A Collection of Imagines

Josh

AN: I suggest you listen to Promise Me by Badflower whilst reading this one. 

Can't Just Leave

I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. I should have gotten a ride out of here. I should have gotten a plane ticket. I should have gone home. Far away from here. Far from him. 

I'm actually surprised that she's still here. I half-expected her to scream in my face or make a huge scene on stage, but she stayed quiet. She's unpredictable like that. 

I mean how am I supposed to take this information. He's going away. Soon. And he didn't tell me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that. Fuck. 

She has tried to give me the least amount of eye contact throughout the whole show. She payed more attention to the rest of the band in order to not have contact with me. Her energy is still there, but its like, different. I guess its just usually directed at me. I never noticed that before. 

I tried so hard to ignore him, but he just kept looking at me. He kept trying to get my attention throughout the set. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of usual attention. He tried to grab me once, but I moved fast enough that he couldn't touch me. 

She wouldn't even let me touch her. Nothing frustrated me more. I look down at the set list and spot the song that I wrote for her coming up soon. Hopefully that sparks something up. 

The song ends and I'm already sweating bullets. I glance at him, but he's already revving up the next song. I look down at the set list in front of his mic and I literally yell out loud, "Fuck!" I knew no one could hear me because of the loud audience in front of me. I know have a little bit of disdain for this song because it has the opposite affect of what's happening now. He wrote 'Promise Me' explaining that my commitment issues were just that. Issues, and people work through there issues. But now, I will sing it for his issues. 

I start to rev up my guitar for the start of this song and I look over to see her staring at me. I don't take my eyes off of her as I start the song. 

"We're getting old now

But I don't feel it

I say you're beautiful

And I still mean it

And I don't wanna know

What old age feels like

So promise me you won't

Give up on this life"

He stares at me while he sings the first verse. I take my mic off of the stand and tilt the stand a little bit off of the base. I lean forward a bit, not letting the frown come off of my face. I sing with him during the pre-chorus and continue with him through the chorus. 

"And we'll be busy tryin'

While the rest of them are dyin'"

"Promise me we'll never grow up

I don't wanna let go

I wanna stay young

And even when the wrinkles show up

We'll be laughing, and

We can play forever, don't make me face the truth"

I don't keep my eyes off of her as we sing the rest of the chorus. Her emotions slightly betray her as she forms tears in her eyes. I'm an asshole for telling her now. I know that. And I'm fucked up for singing this song to her now. But she doesn't want to back down now. As she takes the next verse, she steps forward towards me.