Classic Rock Imagines

Joe Strummer #2

"Fine just go," you screamed as you slammed your door and threw yourself on the bed, doing your best not to cry, but you couldn't help it.

Your boyfriend was out of control and nothing you did seemed to remedy the situation. He was walking out on you yet again, but of course he wouldn't just go peacefully, he had to make your life a living hell first. You buried your face in your pillow and screamed.

"Is this a bad time?" You heard a familiar voice ask from the window.

You sat up on the edge of your bed and quickly wiped your tears, smudging mascara as you did so. Your good friend Joe looked back at you with a sympathetic smile as he hopped through the window. He always seemed to appear at just the right moment.

"Come here," he said softly as he pulled you into a comforting hug.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey, don't apologize, it's okay to shed a few tears every now and then right?" He said as he rubbed your back.

He heard a crash from downstairs, followed by muffled foul language and instinctively held you tighter. Until he realized who it was.

"What did he do this time?" He asked.

You pulled back and gave him a sad smile that hit the pit of his stomach and shook your head. His eyes swept over your watery ones and mascara stained face with concern and adoration at the same time. He lifted his hands to both sides of your face to wipe away your tears.

You let out a little laugh, "It's no use, they won't stop."

"A guy can try, right?" He said, making you giggle.

He smiled, proud of himself for getting you to smile even for a second, but it was quickly removed when you heard your boyfriend yelling at you again from downstairs. Joe's jaw clenched as he watched you look at the floor, humiliated. He hated seeing you like this, this wasn't you.

"Come on," he said as he nodded his head to the window, "let's get out of this hell house."

Normally you'd object, afraid you'd only make the situation worse by running away from the problem, but tonight felt different. You truly needed an escape.

You nodded your head and a smile you loved seeing spread across Joe's face. You followed him out the window and slid down the gutters to reach the ground. You looked back up at the window and widened your eyes in surprise.

Joe looked over and chuckled, "What?"

"How the hell do you get up there?"

"It's a secret," he said with a wink, "come on then, let's go before that jerk catches us."

You rolled your eyes with a halfhearted smile and ran down the street with him. The cool wind on your skin felt more than refreshing as you moved through the nearly dark streets. You felt your heart pounding as you looked back at the house which was quickly falling far behind you, exactly how you wanted it to. The farther it was, the better you felt and you finally felt your tears drying up. Joe looked over, happy to see your eyes were light again. He smiled as he watched your hair fly behind you in the breeze, making you look and feel free, just as you should be.

You turned to catch him staring, but he knew better than to just look away. You smiled at his admiring expression.

"Getting tired, Joe?" You teased as he jogged beside you.

"You wish," he said before he quickened his pace and got ahead of you.

You laughed as you followed close behind him.
For a moment things were like they used to be when you were teenagers with nothing to worry about. A few minutes later you both slowed your pace and came to a stop, laughing as you tried to catch your breath.