"John, be a good friend to me and come over," I said looking down at the magazines in front of me.
"I'm in the middle of writing a song in case you don't know," John said through the phone.
I sighed and said, "Look, it's not going to take an hour or something."
He paused for a moment and sighed.
"Fine."
I grinned and squealed with happiness. "You're the best!"
"I know, I know."
We then said our good byes and hung up.
I went to the kitchen and made a lemonade then checked on the cookies I was baking.
After 5 minutes, the cookies were finally ready. I grabbed my kitchen gloves and put out the tray. I smelled my masterpiece and sighed dreamily. I then transferred the cookies to a plate and put it on the table in front of the couch.
I stripped off my apron and gloves then went to the couch, and waited for John.
After 30 minutes or so, I heard a knock on the door. I put down the magazine I was reading and went to the door.
"Hi John!" I exclaimed.
"Hello."
He then got in and took off his jacket, and went to sit on the couch.
I studied him for a moment while he eats the cookie.
He became thin and his eyes were tired. I sighed as I remember The Beatles' break up.
"Are you just going to stand there and adore my existence, or what?" he said.
I snapped out of my thoughts and glared at him. He just smirked.
I sat beside him and took a cookie.
"How was the cookie by the way?" I asked.
"It's bloody delicious!" He exclaimed as he took another one.
I giggled and nodded.
"So, why am I here?" he asked.
"Oh, I just need your opinion," I muttered.
"Sure," he simply said.
I gulped and said, "What do you think is the best color for the kitchen, white or sky blue?"
John gaped at me as if I'm crazy.
"That's it?" he asked.
I nodded and bit my lip.
"So, I came here for this? Yoko was even trying her best to make me stay yet I still chose to leave! What the hell?" He exclaimed.
"Why should I care? Why can't you relax for a moment?" I said.
"How can I relax? Me and Yoko were in the middle of writing a damn song!"
My blood boiled with anger.
"John, don't make me angry!" I warned him.
He just rolled his eyes and said, "Oh yeah? Are you going to eat me?"
I stood up and said, "You know what John?"
He looked up at me, expressionless.
"I hate you!" I exclaimed.
His eyes suddenly widened with pain.
"I could have called Paul, George, or Ringo yet I chose you! Don't you want to be with me like before?"
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The Beatles Imagines
De TodoBecause I was inspired to make imagines, so why not? :) Simple one shots. This is my very first imagines. Soo don't be mean. I'm sorry. I take requests :) Btw some stories will come or inspired from songs.