him ☾ john lennon

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Not that Aurora was belittling John or anything, but his house was something she didn't quite expect.

It was... nice.

"What're you doin? Come in, man!" He said, taking a step into his home as he hung his coat up in the rack. Aurora nodded, swallowing as she entered the neat house.

Aurora took her shoes off at the door, not wanting to track mud in. John kept his dirty shoes on, not exactly caring what he tracked into the house. Aurora stood in the living room, looking at the warmly lit room in awe.

"Surprised?" He laughed, sitting down on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table.

Aurora sheepishly shrugged, "A bit."

"I always get that." He said.

It left the air with a noticeable awkwardness as the two sat in silence.

"Are you sure your parents wouldn't mind?" Aurora blurted, trying to distract herself from the nagging feeling she'd be kicked out once an adult shows up. Her eyes traveled over to John, who's face was looking a bit pale.

"No, they wouldn't even know you're here." He laughed a noise bitter to Aurora's ears, "They wouldn't." He let out, voice barely above a whisper.