Band imagines (request closed)

Lonny Eagleton

🎵 I'll have a blue Christmas without you🎵

"Stop playing that stupid song" yes, I am shouting at my car radio. Of course there is nothing wrong with this song, it just really hits my feelings spot on. This Christmas is the first that I'm spending alone. My parents have disowned me because of their dislike for my job, lifestyle and my boyfriend, Lonny. He is the base guitarists for a band and this is the first time since we met, that he will be on tour and not with me. The most wonderful time of the year? I think not!

I finnaly get home after work and a hectic stop at the crowded grocery store. I guess that's one good thing about being alone, no one is here to complain about me being vegetarian and not eating mom's ham or to judge me for the enormous amount of junk food and chocolate that I plan to gorge on for dinner.

I put everything away before changing into my Christmas light pajama pants and one of Lonny's hoodies. I then grab my snacks and get comfortable on the couch, switching on the TV. A few hours pass of me mindlessly eating and watching Christmas movies, wishing Lonny was here to joke about them with me. A guitar rift blares through the speaker of my phone and a smile finds it's way on my face as I read my boyfriend's text.

GuitarGod: hey babe. R u awake?

6E.GRL: no. I'm texting In my sleep

GuitarGod: haha. I rly miss u

6E.GRL: I miss u 2. It's 2 quiet here

GuitarGod: ik. I'm sry

The conversation went like this this for another half hour until we had to say goodbye. It was too soon for my liking, but he had to get dolled up for his fans. I glance at the TV quickly, before shutting it off and heading to bed.

I am suddenly startled awake by the loud noise of a guitar. I sit up straight and notice that it's still dark. My phone reads 1am and no missed calls or messages. So what was that noise? That's when I hear it again, coming from down the hall. I rush to the living room and smile at the sight before me. Lonny is sitting cross-legged beside the tree with his guitar in his lap. He places the instrument aside as I plunge into his lap, where he is quick to pull me close and shower me with kisses. " oh my god. You're here...how?" I ask between pecks. " I may have stowed away with Santa" he answers,smiling. I pull away slightly, only to punch him lightly in the shoulder. " oww! What...?" I cut him off, " that's for the rude awakening, you scared the shit out of me" I explained, causing a chuckle to erupt from his chest, " well, you said it was too quiet " he responds, bringing a laugh from me as well.

He then turns toward the tree, picking up a light blue box, holding it in front of me. " merry Christmas, doll " I smile at him, recognizing the logo and the delicious aroma. He opens the box, revealing two large Cinnabons, his smile never fades from his face, as I lean in and peck his lips again. I quickly grab the box, slide off his lap and cross the room to the couch. " hey, one of those are mine" he whines, moving to sit beside me. We sit in silence, simply eating and enjoying each other's company. Then, I ask the question that I don't really want an answer to.

" when do you leave?" I ask, sadly, gazing into his dreamy eyes. " early tomorrow. Just enough time to see you off to work" he states, his words bring tears to my eyes. " hey now, no crying" he adds, pulling me into a hug. When he lets go, he walks to his guitar case, getting something from inside it. When he returns, I am handed another box. " this is your actual present". Inside is a new Black Veil Brides T-shirt, with his face joining the other members. As I unfold it, something falls into my lap. I look down to see a lanyard, with a tag that reads "special pass" on it.

" you still have two weeks off in January, right? " I nod " uh, huh" I answer. " well then, you're joining me on tour" he says with a proud smirk on his face. " if I'm still into you, next year" I tease, shoving him over on his side, before running to the room.

" hey ,get back here, you naughty little elf!"

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Merry Christmas, my lovelies!