him ☾ john lennon

vingt-sept

Aurora and Paul were panicking.

It was the next day and they were lacking one John Lennon and... oh yeah, their entire project.

"Don't worry, I'll get us out of this." Paul pulled out a ripped piece of paper and scribbled something down and slipped it into the turn in box.

They silently watched as Ms. Milton looked through the bin, collecting the papers. She picked up a poem and Paul's small slip of paper fluttered to the ground.

Ms. Milton groaned as she saw the slip of paper, she grabbed it and chucked it into the trash.

Paul let out a hurt squeak and his mouth fell open as she carelessly disposed of his note.

"We're missing one."

Paul and Aurora scratched the back of their necks, turning to face the back wall instead of the front of the classroom. "Aurora, Paul?"

Fuck.

They sighed and turned around to see the door opening. John walked in with paper in his hands, "Here." he handed it to Ms. Milton.

"They left it at my place."

John sat down with a satisfied smirk and leaned back in his seat.

"John, God! John!" Paul scooted his chair up to him and wrapped his arms around him, swaying him side to side.

"Get off me."