classic rock imagines

Tommy Lee

requested by and dedicated to rock-n-roll-soul

~ Youth Gone Wild  ~

"Mom, I'm 18! Why can't I just go out once? I can make my own decisions!"

"You can't while you're still living under my roof!"

"That's not fair! First it was that I'd have my freedom when I turned 16, then 18, and now I can't have it until I move out?"

"Yes! Maybe if you were smart enough to make good choices, I could trust you with your own freedom. But you're not! The fact that you're still messing around with that Tommy boy just shows it!"

"It's not like we're a thing, and there's nothing wrong with him, Mom! You're just being judgemental, you've never even been around him for more than ten minutes."

"I don't need to, nor do I want to. I know his type. Rocker-- he'll have you doing drugs with him in no time."

"That's not true. You are so narrow-minded, I can't even believe this! Nor the fact that this is all coming from you, who had me when you were 19!"

"Oh, you are so-- get out. Just leave, get out of my sight! Now! And don't fucking come back until you can get your act together!"

"Then I guess I'm not coming back!" I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me so hard that I could hear the window panes rattling as I stalked off.

How dare she? Why did she have to judge my friend without even getting to know him? Tommy was a lot of fun and very sweet-- he could be a little reckless, but that didn't make him a bad person.

Well, I had chosen the wrong day to get on my mother's bad side. I realized that when a drop of rain landed on my nose, leading to a pelting storm with me still out on the street. Now what?

Would I be allowed to come back home? Did I even want to? The answer to that was a sour not really. But if it kept on like this I might not have a choice. Then again, I might be willing to trade a smidge of my health for my freedom.

It started to rain even harder. I didn't think it was possible for rain to actually hurt, but the stinging all over my body proved me wrong. Now I had to find shelter-- wandering the streets at night wasn't a good idea anyway.

A shop's light was shining dimly over a spot that seemed to be getting no rain, thanks to a small section of the roof right above it. I scurried under it, pushing my wet hair away from my face and wringing the end of my shirt. I was grateful I wasn't wearing jeans, or I wouldn't have been able to move my legs.

I sat on the ground, which was a bit wet, but it wasn't like that mattered. Where was I supposed to go now? The rain was so heavy I couldn't see further than five feet in front of me. It looked like I was going to have to wait out the storm.

I sat there for what was probably only ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Just when I was thinking that I might as well try to fall asleep, a person splashed through the puddles toward me.

"Hey, do you mind scooting over a little? I kinda wanna sit."

I looked up. "Tommy?"

His usually poofy hair was soaked and flat against his head. He didn't looked too bothered about being out and about in the storm, though. As I studied his face, he blinked twice and leaned a little closer.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" He sat down once I'd moved a little.

I groaned. "My mom kicked me out."