My hand flies up to my mouth and I gawk at him.
"I-I—" I don't even know what to say. I stare at him, wide eyed.
"I know it's too fast," he whispers.
"J-John...I c-can't...Clark, he—" my voice breaks in a sob and I look away from him.
"Rosie," he lifts my chin up with a finger and places a soft, sweet kiss on the corner of my lips. "It's okay."
"It's not—"
"But it is, Rose. I will wait for you."
SO ONE OF MY FRIENDS WROTE ME A BUDDY IMAGINE
AND NOW MY OTHER FRIEND IS WRITING ME A DIRTY GEORGE IMAGINE
I FEEL SO HONORED
WHAT'D I DO TO DESERVE THIS
I'm gonna go die now brb
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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...
