"Hey, you all right Rose? You've been kinda out of it since you've been home," Clark says. He places his hand on my thigh and rubs soothing circles into my skin.
"Clark, do you know somebody named John?"
He frowns. "There are a lot of people named John, Rosie."
Oh yeah. "Uh...brown hair, dark eyes? Taller than me," I'm five foot five "but probably the same height or a little shorter than you."
"John Lennon?"
"Maybe. I don't know his last name."
Clark frowns.
"Well, if it is John Lennon...you want to stay as far away from him as you can."
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His Name Is John (John Lennon) (COMPLETE)
Fanfiction"Oops, pardon me." I look up at the man I accidentally bump into. He's carrying stacks of groceries, all by himself. He's lucky he didn't drop everything. I recognize him from around town, but I really only know one thing about him. His name is John...
