Classic Rock Imagines

Jon Bon Jovi #2

Imagine milling around in a guitar shop. You're life had become a routine; wake up, work, stress and come home only to sleep and repeat the same process over and over again. You needed a cure and an electric guitar would be just the thing to change things up a bit. You'd always wanted to go into music and you were finally going to take the leap. You picked up a baby blue vintage looking guitar and smiled as you strummed it.

"So I take it you like rock N' roll?" A man asked as you plucked the strings.

You looked up to see a tall, blonde man standing in front of you. You felt yourself blush as you met his bright blue eyes, bluer than the guitar you held, but he gave you a warm smile which somehow made you feel less nervous.

"I think I do," you replied as you looked back at the guitar to admire it.

"I understand completely, it's a bit hard to resist," he said as he studied you, thinking to himself how good you looked with that instrument in your hands.

Your eyes wandered back up to him, wandering over his outfit with curiosity. He wore a nice shirt with a black leather jacket over it and a pair of jeans. He definitely had a musician look about him that made you smile. His hair was an absolute perfect shade of blonde and you found yourself thinking that everything else was equally perfect as well.

"You look like a bit of a rocker yourself," you said with a smirk.

He let out a laugh and looked down at his boots, "I do a little rock n' roll here and there, yeah."

You gave him a warm smile as you listened to him intently, now focusing on the sound of his voice and how much you were starting to like it.

"You know," he started as he grabbed another guitar and sat down next to you, "we could jam a little right now if you're not too shy?"

You shook your head with a nervous smile, "Oh, well I don't actually know how to play yet, I still have to teach myself."

His eyes lit up, "That's even better, I can teach you."

You spent the next few hours next to him in the guitar shop, strumming along and picking up chords while he sang away and absolutely made your day. You got stuck just once, but it was almost completely on purpose really.

"Jon," you said with a confused expression on your face, "I don't think I can figure this chord out, would you mind helping me?"

A smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he stood up and walked behind you, "Do you mind if I-?"

"Not at all," you said softly.

He blushed a bit as he wrapped his arms around you to show you how to place your hands.

"Just like that, now try it," he said before you strummed the guitar to produce a B flat chord.

"Like that?" You asked as you turned to look at his face, which was dangerously close to yours.

"Perfect," he whispered distractedly as his eyes flickered down to your lips momentarily.

The two of you stayed there awhile, enjoying the silent tension that had formed between you.

"So," he started, breaking the silence, "since you've picked up guitar so fast, do you think you'll still need any lessons from yours truly?"

You gave him a sly smile as you watched him bite his bottom lip as he awaited your reply, "I think I'll still need a few, as long as you don't mind."

"I can assure you, I won't mind at all," he said, his voice lower than before as his eyes began to wander back to your lips.

"Good," you said before you leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips, leaving him a bit stunned against you.

The kiss was quick and short with the intention of leaving him wanting more, and it definitely did the trick. You pulled away to see a smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes, which looked a bit dazed, studied you with curiosity and admiration. 

"I'll see you soon then," you said as you grabbed a pen from your purse and then his hand to scribble your number down onto it.

You stood up, purchased your baby blue guitar and strolled out confidently, leaving Jon Bon Jovi starting after you and impatiently awaiting the next time he would get to see you.

I think a Roger Waters imagine is coming up next😏😏