Imagine... The Beatles

Glasses

John Imagine :||

You walked into the Eye Doctors, ready for your monthly check up. As you signed you in, you heard shouting and the sound of glass breaking.

"I DONT WANT TO WEAR THESE FUCKING GLASSES!"

You walk towards the commotion, only to be hit in the face with a hand. "OW!" you say, holding your nose. "Oh! I'm terrible sorry! Forgive me, love!"

You rub your nose, and feel a hand helping you up. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" you ask, squinting at the face. Your glasses are pressed to your face, and you gasp at the face.

"John Lennon?"

He nods, and smiles. "I don't really like wearing my glasses in public." he confessed. "I noticed." you say.

"I'm sorry about hitting your face... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Y/N."

"Ok. I'm sorry I hit your face, Y/N. I didn't mean to, honestly."

You nod your head, and smile. "It's okay. It happens all the time."

"Are you clumsy?"

"No! I'm not clumsy. The floors hate me, tables and chairs are bullies, and walls always get in my way. I'm not clumsy."

"Ha! Aren't you a bright bird?" John chuckled.

You smile, and John kisses your hand.

"Y/N?"

"Well, I must see the doctor now."

John hands you his phone number, and winks. "See ya, Y/N."

The End.
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