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john paul jones - here, there and everywhere.

it was almost as if we purposely went to the small cafe at the same day, same time.

you were this intriguing fellow.  feathery light brown hair, pretty blue eyes, and cheekbones i could stare at forever.

i wanted to know who you were, but i was just too shy.

we caught each other's eye too many times to count by now.  my eyes met yours across the room in sync, both of us quick to shy away from our glances.

everytime i saw you there, you'd be writing something.  or something close to it. 

you'd be wearing this peasants blouse.  a white one to be exact.  flowy sleeves and two buttons undone. 

gosh, i really did stare at you too much for my liking.

maybe i'd be able to look at you from across a table, not across a room.

it took two weeks until we finally interacted.

i was in line, you weren't there.  it was odd, considering you were usually here on thursdays.  why?  i wouldn't know, but i was coincidentally there on thursdays too.

i ordered, soon moving to the side and waiting for my drink to be whipped up.

then, you walked in.  the bells chiming as you walked into the orange aroma of the cafe.

i glanced at you, as i have many times before, soon to look somewhere else.

you walked up to the counter, leaning against it.  you had to wait for the cashier to come back.

as you waited, you turned your head to mine.  your blue eyes meeting mine closer than they ever have before.

i was already somewhat looking at you, but when i noticed your attention was on me, i blushed.

you shyly smiled at me, your forearms still pressed against the counter.

i smiled back, sheepishly.

the cashier eventually came back, and you placed your order.

and oh god, your voice.

somewhat deep, but still light.  accent heavy, somewhat classy, but it was such a delight to listen to.

"name for that order?"  the cashier asked.

"john."  he nodded, soon walking to where i was.

he leaned against a pillar near the pick up area.  i noticed he was taller than me, but he also had black boots on.

he cleared his throat, causing me to turn towards him. 

"hello there."  he chuckled lightly, his hand reaching for his hair.

"hello..."  i spoke shyly.

"i believe we've seen each other here much more than once."

"yeah, we have."

there was an awkward silence.  mainly because i wasn't the best socializer, and i guess he wasn't either.

"you seemed interesting, so i kinda wanted to talk to you.  considering we seem to be here the same times as well."  he moved his hand to his bookbag, quick to fiddle with that.

"me too, i'm just shy."  i snickered.

"it's quite alright.  i am too, if you haven't noticed.  what's your name?"  he asked.

"y/n."  i offered my hand out to him.

to which he accepted, "john.  though, some call me jonesy." 

"jonesy?  why's that?"  i questioned.

"i go by john paul jones, my bandmates tend to call me jonesy.  since we have another john in the band."

"you're in a band?!  that's really cool...i- wow."  i stuttered.  i genuinely thought it was really cool.

"thank you... we're just playing around england, but we're going to denmark soon."

"i've always wanted to go to denmark.  you're lucky." 

suddenly, the cashier called out both of our names.

"y/n and john?"  she noticed us, nodding and strolling to the back.

we got our drinks, soon to continue our conversation.

"i mean, maybe if you're comfortable with it i could try seeing if jimmy would let you go with us."  he suggested.

"that'd be great!  you seem very trustable, i don't have any doubts."  i laughed softly, taking a sip of my drink.

"oh, thank you.  would you like to sit down?  talk more?  if you can, of course." 

"i've got all day."

he smiled at that, soon sitting at the table he always sat us.

and finally, our eyes were met together across a table.  becoming familiar and instant friends with each other, not wanting to leave each other.

not having to yearn for each other from across a room any longer.