David Bowie Imagines (Requests Closed)

Imagine 5: School Pickup

Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

Okay, I need you imagine that David Bowie wasn't born in 1947. He is in his late twenties in this imagine and it's modern day. Just thought I'd let you know. ENJOY!

sarahlet2999

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I tapped my cowboy boot on the pavement in front of the college I attended. My parents were supposed to have been here thirty minutes ago to take me home for the weekend. They were NEVER late and I was getting worried.....okay....and a little mad.

In fact, I was about to call them when my phone blared out Cracked Actor by David Bowie, a very famous rock singer and.....my secret boyfriend. We have been dating secretly for nearly two years. I accepted his reason for the secrecy which were that he didn't want me in the public eye and pestered by media.

I flipped open my phone (yeah, so I'm a little old fashion) and gasped when I saw the caller ID. I then frowned and answered.

"Well, now, who is this caller whose name and face I seem to have forgotten?" I leaned against a light post.

"Hello to you too, Pet." Came the reply. I rolled my eyes.

"Where have you been this past two weeks, Hot Shot?" David and I didn't do those lovey dovey nicknames for each other. I disliked greatly being called 'baby', 'babe', 'honey', and the rest. David called me 'Pet' and I called him 'Hot Shot' because that's what he was.

"Touring isn't all fun and games, you know that." I sighed. I missed him while he was on tour. It was hard when he couldn't call me or text me or anything.

"I know. I missed you a lot. I even missed your ego." I heard him begin laughing.

"Well, then I know you truly missed me. Want to spend the weekend with me?" I would have given him my 'really' look but we were on the phone so I decided to tease him.

"Well..." I said playfully. "We'll have to ask my mom and dad... and, you know I must approve of everything we do..." He started laughing again.

"Understood, Pet." He chuckled for a moment. "Look to your right." My eyebrows knitted together and I looked. My jaw dropped. A beautiful duly pickup. I mean, beautiful.

"And, why am I looking at this white pickup?" I asked, confused. He laughed again.

"Remember when you called me a British city boy who didn't know anything about cars? Well, I know you aren't too fond of my sports car....so.... I bought a pickup. Like it?" My jaw dropped again.

"So, that's' you?" He chuckled.

"Yep, I'm looking right at you." I bit my lip from cursing a little.

"You're gettin' a piece of my mind when I get to you, Hot Shot." I ended the call and walked over to pickup. I knew he would have gotten out to open the door for me but he couldn't afford being seen. I opened the door and jumped into the seat.

"You're dead." I scowled at him. He chuckled and those pointed teeth nearly glowed.

"I love you too." He said as he turned the truck on and began to drive away from the college. Suddenly, I remembered my parents.

"What about Mom and Dad, they were supposed to pick me up!" He flashed another grin.

"I called them and told them I was picking you up. I just happened to be a little late. Sorry, Pet." He shot me the adorable puppy look.

"You can't pull that off, you know that right?" He laughed and his thin shoulders shook with the force of it. I soon cracked up and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"I love you, Hot Shot" I whispered before giving him a light kiss. Then, promptly began rubbing my mouth.

"You forgot your makeup." He frowned.

"Yeah, I did forget to take it off." He pulled over and set to work on at least his lipstick and cheeks. Once he was done, he said, "Now, you may kiss me without getting makeup all over you." He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, since we're stopped, may I bestow one of this kisses upon you?" I gave him an adorable look and he grinned.

"I have no objections. In fact, I think I need some of them, Pet." He turned to face me and took hold of my chin. I blushed a bit and leaned forward, while closing my eyes. His lips touched mine and I melted into them. They were soft and warm. I had missed them for the past two weeks. My arms wrapped around his neck and tangled in his short, dyed red hair to hold him closer.

His tongue quickly delve into my mouth and tangled with mine. I couldn't help but tug at his hair and run one hand down clothes chest. Before the kiss went too far, we pulled away. He respected my boundaries and I was grateful for it.

"Well, I hope that satisfied you for a while." I said with a smirk. He shook his head.

"Nope, only made me want more." I shot him a glare and he laughed as he started the car again and drove me to my house.