ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ ⇒ 𝕁𝕆ℍℕ 𝕃𝔼ℕℕ𝕆ℕ

⋄ ⅩⅬⅤⅠⅠⅠ ⋄

❝𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑-𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖌𝖚𝖞𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘... 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖊𝖌𝖌, 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖌𝖌 𝖎𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖟𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖓,❞

❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊. 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘. 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖌 𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐,❞

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| January 5th, 1965 |

John's POV

When George had left the house, John rushed into the kitchen, hastily picking up the phone and dialing Charlotte's landline. He lifted the phone to his ear and waited for someone to pick up.

"Isabel Montanez speaking," Her voice rang through.

"Isabel, can I talk to Carlotta, it's an emergency," He spoke quickly, curling the wire connecting the phone to the wall around his index finger impatiently.

"Of course, one moment," Isabel didn't need to hear his name to recognize it was John, so after a few moments, Charlotte's voice was on the line.

"Hey, John, what's wrong?"

"Carlotta, George just told me that there's an eighty-five percent chance that you could get pregnant,"

"Oh no..." Charlotte muttered. "Did you tell him?!"

"I didn't tell him it was you I shagged, I said it was just some random bird," He reassured her.

"And since I didn't pull out, that percentage get's higher," John freaked out, hearing the words coming out of his mouth.

"What are we gonna do?"

"I have no idea," He contemplated. "Is it too early for a pregnancy test?"

"John, I have never been in this situation before, so I wouldn't have an idea," Charlotte stressed. "I'll just pick one up and take it in a week,"

"Okay, call me before ya take it because I wanna be there with ya to see the results," John picked at his cuticles."

"John? Is everything okay?" Cynthia appeared behind the man, causing him to flinch.

"Yeah, everythin's fine, I was just curious what my blood type was, so I got my blood drawn and I wanna be there to see the results," He came up with the false explanation off the top of his head.

"Don't you already know? It's 'O' negative," She reminded him.

"Oh, well, I forgot," John chuckled nervously, then put the phone back to his ear. "I'll come over next week, okay?"

"Okay," Charlotte confirmed, hanging up the phone.

He set the phone down onto the wall and ignored Cynthia's concerned expression as he took hold of the guitars in his hands and traveled back upstairs to put them away. John decided to stay in his bedroom, lying down on the bed and thinking of the situation he put himself in.