him ☾ john lennon

cinq

The teens groaned as they were told they'd have to walk up a new flight of stairs.

They were visiting a museum due to Ms. Milton's connections with the district art program's director.

John watched in disgust at all of the artist wannabes looking at the paintings as if they were God.

Aurora thought they were so cool, elite, even. They were poised and very calm about everything. She admired their way of seeing the works as they were, but to Aurora, the paintings were just blobs of ink splattered onto a canvas.

She was so out of place.

She slipped away from the crowd and sat near a butterfly art collection, scratching the chipped nail polish from her fingers. Her eyes were grazing over the paintings when they met with a pair of beautiful eyes. She blushed and quickly looked down.

"God, what happened to this art piece?"

Aurora looked up to John looking down at her in amusement, "It's all starry eyed." He waved his hand in front of her face.

"Shut up, Lennon." She muttered, looking behind him. The guy was staring back at her again.

"What ya looking at?" John chirped, looking around when he spotted the boy Aurora was having a staring contest with. "Woah, woah. You're checking out a person? With all this fine art in the room?" He snickered.

"Oh, he is the fine art." Aurora muttered, quickly realizing that she said that aloud, her eyes widened.

"Have you no shame?" John questioned, shaking his head. "If you're just going to look at him like he's a steak, talk to him."

Aurora thought that idea was funny, yet John wasn't kidding. He pulled her up by her arm and lead her over to him.

"Wait! Wait- John- I'm not ready!" She gasped, trying to turn the opposite way. "Yeah, Well, think of it this way." John stopped and placed his hands on her shoulders, "If this goes well for you, that's quite nice, yeah? If it goes bad, I have something to laugh myself to sleep about."

"That doesn't h-"

"Alright, bye." John shoved her into the boy, she stumbled into him and looked up at him. Damn, he was so pretty.

She quickly pushed herself off him and turned to smack John, he wasn't there.

"Hello, there." He laughed, his smile instantly brightening the dim room.
"H-Hey."

Oh, I'm going to kill John.