R5 Preferences And Imagines

Rocky Imagine For Sammi

Sammi's POV:

"Sammi!" 

"Coming! Hold your horses!"

 You look at yourself one last time in the mirror before running downstairs. All your boyfriend, Rocky had told you was to wear something warm and comfy that you wouldn't mind getting dirty. You ended up wearing a pair of jeans with a black tee shirt and a red flannel with red converse; just os happening to be your favorite outfit. 

Reaching the living room, you posed for your boyfriend, pretending to be a model. He laughed, coming over and hugging you. 

"You do know that you are so weird, right?" he said, still laughing slightly. You stepped back, your hand over your heart. 

"What do you mean I am weird? What of my actions shows that I am weird? How could you say something like that? Honestly I feel so attacked right now." With that, you flopped dramatically on the couch, the back of your hand on your forehead and let out a huge and dramatic sigh. 

"Did I also mention a drama queen?" added Rocky, shaking his head, causing you to laugh. He helped you off the couch. 

"Can we please go now? I really want to show you what we are doing today," insisted Rocky, pulling you towards the door. 

"Fiiiiiiiine," you say, letting him drag you outside. So your surprise, you didn't see his Ford Camrey sitting in the drive way like always. 

"Wait, where is your car?" you ask, looking down the street, but not seeing it. Rocky grinned mischievously. 

"Well today I decided to take out this bad boy instead," he replied, leading you around a bush to reveal a motorcycle. And not just any motorcycle. This one was bright red with a gold streak down the side, with two seats. You grinned. 

"We are going to be riding this aren't we?" you ask excitedly, bouncing on your toes. Rocky nodded, grinning widely.  You let out a small squeal of joy. You had always wanted to have a motorcycle but your mom would never let you, saying it was "not safe."

Grinning widely, Rocky helps you onto the bike before climbing on himself. You could feel the engine warm to life under you as he turned the key, the machine shaking a bit under you. 

"You ready?" You nod, taking a deep breathe, wrapping your arms around Rocky's waist, loving them in place. You had no plan on falling off and were not going to let that happen. 

After a few seconds, a loud sound came from the machine and you started moving: down the driveway and onto the street. Suddenly, you realize you had no idea where you were going. 

"Wait, where are we going?" you yell as you guys begin to pick up speed. 

"Surprise!" he yelled back before any voice would have been drowned out by the sound. You sped down the road, a trail of smog billowing behind you. The wind blew your hair everywhere, making you glad you were not wearing a hat orals it would be miles gone by now. 

You rode, enjoying the air blowing on your face and the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. Finally, you pulled into a parking lot of what looked to be an old time diner. 

"After you, milady," said Rocky, helping you clamber off the motorcycle. As you hopped to the ground, Rocky grabbed your hand squeezing it. You saw him lean over and whisper in your ear. 

"I really do love you, Sammi..." he whispered, his breath sending chills down your spine. 

"I love you too..." you whisper back. 

TADA! Here you go Sammi! I really hope you like it! 

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Peace out peeps!

~Madds