𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴)

❛❛chapter six: love song❜❜

❧October 31, 1957☙

"Tomorrow's Halloween," I said while picking at strings on my guitar.

John and I were sitting under a big oak tree, resting our backs on it. He was drawing in a notebook while I was strumming the guitar.

"Are you five? You seriously aren't goin' to dress up and go around trick or treatin'?"

I knocked on a door with my pale of candy. I was dressed up like a cowgirl, and John was a cowboy. Paul and George were going to join us later if they didn't bail. I couldn't get over how dumb John looked every time I looked at him. He had a straight face that showed how much he didn't want to be here while I was wheezing at him. I nearly collapsed from my own hysteria. 

He groaned, "Would you knock it off? These chaps are chafin' me ar-"

The door opened, and a kind old lady was behind it.

"Aren't you a bit old to be doin' this?" She asked, not so nicely.

John sighed, "That's what I sai-"

"Aren't you a bit old?" I bit back.

His eyes widened at my comment. He looked at me like I was crazy. The two started scolding me, but I noticed all the while John was stealing the candy, bit by bit. Then it clicked; I was a distraction. I let them insult me a bit till she noticed half of her candy was gone.

"Oi! What happened to me candy?" She said, looking at John.

He stuffed one in his mouth, "I don't know what you're talking about, miss."

I was trying so hard to hold back a laugh while he just kept stuffing them in his mouth as her face grew redder and redder. I didn't succeed and bursted out laughing. Unluckily for us, she had a newspaper on the table next to her door. She rolled it up and started to hit us with it until we started to run away. He and I were laughing like a couple of monsters. John coughed and stopped running. I turned to see him with his hands on his knees as he hacked up something.

"You alright?" I walked over to him.

He pointed to his now cleared throat, "Candy."

"Choked on it, did'ja?"

"Sod off." He pushed me lightly and started running again. 

I chased behind him, trying to catch up, but he slowed down for me.

"I think we have enough candy. Can we go 'ome?" He batted his eyelashes.

I shouted, "No! What about George and Paul? We need our little Elvis Presleys!"

"They are goin' to flake, trust me." He slowed down into a walk, as did I.

I thought for a second, tapping my chin with my finger. He put his hands together like he was pleading. 

"Fine, only because you'll be in a pissy mood. Ain't that right binhead?" I ruffled his hair.

For the first time in forever, he didn't have it slicked back because of our costumes. His hair was surprisingly soft and fluffy. I left my fingers in his hair for a bit too long, and a weird look grew on his face.

John pushed my fist off of his head, "Get your hand off me."

He squirmed around dramatically. I rolled my eyes at him, hiding a grin. Now I'm not saying this cause I like him in any shape or form like that, but he was quite dishy looking. In other words... attractive. His smile was very nice and warmed my heart. I'd wish he were ugly so I wouldn't have to worry about my heart stopping when he'd stare at me.