The right generation || imagines 80s/90s

Jim Carroll

Me, y/n  y/l/n, wasn't the type to care about anyone except my family. Too much people broke me, let me down and acted like I was shit. People acted like they knew me but I just let them know what I want them to know. I didn't care about anyone until I met him..Jim.

I was in my little appartement, which I had rented to wait the moment my house would be ready, because it was under construction. I wasn't much there since I would hang out at my sister's house, Bella. She was 24, older than me by 7 years. She offered me multiple times to stay with her at her penthouse but I didn't want to invade her space and I wanted to do stuff by myself. I graduated earlier high school because I skipped a grade. I decided to wait until I had 18 to go to college, I needed a break from school.

I heard suddenly crying and yelling and it triggered me so I overheard, without opening the door. It sounded like a boy crying, begging his mother to give him money. I open a little the door to have a peek of the scene.

 There was a boy, looking around my age, crying on the floor. I could see that his mother called the police. I didn't think he did something bad and I wanted to help him. I went in the hallway, took his arm and dragged him in my appartement.

I closed the door and put my hand over his mouth to not make him say anything. I would rather say that our bodies were pretty closed from each other and I didn't feel not a bit uncomfortable. We heard the police arguing with the lady because the boy « wasn't here » and thought she faked it. I took the time to observe this mysterious guy. His eyes were red and swollen from the crying, but had the most beautiful ocean eyes I've ever seen. He had dirty blonde hair, was pretty tall and slim. I could smell the drugs on him.

So he does drugs huh...I thought to myself.

We heard the police go away and I release my grip on his mouth. 

-''Thank you''

-''No problem! What's your name?''

-''Carroll, Jim Carroll and you have a name pretty lady?''

By now I was blushing madly. He was pretty charming and I like it. I told him my name and prepared him some tea. He told me his story and I was shocked. Just because of drugs, his life was horrible. The only thing left that was good for him was basketball, as he told me.I told him about myself too. For the whole night, we would talk, laughed and we kind of fall asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning 

I woke up earlier and decided to make breakfast for me and Jim. I try to not make too much noise but I end up waking him up. '' Good morning sleepyhead'' I said. Good morning gorgeous'' he said, making me blush. He sure did noticed and he chuckled. He stood behind me, his arms around my waist and his head resting on mine.

-''You know people usually let me down like my mama did but I'm glad you did not y/n'' he said. It was good to know someone who was like you, who could understand. 

-''I, surely would not let you down. You are a good person Jim and that's why I will help you.''

-'' Why do you mean?'' he said paying attention.

-'' I don't want to lose you and I want to help you. I know you lived with your mom before  and now she kicked you out. You have nowhere to go so why not live with me?'' I said with a voice full of hope. He nodded, giving me a hug. I pulled away, but still in his arms and looked straight in his eyes. Then his face approached mine and our lips were inches away from each other. He was about to kiss me but I turned my head to the side, making sure the pancakes wouldn't burn.

Instead of kissing my lips, he ended up kissing the corner of my mouth. I started to laugh because I did that on purpose. Him, obviously embarrassed, scratch the back of his neck. 

-''Chill out it's okay,'' I said, finally pulling him into a kiss.

At the end, Jim stopped doing drugs and we lived together in our new house. 

Wtf I was too lazy to even explained everything so I did the big lines lol