him ☾ john lennon

trente-six

Her hair was soaking wet as she made her way down to Stuart's house, when a sudden realization hit her.

How could she just show up for a date looking a soaking mess?

Aurora trudged over to a lone bench and laid her head in her hands, her fingers tangled up her, now-drenched, hair.

"Aurora?"

She didn't have to look up to recognize that voice. She'd heard it too often to forget it. "Hey, John."

"Don't 'hey John' me," he said, sure to mimic the tone of her voice, completely overdone if Aurora had to say so, "What're ya doing out here? It's rainin', y'know." he sat down next to her on the bench.

She kept her head in her hands as she looked down at the grimey ground, "I think I can see that, John. I was going out, but it started pouring."

"Y'know, I don't live too far from here. You could crash at mine." he suggested.