classic rock imagines

✨| the who pref.

how you meet for the first time

john entwistle: you two meet at the grocery store, but not the typical way when a girl can't reach the top shelf for something she needs and a guy comes along to help, no. you run right into each other as you're turning down an aisle and he's coming up it, making you drop practically everything into his cart. it wasn't a terrible mix-up, but your hands kept touching his, making you both blush in the subtlest of ways until everything was finally sorted out again. he offered to pay for your groceries, since you only had an armful, and you couldn't help but thank him with a promised date the next night.

pete townshend: you meet pete at the record store. he's wandering about, trying to see what's coming in and what has gone down or up in price, just so he could give the clerk at the register a little piece of his mind. however, when he sees you checking out some records, he makes his way toward you rather casually, trying to peek at what you're looking at and once he sees, he starts talking. and does not shut up for a long, long time. you eventually decide to ask him if he could continue his debate over dinner sometime, since you didn't exactly plan to spend the entire day in the record store.

keith moon: you meet moonie at a movie theater. you go by yourself after your date had stood you up (again) and sit down, gnawing away at the popcorn you promised yourself not to eat all of before a body plops down right into the seat beside you. he's rambling on about some bird he'd just seen outside in the lobby, sticking his hand all in your popcorn and shoving it in his face before you finally speak up, voicing your confusion and you ask who he is and what the hell he thinks he's doing. he's instantly embarrassed, claiming he thought you were his good friend, but that it was obvious you were not who he was looking for. he asks if you mind that he stays, and you tell him you don't, figuring some company wouldn't be too terribly bad.

roger daltrey: you met in a coffee shop. he had accidentally picked up your drink and you had grabbed his, but by the time either of you realized it, it was too late and half of the drinks were gone before he had finally come over to ask if it was a coincidence that your name happened to be roger too, judging by the cup in your hand. he sat down across from you after you had invited him to, and he went on about how that happened more often than anyone would think. his charm and handsome smile flatter you, and you later ask him if he would like to take a walk with you and he agrees.