Johnny Depp Imagines

Mortdecai #2: Part 2

***You're still at the party with Charlie, when things take an unexpected turn.*************

After an hour of dancing, I was exhausted.
Collapsing in a chair, I took a long drink of ice cold water.

"You ok Y/N?" Asked Charlie, sitting next to me, grabbing a coke off the table.

"Yeah... you don't drink either?" I asked, looking at him with curiosity.

"Nah. I don't see the point of it." Said Charlie unscrewing the lid and taking a long drink.
"Why drink alcohol only to go and empty the contents of your stomach? It's ok for occasions I guess, but...nah. It's not for me." He finished, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"Hmm..." I answered.

After some silence, Charlie's face suddenly lit up with a grin.

"Hey, I got an idea." Said Charlie bouncing up, his coke spilling all over the floor. "Let's ditch this place and go somewhere else."

"Ok." I giggled, as he extended me his hand to take.

As I took his hand, he led me down the hallway and outside.

"Oh wow, is this your motorcycle?" I asked in awe, as the front door slammed behind us.

"Yep. She's a beauty ain't she?" He replied proudly, giving a pearly white smile.

"Yep, she sure is." I smiled.

Charlie's motorcycle was one of the most amazing, gorgeous vehicles I'd ever laid eyes on.
It was a silver one, with soft black padding and black handles.

"Alright hop on doll. Let's take her for a quick spin."
Sitting on the motorcycle, he pulled on his helmet and passed me one.
"Always wear a helmet. We don't want any accidents. I don't exactly fancy taking a busted nose and a broken arm back to England."

"England?"

"Yeah. You know, land of cigars, crumpets and toasted tea cakes. Really bad weather; always raining. Home of Queen Elizabeth the second.
'Jolly good show.' 'I say old boy.' 'Absolutely spiffing.' 'Tally ho.' 'Fancy a cuppa?" He joked, pretending to offer me a cup of tea.

"That's not how British people speak." I laughed.

"I know. I'm just taking the piss."
Charlie said grinning, changing his voice back to normal from an old fashioned English voice he had just done.

"So you're British?" I questioned, sitting on the cycle, jamming the helmet on my head.
Now Charlie had revealed that startling piece of information I wanted to know more.

"Yeah."

"What's England like? I've never been. I've always wanted to though."

"Well-"

But before Charlie could say anymore we were interrupted by the hottest (and meanest) girl in my year: Johanna.
Aka, my arch nemesis. I hadn't liked her since middle school, because she'd locked me in the bathroom and got me suspended once (almost twice) for something I didn't do.
But now she was in my class, well...it was quite frankly hell.

"Oh my god, is this your motorcycle?" Johanna giggled in her stupidly high pitched girly voice.

"Oh my god, can you shut the fuck up." I said imitating her voice as I clicked my helmet on.

Charlie laughed, but he quickly turned it into a coughing fit as Johanna came bouncing over in her ugly heels and revolting dress.

Thankfully, she didn't hear me, which was probably a good thing. I wouldn't have liked to be bashed over the head with her horribly expensive Burberry handbag.