Random Imagines

Tristan Evans-The Vamps

Being friends with a world famous band is never easy, being best friends with a world famous band is even harder. But the worst thing is being in love with a member of a world famous band and he only sees you as 'one of the guys'. So when he pulls some big boobed, blonde, blow up doll look alike while touring with his band he likes to make it known that he was 'about to get some', and you felt like shit, scrolling the endless messages of groupies and chicks just looking for their five minutes of fame.

Well that had been my life for the last Five years now. While my best friends Brad, James and Connor like to start my day of with happy little 'good morning' texts such as

James: Hey, bestie, my wonderful BFFFFFFFFFFF. I hope you got as much beauty sleep as possible as today is a new day. 

Con: Morning young one have a great day and we'll call when we get a chance.

Brad: WAKE UP, YOU SLEEPING HEART, I KNOW SOMETIMES WE'LL BE AFRAID BUT NO MORE PLAYING SAFE , MY DEAR, i'M HERE. SO WAKE UP.

And Tris just sends me a 'the morning after' selfie with the latest conquest with the caption. 'Bro, check out what I pulled last night.' 

I sometimes think that he forgets I'm a girl and I just dress in boyish clothes...Well, I did. Over the past 6 months the boys had been touring and I hadn't seen them in person. I texted, called and face timed them nearly every day but I missed their hugs and how strange they get. Not long after they left my mum forced me to attend a party and there I met Maddie, She was the same age as me, tall with long black hair and she was stick thin. 

I didn't think to much of her, she seemed like one of those girls that would turn there nose up at me because I attended a party wearing a football shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of converse and a 'The Vamps' Beanie, But I was hugely mistaken. Maddie is the sweetest most amazing person I met that wasn't in a band and traveling half the world away.

About a month into our friend ship Maddie asked If I ever thought about having a make over. I was a little skeptical at first but she told me I didn't need to worry it was just a thought but I smiled and looked at her with a huge grin on my face. I told her I had about £2000 saved up from Christmas and my birthday so she had full control over the new me. She had squealed loud and we spent the day shopping and in a hair salon getting my hair done.

5 months later here I sat getting ready to got meet the boys after their tour ended, My outfit was a little different to what they were used to seeing my in as my once messy blonde hair was now a long chocolate brown mess of curls that hung neatly past my shoulders, My usual sports shirts were replaced by a black loose fitted strappy top, My some what baggy jeans where replaced by a pair of almost skin tight skinny jeans that were a ripped on one knee. and my Converse were replaced by a pair of high heeled open toe booties in black.

I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my make up as there was a knock at my bedroom door.

"Hey, Y/N, you ready to go get the boys?" I heard someone ask, I opened the door to see my mum and Tris' mum stood by the door. I nodded and with one last look in the mirror I grabbed my phone and Keys before following behind the older women down the stairs and out of the house. My mum climbed in her car and I climbed into mine, Tris' mum following me.

"I'm with you if that's OK?" She smiled stood by my door.

"Of course, I'm always happy to carpool with you Mama Evans now, let's go get my boys." I smiled, my bright red lips framing my almost perfectly white teeth. I pushed my sun glasses up my nose and I started my car, starting my drive to the airport about an hour away.

"So, you excited to see your son again?" I asked as I pulled up to a red light.

"Yeah we all our in my house, what about you, are you excited to see my son again." She laughed, shooting a wink my way.