austin mahone imagines

leather jackets and cars

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"Oh Daddy, I don't want to spend all day in this stupid office!"
"You won't be spending all day here...you'll be spending all summer here."
You groaned. Your father thought that instead of letting you spend your summer on beaches, by pool sides, with your friends, you should be in the police station. You'll be sorting out his paperwork, transferring calls to his office, and taking down notes/messages for him. You thought it was the dullest thing in the world. Just because your father was a police captain did not mean you should throw away your whole summer.
He led you through the crowded office room to a desk beside his door. "You'll sit here and work," he said, "Answering calls, taking down messages, and speaking with very important officials in town. This will be a very important lesson for you, Y/N."
"An important lesson in what, Dad?" you asked, sitting behind the desk.
"An important lesson in what happens to people when they commit crimes," he gestured to the multiple desks nearby. You saw officers sitting down with unsavory-looking people handcuffed to their chairs. You could spot people sitting in the holding cells nearest you, eying you in your boat-neck sweater tucked into your burgundy skirt. "If you keep keepin' on with this behavior of yours, you're gonna end up like one of those hoodlums."
"Daddy, just because I was smoking under the bleachers doesn't mean I'm going to live a life of crime," you said. "You're such a square!"
"I may be a square, but I am your father and I don't want you to start throwing your life away just because you want to be cool," He said. "First it's your grades, then it's staying out after your curfew, and now it's cigarettes!"
"But you smoke too, Daddy."
"That's because I'm an adult," he said. He moved to his office, "Start sorting out those files on your desk. I'll come back to check on your at lunch time...and wipe that lipstick off! There's no red-lips allowed in the office, I told you!"
You didn't listen. As you began shifting through the various reports, you understood your father's concern completely, though found it completely unnecessary. If he bothered listening, he'd know your grades did not drop. Only the math class did, because Mrs. Burbage is a heinous bitch who confuses people on purpose. You stayed out past curfew because traffic held you up. You also smoked cigarettes on occasion; not all the time like he did. You did not get why he could not trust you. It's as if you living your own life scared him. His little girl was making her own decisions, and they were decisions he didn't agree with.
So, instead of conforming and trying to understand, he simply punished you.
You sorted out a lot of the messy paperwork your father handed you, and filed them in the correct cabinets. You made coffee for him, you set up meetings with town officials, and were glanced at by officers and offenders alike. You were the new girl; they'd grow tired of you eventually. Your day remained in a dull state before they were wrestled in.
"Hey, hey, hey! Watch the hair!" a brunette boy in a leather jacket said.
"Hands off the jacket!" Another dark-haired one said, struggling out of an officer's grip.
Four boys wearing black leather jackets, jeans and sneakers walked into the precinct. You recognized the logos on the backs of their jackets: the letter "F" with the number "4" right after it. You'd seen certain buildings tagged with such a logo on them around the seedier parts of town. The foolish four. You'd heard they were quite a rowdy group; they caused trouble on occasion like the other motorcycle gangs in town. These boys were young though; still school age, you can't think of them doing anything particularly wrong. They were lead to a holding cell closest to you.
"Oh sweetheart!" The brunette groaned, "You are beautiful!" You blushed, looking away from him. "You don't have to be shy, baby!"
"Get in 'ere, ya punk!" the policeman holding him said as he shoved him into the small cell. "We're gonna ring all ya folks first, and then start laying out charges. In the meantime, we're gonna thumb ya and put ya all on the books!."
"Thumb me? Dick, that's a little inappropriate, don't you think?" The lightest color haired one smirked. "What kind of police station is this?"
"Aargh! Ya lucky we ain't doin' cavity searches!" he slammed his baton on the bars to make him jump back. The police officer walked over to you, his demeanor suddenly changing. "I hate to do this to ya on ya first day, hun," he began, "But somebody's gotta get these boys checked in. Wallace will help ya out so the boys don't, uh, you know do anything inappropriate towards ya."
"No problem, Richard," You smiled.
"Thanks, sweetie." He explained the booking system to you, which was basically taking down information about each boy to have on file, and then charges could be made by police. "Wally, start bringin' 'em over 'ere one at a time!"
Wallace, another office, brought over the dark-haired boy-Alex, you learned-, smiled and flirted through his whole interview. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't charming. The barely-any-hair boy-Robert- came up next. Much buffer than the others, he flexed for you slightly as he stood there in front of you and made a suggestive comment or two. The light haired one-Zach- tried to be flirty, though only ended up getting whacked by Wallace when his eyes fell to your cleavage.
The last one was the brunette boy. He came up to you quite smoothly without a fuss. His broad shoulders, long legs, and tall hair made him stand out from the rest of his gang. You tried not staring at his face for too long in fear your attraction might be given away.
"Name?" you asked.
"How about you put down 'Man of Your Dreams'?" he grinned.
You laughed, but Wallace clotted him, "Watch who you're talking to, kid. That's the captain's daughter."
He beamed, "Psh, even more reason to be so nice and friendly. What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Y/N," you replied. You then moved down the page, "Date of Birth?"
"April 4th, 1996," he said.
"Height?"
"You mean vertically or horizontally?" he winked, smirking down at you.
You blushed a deep red, but this comment only got him hit by Wallace again. You went through the whole interview with his flirtations and suggestions, which resulted in him being hit again. You swore he'd have brain damage before the end of it. When Wallace took him back to the cell, you were charged with taking the files back to Richard's desk. You walked by their cell, getting the usual hoots and hollers from them.
Austin, though, simply glanced at you. You felt his eyes follow you around the office, though whenever you turned to him, he was focused on something else. Perhaps it is your head playing games with you. Also, you knew your father would never approve of a boy like him. Though, when he winked at you from across the room, you couldn't stop yourself from blushing.
"You're cute when you blush like that," he said, angling his head at edge of the cell which was a few feet from you. "Perhaps I should come around here more often and make you blush like that all the time."
"Then I wouldn't have to bother putting blush on in the morning."
"But you should keep on those red lips of yours," he smiled. "They look...really good on you."
You giggled, "You think so? My dad thinks it makes me look like a floosy."
"I don't think so," he said. "They bring out the shape of your lips, and makes them look very tempting."
"Tempting for what, exactly?" You asked.
"Kissing. Slowly. Softly," he grinned. "I wouldn't mind having that smeared all over me if it meant I could kiss you."
You blushed a deep red, "Oh my..."
"How about you and I go out tonight? There's a movie playing at the drive in. We can go in my car," he said. "If you want."
You considered his offer. "I suppose I could," you shrugged. "I don't see why not." You knew why not. Dad would kill you for talking to him, let alone riding around in a car with him at night. He'll probably try to cop a feel or make out with you, but you felt he wouldn't try too hard. Plus, it would be a relief to go out with somebody new.
"Perfect," he smiled. "Sounds like a date."
"Mahone! Your folks are here!" An officer called as he unlocked the cell.
"See you tonight, gorgeous," he smiled.
Your father certainly won't be happy about this.

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