•Mötley Crüe Imagines•

"Dude, this seems risky" T.L

⚠️Language + drug use⚠️
A confusing genre but it has a young Tommy and a young Vince
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Sixteen-year-old Tommy Lee was definitely someone everyone wanted to be friends with. Everyone in school knew his name, and if they didn't, they definitely did once he got kicked out.

The same went for Zara Grace. The two teenagers were damn near identical, in not only looks but personality as well. They both have long black hair, and dazzling hazel eyes. They're both tall, although Tommy still towered over Zara. When it came down to personality, they both played in a band. Tommy on drums and Zara on guitar. They were both trouble makers, which led to them both getting kicked out of school.

How they wouldn't end up dead, or in jail, is beyond everyone who ever knew them.

The pair would party every chance they got, drinking and smoking their lives away. And it was truly uncommon to see them separated, they were almost always attached at the hip. Everyone would mistake them for either siblings or a couple, but they insisted they were just friends.

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"Chug! Chug! Chug!" The entire room chanted in unison. With both Tommy and Zara on their knees, and a whiskey bottle in one of their hands, they did as the room told them to.
Chug
A drink off. A fun pass time at a high school party. And it was actually a fair battle, both teenagers had a high drinking tolerance.

"Oh shit! Zara's catching up!" One of the boys yelled, a wide grin on his face. Everyone kept chanting and cheering them on, like they were the life of the party.

"Done!" Tommy choked out as he threw the glass bottle on the ground, making it shatter around his knees. Zara could of won if she didn't feel the need to throw up half way through.

"Nice work, drummer," Zara flashed a smile to her friend and gave him a pat on the back before stumbling back onto her feet. To help her support her body weight, one of her other friends kept his arm wrapped around Zara's waist.

A cute blonde, who happened to have some musical talent as well. Vincent, who everyone knew as 'Vince'. He could sing like a killer rockstar, and every girl in town swooned over him.

Tommy wouldn't consider Vince a friend, more like an acquaintance. Everyone thought they'd be best buddies, both being in a band and all, Rock Candy and Suite 19. But they simply had clashing personalities.

"You alright there, Zara?" Vince chuckled as he helped his friend walk to the kitchen before grabbing her a glass of water.

"I'm fine, Vinny. Don't you worry," Zara thankfully took the glass of water and sipped it, looking around for Tommy, who seemingly indulged himself into a girl's personal bubble, trying to chat her up.

"In that case," Vince leaned closer to Zara so he could whisper into the girls ear; "I have some cocaine, wanna do a line with me?"

"Are you stupid? Of course!" Zara finished off the rest of her water, took the seventeen-year-olds hand, and made their way up to the washroom.

Vince, even though still a teenager, was cocaine addicted. It helped get him by, day by day. And Zara was no stranger to the drug as well. But Tommy? He would freak if he seen his best mate snorting the toxin.

Vince and Zara found their way up to the small washroom, the only inconvenience was the lock didn't work. But in Vince's mind, it'll only take five seconds, then they'll split.

"Ready?" Vince had the two lines separated and a rolled up dollar bill between his fingers. Zara took the bill first, got down in position, and was about to inhale before the door swung open, nearly knocking her off her feet.

"Zara? Vincent!?" Tommy yelled as he made eye contact with the both of them; "what the fuck!"

"Let me explain-" Vince started, but what could he say? It was right there in front of Tommy. They were doing cocaine in the washroom of some random kids house.

"Shut up, Vince! I don't wanna hear it. Zara? We're leaving," Tommy yanked his friend out of the room and out of the house, tripping over his own feet a bit. It was dark out, and they guessed it was around 1 AM.

"Tommy! Let go!" Zara pulled herself free and gently rubbed where Tommy grabbed her. She could see the pain in his eyes, even though the only source of light was the full moon.

"I'm disappointed, Zara. I thought you were smarter than that," Tommy looked down at his friend; "and with that idiot? Come on,"

"I know, you have no idea how sorry I am. Sorry that I kept it from you, and sorry that you found out this way," Zara looked down at the ground in shame. She gently kicked some stones that were by her feet, thinking of what else she could say.

"I forgive you. I'll help you get better, I don't need my best friend ending up dead," Tommy sighed and pulled the girl in for a hug. She immediately reciprocated, closing her eyes as she let the comforting action take over.

"I love you, Tommy Lee," Zara hugged the drummer tighter, not wanting him to let go just yet.

"I love you too, Zara Grace,"