Bobby DeBarge Imagines vol.2

Fighting is our love language

March 3rd 1973

"Psst Y/n, y/n!" I was interrupted from my favorite show by someone, whisper yelling from outside my window.

I sighed, standing up from my bed and tiptoed over to the window to see my boyfriend Bobby, cautiously looking up.

An instant grin crept its way onto my face, as I pushed the blinds out the way and lift my window up.

"Heyy." I whisper, happy to see him.

I love when he just unpredictably shows up.

"Is your mom home?" Bobby whispered, grasping onto the wooden ladder by the side of my house.

"Yeah so you've gotta be quiet." I watch as he nods then starts climbing up.

He planted his feet on the floor, then closed the window and kicked his shoes off.

"Is the door locked?" He raised a brow.

"No.. But don't worry about it." I assured him with a small grin, before leaning in and kissing him.

Bobby quickly kissed back and wasted no time wrapping an arm around me, pulling me in close, which took me by surprise.

"Not so shy now, are we Mr DeBarge?" I playfully smirked as we pulled away and our gazes met.

"I've never been one to be shy." He teased back, crashing his lips on mine again and I kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Mm-We need to talk." I stated, breaking the kiss before pulling away from him.

"Yeah? What is it?" He sat down on my bed, glancing up at me solemnly.

"Well..." I trail off, starting to pace back & forth.

"Well??" He asked, watching me in anticipation.

"My dad is coming to pick me up in a few days..." I stopped to glance at him.

"Why?" Confusion tinted his face.

"He has this thing that ever since I stopped living with him I have to go visit him..." I shrug and continue my pacing.

"Oh.. What about your stepmom though? Didn't she-"

"Yes." I cut him off as a wave of triggering washed over me.

"Well, when you coming back?" He leaned forward, grabbing my wrists.

I glanced at him again, before walking closer and standing in front of him.

"Um.. in about, 2 weeks.." I bit the inside of my cheek in dissatisfaction.

"Doggone it." He muttered in annoyance, looking down & off to the side.

"I know, I don't wanna go either.. But I don't have a choice." I mumble

"Where did you say he live?" He coked up a brow, now looking up in my eyes.

"A-Ann Arbour." I swallowed.

"Hm... Aight." He nodded, as I tried to read him.

He's definitely got something in mind.

"Forget that anyways, let's lay down." He let go of my wrists and stood up.

I nodded, doing so, given I'm already in my pjs.

"Hey Bobby?" I watched as he unbuttoned his white shirt.

"Hm?" He took it off, letting it fall on the floor, then moving on to his pants.

"You'd go all the way to Ann Arbour.. Just for me?" I looked up from his hands to his face.

He quickly slid his dark blue, bell bottoms off, revealing his bulging grey drawls.