☙ rockstar imagines

living in sin

Inspired by Bon Jovi's song

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Y/N'S POV

It's late on a Tuesday night; the moon is shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the street with every step I take. I pull my hood up on my head to keep it out of the pouring rain. My feet splash through the puddles of water along the street as I near my house. The only thing on my mind is how pissed my parents will be at me for coming home past curfew since it's a school night.

I get to the top of our driveway and climb up the stairs of our front porch, taking a deep breath to mentally prepare for whatever words my parents are about to throw my way. Turning the door knob, I step into the house.

From the corner of my eye, I see my parents sitting at the kitchen table, both in their robes, and my mom is holding a cup of tea in her hands. I can practically see the anger seeping off my father's face.

"Please, let me explain..." I say quietly as I stand at the end of the dinner table. I take the hood off my head, exposing my wet hair.

"You say that every time you get home past your curfew, Y/N." My mother speaks firmly.

"Jon's gig ended later than I thought it would."

"Enough with this boy, Y/N!" My dad snaps. "I don't know how many times I told you to stop seeing that boy! He's no good for you. Because of his rock-n-roll crap, you come home late every time his band plays at the school, and you don't get enough sleep. I saw your last math test result, and your grades are slipping."

"My grades are fine, dad." I cut him off.

"You need to get into a good college, Y/N. You need to get a good job, raise a nice family, and marry a good guy. Not some wannabe rockstar like Jon." My father argues.

"Jon is a good guy. I don't know why you can't see that!" I fume. "He might not be the type of guy that you want me to be with, but he makes me happy, and that's all that should matter. I love him, and no matter what you say, I am not changing my mind about him."

My dad sighs. "You guys don't know what real love is. You're both just naive teenagers."

His words are like salt on an open wound. I stand in front of my parents, my jaw trembling from trying to hold back my tears.

"I can't believe you would say something like that." I spoke barely above a whisper before turning on my heels and running upstairs to my room. Pressing my back against my door after closing it, tears roll down my face faster than the pouring rain outside.

I go to my closet and take out an overnight bag. As I pack some clothes, I grab my phone on my bedside table and dial Jon's number. I nervously twirl the phone cord with my hand, hoping that someone on the other end picks up.

"Hello?" I hear Jon's voice at the end of the line.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked through tears.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Jon completely ignores my question when he hears the tremble in my voice.

"I got in a fight with my parents." I say. "Could I spend the night at yours?"

"The front door will be unlocked when you get here. My parents won't mind."

Jon's parents always liked me. They always had me over at their house and treated me like I was their own daughter.

"Thanks. Love you."

"I Love you too, Y/N."

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I sneaked out my bedroom window to get out of the house so my parents wouldn't know I was gone. I get to Jon's house and make sure to be quiet when I go up to his room to not wake up his parents or his little brother. Once I get there, I see my boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs bouncing up and down.

"Are you nervous?" I whisper, and I slowly push through his door.

"Yeah. I was beginning to worry about you." He gets up from his bed and wraps his arms around my waist. "Is everything okay?"

"My parents got mad at me for coming in late again because I was watching you play. Then my dad went on and on about how he doesn't like you and how he thinks I shouldn't be with you."

Jon sigh's. He was no stranger to what my parents thought of him, and he did everything he could to get my parents to like him. But it never worked, so he's given up at this point.

I sit down on Jon's bed. "They just don't get it. They don't understand that we love each other. My dad said that we're just naïve teenagers and don't know what real love is. I wish they could just like you and not care that you wanna be a musician."

My boyfriend puts a comforting hand on my back as he sits down beside me. "Look, I know that they don't go easy on us, but we don't need them to approve of us for the both of us to know that we're in love. If we know that we love each other at the end of the day, that's all that matters."

I lay my head on Jon's shoulder. He was always great at comforting me when I needed it. And that has been a lot lately. "You're right. I'm mature and can make my own decisions. They'll just have to learn to live with it, even if it's hard for them."

Jon kisses the top of my head and takes my hand in his. He looks down at the promise ring that he gave me and smiles softly to himself. I know he worked hard to get the money to get me this ring. It's the best gift anyone has ever given me.

"I love you so much, Y/N; you have no idea. Screw what they think."

I lift my head from his shoulder. "I love you too, Jon. Thanks for being there for me." I kiss him. His soft lips press against mine, and I suddenly feel like all my troubles are melting away.

And with that, Jon and I lay under his covers, and he holds me tightly against him, his body heat radiating off him like a heater. I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck, thinking how lucky I am to have a guy like him in my life to help me through the tough times.

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AN: Can we all agree that this song is a banger?? likeee. Also thank you all so much for over 900 reads!!