dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #12: your the inspiration-j.l ⚡️

1956
His poems 📝

You thought you didn't like John Lennon, you thought you only liked his poetic work of sense that seemed to have been very tucked behind his brain.

"Wow.....that's a good line John..." you whispered as you hovered over his work with your tush in the air. John was in his desk, watching you read his poems.

Boys behind you kept trying to look over your shoulder to read his work that seemed to have caused a click of curiosity just because you, the pretty girl admired it very much.

And John would look over you, neck craned to grit his teeth together at the boys and seemed to growl like a protective dog over its bone.

John went back to looking at you, you completely engulfed in the lovely writing.

"Wow John. This one is really good.." you said softly as you trailed your index finger from the margin to the last word of the page.

And John saw your smaller hand and he had the feeling within him to grasp for it. So, he did.

You were quite a taken back but you let him carry on to what he was going to say.

He began to speak with a genuine smile. "Y/N....you do realize your the only one I let read my work?"

Your cheeks tinted crimson, your ears as well.

You cleared your throat and responded. "No...I didn't realize that.."

"Your the inspiration really." John then realized that maybe he was being a bit too touchy, a bit too soon.

So he released your hand and shook his head, now beginning to just speak normally without a dreamy gaze he had before.

"You really are a special bird to like my writing though."

"Well your writing is very well I believe. It's a good thing you use a guitar and all. Music is in fact poetry." You shared.

He smiled his cute little smile as he leaned back in his chair, stuffing his hands in his pockets and just enjoying every inch of you.

From your eyebrows to your knees to your feet. And you noticed this and felt a bit self conscious, so you hid behind your arms that covered around your waist.

John cackled. "What love, why did you cover up beauty?"

John would give your flirtatious comments here and there but not very often and they would be little cute sayings. He was never straight forward and solid with the flirty words.

"John why are you being weird?" You asked, eyes furrowed together. He noticed the little spice of puzzlement on your delicate face and all he could think about was not driving you away. So he shook his head and sat back up.

"Oh Y/N.....I'm just tryna take you out or something...."

"Why?"

"Come off of it Y/N." John snapped. "Isn't it clear I fancy ya?" John stared into your eyes before pulling out one of his binders. He placed it on the desk and yanked out several papers, the same ones you saw couple of weeks back.