Lucy In The Sky

Good Night

JOHN'S POV

Lucy found the drawing I did of her, oh shit. I swear I didn't pick that up when I left!?

"Lucy, I... I didn't realise I had that with me. You weren't meant to see. You don't think I'm a fuckin' creep now, do ye?" I asked. 

She's gonna think I'm a right stalker, fucking great move John, you absolute dickwad! She didn't say much, she just kinda stared at the paper and smiled. Fuck, I could just kiss her right now. Those rosy, tender lips, so damn kissable. Her silky, thick hair... I could just run my fingers through it right now. Her soft, sun-kissed cheeks, I wish I could caress them. Oh and her breast-

"John..."

LUCYS POV

 "...Is this me?" I asked, signalling towards the drawing. He nodded shamefully. 

"I don't think you're a stalker, by the way" I paused and giggled. "You've made me look so... beautiful. It's amazing." I said, locking eye contact with him. 

I could stare into his eyes all day, get lost in their brown wilderness. There's so much I still didn't know about John, and that mysteriousness made me feel very attracted towards him, but when I looked into his eyes, it's like we both knew everything about each other. We'd see one another's hidden, true emotions. 

And with that thought, John stood up and reached over the small coffee table separating us, grabbed my hands, leant forwards and kissed me. 

His lips were cold and moist at first, he was a very passionate kisser and I was very passionate back. He never let go of my hands, and he rubbed his fingers across my palms,

The kiss seemed to last forever (and I wish it did last forever!), but in reality it was only about 30 seconds long. It's like my brain put everything on mute, all I could hear was our lips press together and my heart beat inside my brain. Instead of being overwhelmed by the strong scent of coffee I was being infatuated by the aroma of Johns aftershave. A tingling sensation rushed through my entire body and I suddenly felt as light as a feather. It was the most wonderful first kiss.

He pulled away and sat back down in his chair. Ugh, why did he have to pull away, I don't care if people watch us! That kiss was phenomenal! 

"I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." he said, as he could see I was clearly very shocked by his gesture. 

"I - I - It's okay, I, ur, it was good." I finally spat out. My tummy still felt upside down and my brain still couldn't comprehend what just happened. It must have been strange for John to have seen me react in such a manner, most girls just fall at his feet and can be a bit of a tart, whereas I was taken back with his kiss, shocked, I wanted more but didn't make it obvious. 

"I'm so sorry, I can take ye home if ye want?" he asked, looking down, disappointed in himself.

"John, seriously. I liked it!" I muttered, blushing. "You don't have to take me home just yet! Please, don't worry I want to stay here with you." 

"I can do it again some time yanno... if you er, want me too." John stuttered. Suddenly he came across very nervous, which is strange because he's always so confident and bold. So I decided to pick up my chair and shuffle it around the table, so instead of sitting opposite him I was sat next to him

"I'd like that!" I smiled, looking him in the eyes. His face lit up. "Tell me then, about what you write and, urm, draw." It was then that I felt Johns arm wrap around the back of my chair, he leaned back in his seat and smiled. 

"Well, Lucy, I don't really know what made me write, like, I guess it was just to express me feelings after I got angry or sad or somethin', I especially started to write more after I started hearin' Elvis n Chuck Berry songs around. Yanno, me mam liked music 'n' stuff like that too, rock 'n' roll, she taught me to play banjo and I tried teachin' meself guitar, but I ain't any good, nothin' compared to other people, like. I love the song lyrics, I find 'em fascinating, so I s'pose I tried copying what they did. Drawing though, that's always been me thing. Ever since I was a little kid I've always had a big imagination, I like to express me thoughts on paper, whether that is through drawing or writing! I've got lots of poems and drawings like these, yanno."