screams. "NO ONE LIKES A LADY LIKE THAT!"

Everyone is silent for a few seconds until you say, "So...how do we get out of this situation?"

Spencer's facial expression instantly softens and he's back on board again. "Simple. Maybe i can call someone to change the tire," he says casually.

You inwardly groan. I just suggested that.

Spencer dials on a phone, when suddenly you hear thunder struck and before you know it, rain comes pouring down from the sky.

"NO, IT'S-NO!" Allison yelps and gets back inside the limo at the front.

"Oh here we go..." Michael says and lazily jumps inside the limo, sprawling himself out in the backseat.

You shield yourself from the rain with your cardigan over your head, leaning up against the car.

"Hey Michael, what time is it?" you ask him.

"Uh, Thursday," he sleepily replies, turning over to his side, shifting to get more comfortable.

"Time baby, not day." You giggle.

He groggily looks out the window. "About 5:30."

"Right," you say and roll your eyes.

"He's right you know," says Spencer, looking down at his watch.

This is going to be a long evening.

~

1 hour later...

(still raining)

"Hi, we need a-" Spencer says through the phone. "Oh you're closed? WHAT A SURPRISE!" He throws the phone onto the ground, causing it to smash into pieces.

"Why the hell did you do that for? We needed that!" you scold.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET HELP? LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS CLOSED!" he screams back.

You hate standing there in the pouring rain, soaking wet, jeans feeling disgusting, shoes filled with puddles of water, freezing cold, etc.

Spencer then open the trunk and pulls out a tool box, the only thing in there besides a blanket as well.

"I'M GONNA TRY AND PULL THE TIRE OUT WITH THIS," he yells over the rain, holding up a precision screw driver.

"ARE YOU SURE THAT'LL WORK?"

"YES, I THINK SO."

Then you remembered something. "I'M GOING TO SEE IF WE HAVE A TIRE PUMP IN THE GARAGE!"

You run off back to the house, open the garage and look for a tire pump. You rummage through loads of shit when you finally find it. You grab it and drag it across the concrete, exiting the garage and trying to hold it all the way out back to the limo.

"HERE!" you yell, approaching the limo faster. Spencer helps you with the pump and drags it closer to the tire. You can see that he's already got the tire out.

"THERE, NOW ALL WE GOTTA DO, IS OPEN THE PUMP OUT," he pulls the little pump out, "LIKE SO, AND STICK IT INTO THIS LITTLE METAL THING IN THE TIRE, AND IT FILLS UP WITH AIR," he places it in. "TURN THE PUMP ON!"

You attempt to turn the pump on, but accidentally turn it up too high as the tire is now filling up with air faster and faster and faster.

"THAT CAN'T BE GOOD!" yells Spencer. "RUN!"

You both jump out of the way in time right before the tire goes,

pop!

and pieces of the tire remains fly everywhere.

You stand up from the pavement, wiping the back of your jeans.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING OUT THERE?" Allison calls from inside the limo, popping her head outside but not too much so she doesn't get wet anymore of what she kind of is from the absolutely hard pouring rain from outside.

"UH...WE HAVE KIND OF A PROBLEM," you call back.

"WELL, AT LEAST DAD'S UP-OH WAIT, HE'S BACK ASLEEP AGAIN," she says.

At least he is sleeping. Michael hardly does that, so you guess it's not so bad. But there are times like these when you need his help, but it sure doesn't look like he can right now.

"HOW MUCH LONGER?" she asks.

You look over at Spencer who is on conscious.

Great, you think. Just fucking fantastic.

"A WHILE."

You collapse on the side of the car in exhaustion, holding your cardigan over your head again.

Allison, forgive me, you think.

The next day...

You slowly open your eyes and look around. The sun is shining, it stopped raining, but you're still out here for some reason.

You look over at Spencer, still in the same position as last night. You then look inside the car window, seeing Michael and Allison peacefully sleeping. You open the trunk and pull the blanket out, covering the two of them.

You shake Spencer awake slowly. "Spencer? Spencer! Get up!" you say.

"Huh? What? Don't worry," he says, groggily standing up, "I'm gonna get Allison to that dance, and..." suddenly, a truck is coming closer and closer. That's surely a first around here. "HEY, OVER HERE! HEEEEYYYYYYYY!" Spencer calls out.

The truck's horn beeps loudly and before you know it, mud splashes everywhere over Spencer and you, then drives past.

You wipe some of it off from your face, and look at each other.

"The next time you think about driving this thing," you say calmly, "you might wanna check if the tire is flat, say...an hour before, maybe?"

He just stares at the road and does nothing, until, "WHY!!!!!!!!!"

♔

Hey guys, i know there isn't many Michael and you scenes in this one, and it was kind of long, but this is an imagines book after all and so i still wanted to incorporate a little bit of humor and comedy-ish into it since iv'e been wanting to write this for a while now. But nevertheless, i hope you enjoyed it, be sure to vote and comment <3

L O V E, Demi :-)

-This was really old, hehe.