Grease Preferences And Imagines

Putzie Imagine

My all time favorite band is (your favorite band) I had posters in my room, shirts, and records and records of them. Whenever one of their pick me up beats come on the radio, I scream at the top of my lungs. I guess you cam call me a major fan of (band), but one thing that I haven't done was actually seen them in concert.
Putzie, my amazing blonde haired - crystal blue eyed boyfriend knew about my obsession. He would usually joke saying that I like them more than I love him.
"Of course not, Putzie! If you were the next Elvis, I would have so much poster of you, you can even see my wallpaper underneath! I playfully said one day at my house as he smiled. With my parents not home, it was just the two of us lovebirds for three hours. With his jet black comb, he greased up his hair into an Elvis like hairdo. I then ruffled up his greasy hair and kissed him on the cheek.
  "Putzie, I love you just the way your hair is!"
"Elvis is a good Halloween costume, don't you think so?"
   "I mean sure but I prefer (your favorite band). And maybe for Christmas tickets to see 'em!"
Putzie's playful smile suddenly turned into a seriously looking frown.
"You never seen them in concert? Being the big fan you are, I would've figured that you've seen them." He stated as he put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned my head on his chest and sighed deeply. I would kill to see them in concert.

                                                                                                        TWO WEEKS LATER

     "Y/N, Putzie's on the phone in the family room!" My mouther shouted as I sprung from my bed and bolted down the stairs to answer the phone. I took the phone from my mom as I put it up against my ear, to hear the familiar voice on the other line.
      "Hey babe." He said with dull of gleam. "I've gotta a surprise for you!"
       I couldn't believe it - a surprise! I tried to guess what it is, but after a few moments, my brain cells gave up.
     "Ooh, what is it!" I asked like a little kid, with my voice squeaky. I heard him dig through is leather jacket to fins something. A few seconds later, he got back to the phone.
    "Well, there was a sale on (band's) next concert, so I bought two tickets. The show is next week." He said as I screamed loudly. My parents shot me a look as I just gave them a thumbs up.
   "Thanks Putzie! You're the best around!"

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