R5 Imagines

Rocky and Emily

Rocky and Emily
Emily Dearest,
Thank you so so so so so much for your patience. I know you requested this imagine like 500 centuries ago but you were so kind about it even though it took me forever to write. Being sick and on a lot of medicine really messes up my writing flow, Gurl. Heheh hope you enjoy Xx

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Emily's POV
Okay. Lemme give you the details. I just got my driver's license and I had a slight death grip on the steering wheel.
"Aww...Gosh darn it!!! Stupid squirrel!" I screamed to the indescisive squirrel in the road. I was seriously gonna lose it if I hit this thing. I looked in my rearview mirror. There was a bright lime green Jeep behind me. Ugh. That meant I couldn't halt to a stop and let the squirrel cross the road. It all happened so quickly. A few seconds later, I found myself on the roadside crying over a dead squirrel. Apparently, the car behind me had pulled over. I held my breath hoping it wasn't some creep. I looked up and saw a guy with nice brown hair, cool shades, and a sweet smile. He was also very tall and seemed kind.
"Umm....hey..." He said kneeling beside me.
I wiped my eyes but then began crying hysterically. It was so awful and I felt like a murderous person.
"Hey...umm...are you okay?" The guy asked. He sat down next to me but I quickly jumped away.
"Stay away from me. Please. I don't want to hurt you." I sobbed.
Without any warning, the sky decided join in my tears and it immediately started to pour. Shaking, shivering, and sniffling; I paid my respects to the squirrel.
The guy was still standing next to me in the pouring rain. He stuck out his hand for me to shake. "Umm...I'm Rocky, by the way..."
"I know who you are, Rocky." I laughed slightly. "I'm sort of obsessed with a certain band whose name escapes me."
Rocky raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Shall I help you remember? It's one letter and one number."
I feigned a thoughtful face. "Hmm...better gimme time to think."
"Okay...well just in case, we should swap numbers so that we can chat later." He winked.
I giggled. "Sounds fair enough."
We exchanged phones so we put could our numbers in.

LATER THAT DAY

I was on my bed texting Rocky and still trying to "guess" the band name.

Me: Ooh. I know B7.
Rocky: nope
Me: Umm...G9
Rocky: nuh uh
Me: well I've tried everything...guess I'll never figure out the name of that stupid band hehehe
Rocky: maybe this'll help you remember...
Rocky sent me a picture of him doing a ridiculous pose by the R5 logo on the drum cover...not to mention he was shirtless and intentionally flexing his muscles. I stopped to let out a squeal before texting him back.
Me: Rocky. No. Stop.
Rocky: Stop what? Gosh. Sorry I can't help it if I'm adorable.
Me: Well you're not
Rocky: LIAR! Ouch.
Me: What I'm just stating the truth
Rocky: Well lemme state some truth...
Me: Oh dear....
Rocky: The truth is the moment I met you, I loved you. I loved your personality. I loved everything about you...in the most non-stalker way... I didn't wanna tell you over text but I just love the fact that you love animals and that you're so sweet, funny oh and drop dead gorgeous...heheheh well I gtg. My mom needs help with dinner <3

I was on Cloud 9 therefore I could not reply to Rocky's sweet text. I just sat on my bed and smiled like an idiot.

THE NEXT DAY

I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't kill anymore squirrels. I felt so proud of myself for skillfully maneuvering around potential roadkill as I traveled under the starry night sky. Out of nowhere, many huge animals came leaping and bounding into the street. I heard several thuds and immediately slammed on my breaks. Other cars slowly past me and I shamefully looked to see what damage I had caused. I gasped. Not one, not two but THREE deer lie lifeless and beat up in front of my dented car. One car chose not to go around me but instead, pulled up behind my car.
I heard a door open and close. "Good thing I'm your personal stalker." I heard Rocky's voice penetrate the night air.
"Rocky!!! Were you driving behind me?"
"Maybe..." He said. I could tell he was smirking even though I couldn't see him.
Within minutes, the mess was cleaned up and my car was towed off for repairs.
"Netflix and PopTarts?" He offered, kindly walking me to his car.
"Sure!" I agreed hopping in.
As we drove down the street (without killing anything else) I turned to Rocky. "I figured out what band you play in."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah...R5."
"Mhmm. Good guess. Our names kinda sorta somewhat help with the guessing process."
"Oh do they?" I snickered. "Well you all have fabulous names."
"Yeah...and well you better like the last name 'Lynch'..." He took my hand in his. "Because well I've got a feeling you might be a Lynch in the near future..."