One-shots and Imagines

Eddie Munson - Solitude

It was your first day at a new school.

The school year had already started, but you got suspended at your other school for hitting an annoying-ass bitch, in the head, with your skateboard, so you had to transfer.

You got there early.

Your father was in the navy, and one thing he taught you about the navy was: If you're not early, you're late.

The rumor spread through the school, that you were insane, in a matter of hours.

Apparently, the fact that you rode a skateboard made you a maniac, according to the all the highs schoolers.

Your skateboard was tied to your backpack.

Your new nickname was now "The Lunatic".

You had to admit, it wasn't that bad.

You'd been called worse, before.

Everyone was whispering about you in the halls.

You had a nervous look on your face.

When you were headed to math, your favorite subject, also the class before lunch, you bumped into somebody.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," you panicked.

He had long, dark hair.

He was wearing a shirt that said "Hellfire Club" on it.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said, offering you a smile, "I was thinking, would you wanna join me 'an my gang after school for the Hellfire Club? All we really do is just play Dungeons and Dragons."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You absolutely loved D&D.

You only played with your dog, though.

Yes, you did teach your dog how to play D&D.

"Thank you," you started, "but, I prefer my solitude."

Half of you wanted to take those words back, be your real self, and say, "Hell yeah, I love D&D!"

But you didn't.

Your other shy half was holding you back.

"That's all right," he smiled, "see you around?"

You nodded quickly and pushed past him, trying your best not be too rude.

Math was over before you knew it.

Math was your happy place.

You found it interesting, just numbers and the alphabet combined.

After math, you grabbed your backpack and went to the cafeteria.

All eyes were on you.

You quickly went back out the door, and rushed to your locker.

You grabbed your electric guitar, and went outside, to the skate park.

One of the best things about this school was the skate park.

You loved skating.

You stepped on your skateboard, and did a kickflip.

You picked up your phone and called your house.

Your dad answered.

"Hey, dad, can you send Bullet over?" You asked.

Bullet was your big, black German Shepard.

"Sure thing, sergeant," your dad replied, hanging up.

Sergeant was the nickname your dad gave you.

He was in the army, what did you expect?

You hooked your electric guitar up to your speaker.

You started playing T.N.T. by AC/DC.

By the time you were done, Bullet was there.

Bullet usually visited you at school during lunch, not to mention, he usually brought your lunch, too.

You were sitting on your skateboard with your guitar when Bullet showed up.

You put your guitar down.

"Hey, Bullet," you greeted, before he pounced on you, making you fall over, on your back, not so hard that you would hit your head, on the concrete, though.

He was licking you all over your face.

"Stop!" You laughed.

Bullet got off of you.

"Wanna hear this song?" You asked, picking up your guitar, resting your composure, and sitting back on your skateboard.

Right when you were about to start, Bullet barked a loud, vicious bark.

Eddie, the guy you talked to in the hallway was walking over from around the corner.

Bullet ran up to him, barking.

He had a scared face that read 'help me!'

"Bullet, retreat," you demanded.

Bullet wined and trotted back to you, sitting on your right.

Eddie walked over and sat on your left.

"I didn't think you would be the rock type," he smirked.

"Y-You were listening to that?" You stuttered.

"Yeah, it was amazing!" He smiled.

You kept your eyes focused on your feet, avoiding his eye contact.

"So...what bands do you like?" He asked.

"Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Hot For Crime, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, The Rolling Stones," you explained, with a smile, "You name it, I listen to it."

"KISS?" He asked, "even Queen?"

"Hell, yeah," you smiled, finally looking at him.

He loved the way you you got excited when you were talking about music.

It reminded him of "Hold the Line" by "Eastern Thrills".

Music was your other happy place, besides math.

"What song were you gonna play?" He chuckled.

"Just 'Master Of Puppets'," you shrugged.

"Can I hear you?" He asked, pointing to your guitar.

You nodded your head, and picked up your guitar.

You played the song for him.

He was amazed at how absolutely amazing you were.

"How was that?" You asked, once you were done.

"That was amazing!!" He exclaimed.

You blushed and looked down.

"Would you wanna come see my band play this weekend?" He asked.

"Are you asking me out?" You asked nervously.

"I guess I am," he smirked, "Is that a yes?"

"I-I'd like that," you blushed.