80s Imagines

Joey Trotta • Toy Soldiers Part 1 (Request)

[Romance and action story.]

"Meghan! Now is not the time to sneak out!"

"I'm not staying cooped up in here! This isn't fair!"

"Guys!" Lindsey calls out. "Will you both just shut up! We're gonna get into trouble! It's not like the Dean is out there! It's terrorists! Do you know what that means? Guns! Murder! Death and-"

"I get it," you yell at them. "But, I wanna know if Joey's okay."

"Girl," Brittany says. "You're nuts. You're gonna be shot on the spot!"

"I'll be careful, I always am. I've snuck out plenty of time," you explain, heading to the window. It's dark out, making the escape easier for you.

Lindsey hands you a walkie-talkie. "Just, let us know if you're okay. We'll tell you if we see anything."

"Okay," you say. Lindsey and Brittany, your roommates in the Girl's Regis building, right next to the Boy's. A single wall separates both, that you've climbed over multiple times with your friends to visit some of the boys. Both your gang and their's would often cause trouble on campus, which is what the walkie-talkie's are for.

Unfortunately, things are different now.

Terrorists have taken over your school.

It sounds crazy, just thinking it, but it's true. The ring leader of the terrorists checks up on both the girl's and the boy's every hour, separately, during the day to count you. If one is missing, five kids are shot. Crazy, right? It's like you're in a movie. And now you are crazy enough to try to sneak into the boy's dorm just to see your boyfriend. For all you know, he is dead. The thought makes you shiver. Joey Trotta and you have been dating for months now and are like partners in crime, sneaking into each other's rooms and pranking the Dean.

You climb down a vine that crawls up your window. From up there, you can see everything you need to form a plan. You are surprised the Dean hasn't taken it down yet. You always use it to escape. When you first got to the school, it wasn't long enough and you had to go into other room's to get out. Now, it was.

At the bottom, you lean against the wall, making no sound. "Meghan? Meghan are you okay? Over," your walkie-talkie says.

"I'm fine. There is a guard at the front door of the boy's building. I'm going in through the back window with the cloth that's always under it. Wish me luck, over."

"Good luck. Over."

You're dressed in black pants and a shirt as you crawl on the ground, making your way to the wall and then crawling to the end, where there is a corner. You wait until the guards on the roof are turned away to climb and jump over it, landing on the ground. You run to the boy's building like lighting disappearing. You're surprised you've made it this far. There are guards everywhere. On the roofs, at the doors. It must be the black outfit.

Once leaning against the wall, you are about to make your way to the back when you hear someone ask, "Meghan?"

You see a figure standing in the distance, coming from the back. "Joey?"

"Yeah, it's me. Come over here."

You walk towards him and he hugs you when you reach him. "Oh, thank God. I was worried-"

"I know. Me too." He then looks into your eyes and kisses you. When he breaks away, you ask, "What about the others? Is Billy okay? Hank?"

"They're all fine. Ricardo got hit in the shin with a gun, but he's fine. We aren't in the same room anymore either. We're with two younglings."

"Really? We got put in the same room."

"I don't know what they're up to here. But, we all decided we're gonna find out. We have a plan."

"You do?"

"Yeah." Joey then goes on, explaining the plan they have to get information about the terrorists to outside resources. "I'm gonna draw as many of them as I can and their weapons. We're gonna do whatever we can to stop this. We don't need anyone getting hurt by those motherfuckers."

"That's a good plan. You're a great artist. Joey Picasso Trotta." That's true. One time, Joey even draw a portrait of you and gave it to you on your birthday. It was the sweetest thing. "Can I help you guys at all? There's gotta be something I can do."

"No," Joey says quickly. "I mean, I just don't want anything to happen."

"Joey, I'll be fine."

"You shouldn't of even come here. It's too dangerous. I was gonna come to you."

"Joey. That's sweet and all, but since when haven't you trusted me?"

"Since terrorists came into our school! Okay, it's not that I don't trust you, I just want to know you're safe in your dorm and not having a gun pointed at your forehead!"

"Well, I feel the same way about you!"

"Please, Meghan. Just, please play it safe until this is all over. I know you can be just like Billy sometimes. You love trouble, but this time it's too dangerous. This is life and death."

"Yeah, okay," you say, understanding. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He sighs. His single earring dangles in the air. "Come here," he says, taking you into his arms. His oversized T-Shirt feels like it's holding you away from everything bad. "Promise you'll play it safe?"

You nod. "Yeah, I promise. But, after this is over, I'm gonna play the ultimate prank on you, so you better watch your back."

He laughs, leaning against the brick wall. "We'll see..."

You sit together for a while until he says it's time to go, before you both get caught. "Here," you say, giving him your Walkie-Talkie. "We can communicate through these. Channel eighteen."

He nods. "Thank you."

He keeps watch as you go back over the wall and to your room. Lindsey and Brittany are right where you left them. "Oh, thank God! You're okay!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. So is everyone else."

They all breath a sigh of relief. "That's good."

"Guys," you tell them. "We have a lot of work to do."

(I'm doing this in parts again because I have enough ideas for this to be like a book, but shortened)