Julie and the Phantoms imagines and prefrences

Josslyn [luke X reader]

WARNINGS:swear words

I was so tired of this bulshit.

I ran out of Dylans house and went to my car.

"Y/N! Y/n come on please!" He yelled as I slammed my door. He walked up to the window and I took one last look at him.

His hair was mussed, and his shirt was buttoned wrong. He was sweating and smelled like her perfume.

I scoffed, flicked him off, and drove to Alex's house.

I knock on the door and alex answers.

"He- what happened?"

"I dont feel like talking about it. Just tell me something. Anything."

"Bobby got a girlfriend."

"That'll last all of 3 days. Wheres your bottle opener?" I say, reaching into the fridge for a Coke.

"Second drawer on your left." I grabbed the bottle opener and popped the bottle open. I take a sip of the cool drink and sit on the couch. Alex sits next to me and lays his head on my shoulder.

"Where are your parents?" I ask him.

"They went to a wedding of some distant relative."

"Good for you. You get a break from the never ending guilt trips."

"Yep. Feels good not to dread walking through the front door."

"You know you can always stay with me and mom right? She loves you."

"I know. I might at some point I just-Im just hoping that maybe they will change their minds about me."

"People dont change." I say.

"Well I think they can."

"And that's what's so great about you. You always trust someone until they give you reason not to."

"Just easier."

"I guess so."

We fall asleep on the couch.

We wake up the next morning and I head to band practice.

"Hey Rose." I say, flopping down on her couch.

"Hey hun. You okay?"

"Dylan."

"Bastard."

"You dont even know what he did yet." I laugh.

"Dont need to. But I'm hoping itll make a great song."

"Definitely." I smile.

We get to writing and by the end if the day we have a pretty great song.

"So when are we performing it?" Rose asks me.

"I was thinking at that new club friday? Hes definitely going to that. Especially if he know we're performing there." I say.

We talk for a bit before I leave the house and go home.

I sat backstage, I looked to see Dylan in the crowd.

I feel a tap on my shoulder to see yasmin.

"Hey, um can we talk?"

"Sure." I say. I'm not mad at her. I'm mad at him. She had no way of knowing we had something going on.

"I just wanted to say sorry."

"Its fine, you didnt know. Hes just a jerk is all."

"And I bet hes gonna have hell to pay tonight."