him ☾ john lennon

six

As it turns out, that boy actually went to her school.

He was in the art program with Mr. Hale.

His name was Stuart. He wore strictly long-sleeve turtlenecks with either a jean jacket or a black leather jacket.

She met up with him a few times and she instantly knew she liked him, quite a bit.

He was funny, smart and really cute. Who doesn't love artsy boys?

She walked into her last hour, happily making her way to her desk when she noticed something new.

or someone.

"Stuart?"

He turned to look at her and his face quickly was graced with the most angelic smile known to man. "Hey, Rora, I wanted to challenge myself a bit so I decided writing may be a good way to do it." He explained.

She sat next to him and smiled, "You'll love it."

About twenty minutes into the class and the door opened to see John rubbing his eyes, he entered the room with a loud yawn.

"You're late, Lennon." Ms. Milton noted, "Put it on my tab, please." John waved her off.

"What's going on, francine?" He said, giving her finger guns.

"Hang in there, man." He patted some kid's back.

"Hey, coat rack." John said dryly.

"And hey, Stu." He walked passed the boy then halted.

"Wait, Stuart?"