smoke - lennon

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"John, you really should stop..." I told my friend, John.

"Quit nagging Y/N, I can do whatever I want, and you can't stop me." He took the half burnt cigarette out of his mouth and playfully stuck his tongue out at me.

I continue to walk down the dusty limestone path, towards a closed off grassy area. I jump the fence and watch as John does the same.

"Y/N, do you even know where we're going?" John asked.

"No, that's why it's such an adventure" I grinned and ran off into the long grass. I ran through the grass, each leaf tickling my legs as I go. I stop and lay in the long grass.

John ran over to me and lay down next to me. His cigarette still not finished. He took a puff and the smoke was blown into my face. I snatched it out of my hand, and threw it away.

"Y/N, are you serious? That was my last one." He groaned.

"You don't need it, John. You shouldn't be smoking anyways, it's terrible for you." I mocked him, and stuck my tongue out at him.

I lay there watching the sky, making shapes out of the clouds. I didn't realise John had been watching me the whole time. I turned my head to see him smiling at me.

"What?" I asked him, laughing at him.

"You're beautiful, Y/N." he said as he reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

And that is when I realised I was in love with John Lennon.

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Aw I love this it's so cute

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