Joey Birlem Imagines

Bullet

"Run!" I hear Joey yell.

I should be crying, I should feel some emotion. But I'm too scared to.

I ran behind the crate near Joey. He was standing there, defenceless against these people with guns.

Luckily they didn't know I was here.

My mind races back to an hour earlier...

One hour earlier.

We were sitting in the car, the lights down. He smiled at me.

"What?" I ask, blushing.

"You look beautiful, that's all," he says.

"Thank you, Joey," I smile.

"On a more serious note..." He says, and I pay attention as he continues. "I need to know something."

"What is it?" I ask.

"Say I'm in trouble, and someone had a gun pointing at me. I need to know if you'd take that bullet for me," he says.

"Yes. I would. Would you?" I ask.

"That'd be the first thing I'd do," he says, nodding.

Present time

The gun was pointed at Joey.

"You're over, Birlem," the masked figure says.

Joey looked over at me just as the man shot the gun. I gasped in horror as the bullet pierces through Joey's shirt, then his chest.

The masked man leaves quickly, and I race over to Joey.

Blood was seeping through his white shirt, and I felt my heart race as his slowed down.

This was when the tears came. My eyes were bawling out, crying into his chest as it rose and fell.

We made eye contact, and his hand gripped my arm softly.

"I always knew I'd take a bullet for you," he whispers, forcing me to cry harder as he continued.

"And I always knew you'd never take one for me."

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