Rockstar oneshots :)

Too old for you: Mick Mars

What up my sigmas. I'm so sorry, anyways. Soooo sorry for being gone so long I honestly lost track of time and got super busy with school and band. I also just went on vacation so that added on to me not writing. But I've had this one shot in mind for awhile, I know it's kind of  a basic idea but I really like it when I read it so I thought why not try writing it you know. And Mick is such a cutie that needs to be wrote about more, even if that writing is sad. Ok I'll stop talking now and let you read :)

Emma's Pov

Lately Mick had been super distant with me. At first I thought he was just stressed out from touring and making music. But it seems to be a lot more than that.

He denied everything from kisses to sex and everything in between. He wouldn't hold my hand in public any more which got media talking and me thinking.

When he walked through the door I had been sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Work go on a little longer then usual?" I ask looking at him.

"Yeah," he answered shortly not even bothering to look at me.

"You want anything? Food, a massage, I know your backs been bad lately."

"No I don't need anything."

He started walking to the kitchen when I finally decided to ask him what's been up.

"Did I do something?" I ask getting up from the couch.

"What?" he questioned looking at me.

"Did I do something wrong? You've been so distant lately I feel like you never want me around. Every time I try to do anything you pull away. I can't hold your hand in public, I can't even kiss you in private, you won't let me massage your back which I know it's sore, hell you won't even have sex with me anymore!" I say my arms flailing in the air.

"You didn't do anything I've just been thinking. Pulling away was supposed to make this a little easier but I know it never will be so I might as well just get it over with and let you live your life. I don't think we are gonna work out," he says plainly looking at me.

"What do you mean you don't think we are gonna work out?"

"We have to many different plans in life it's just not gonna work out."

Tears start to form in my eyes when I finally realize what he meant. He had been pulling away so he could breakup with me.

"Why is the future a problem now? It wasn't when we first met. You said we could work it out, what changed?" I ask tears falling from my eyes.

"It just hit me along with other things I just know it won't work Em," he says looking away from me," even not thinking of our futures I can still tell. We're just to fucking different to keep this going."

"What do you mean we are to different?"

"Good god Em do I have to spell it out for you. I'm just too old for you I mean we are almost 10 years apart in age. You need to live your life while you still can. Go party, go have sex with anyone you want, go be with someone who can keep up with you because god knows I can't," he rants, turning around at the end.

I could see the slight shake of his back and the tears that were threatening to fall while he was talking.

"I'm packing up some stuff and staying at a hotel. Please don't make this harder on me by trying to make me stay," he says walking up to the bedroom we once shared.

Even if I want to stop him I couldn't. By body refused to move. I stood in the same place shaking and crying hoping this was all a dream and I would wake up soon.

But that never happened. He came back down with his bag on his shoulder. He look at me one last time before heading out the front door leaving me a sobbing mess.