Band imagines (request closed)

Christian Coma

I slam my bedroom door shut and throw myself on my bed, soaking my pillow in tears. My parents were yelling at me yet again, this time over my boyfriend, CC. They wanted me to breakup with him, because they say he is a bad influence because he is older and in a rock band. Why can't they understand that I love him and accept that he loves me too.

They also blame him for the fact that I don't want to go to Havard and become a lawyer like both of them are, instead, I want to be a photographer and travel the world with CC and his band.

I dry my tears and call him...I really need to hear his voice.

It barely rings one time before he answers.

" hey,babe. What's up?" 

" they're at it again"  

" your parents?"

" yeah, they want me to break up with you "

" but your not right" 

" of course not. I just need a distraction, can you come over"

" yeah, I'll be there in ten"

I lock my bedroom door and open the window for him to enter, and he arrives within minutes. In an instant he is hugging me and wiping away my tears.

" please don't cry, I hate it when you cry" he states, while walking into my closet. He emerges with my duffle bag and two arms full of clothes, shoes and other necessary items.

" what are you doing?"

" baking cookies, what's it look like?"

" okay smartass, why are you packing my shit" I ask through my laughter. He always know how to make me feel better.

" I'm kidnapping you"

" what?" 

The boys are down the road in the bus, your coming on tour with us. Oh and don't forget your camera"

" are you kidding me" I ask while jumping up to hug him

" wait, what about my parents"

" they can't stop us from our freedom, baby" " no matter how hard they try, they will never keep me away from you."

He places a kiss on my forehead, then zips up my bag, before tossing it out my window, then jumping down afterward. I then toss him my camera bag.

" honey, who are you talking to" I hear my mom ask through the door. I then hear the door handle jiggle as I climb out my window and leap down into the arms of my rebel drummer.