him ☾ john lennon

quarante et un

"John, it's like six-thirty." Aurora whined as they stood outside his house.

The two were supposed to hang out with Stuart by John's house, but he was a no-show. "Well, I can't find me keys!" He patted his pockets, rather over-dramatically.

"Well, what are we going to do now?" Aurora was beat. They had walked some distance and her feet were killing her.

"Don't fret, baby love," John wiggled his eyebrows, "Johnny has a plan."

And with a confused glance from Aurora, he disappeared into his backyard. After five minutes, Aurora realized he probably wanted her to follow him. She mentally face-palmed and walked into his backyard.

"John?" She whisper shouted, he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around each potted plant, no sign of John.

"Up here!"

Her head snapped upward, John was sitting atop a flattened surface near a window. "Wha-how'd you get there?"

"There's a vine, 's rather sturdy."

Aurora's mouth made an O shape and she nodded slowly, to show she understood. She looked up at him and teetered on her toes, "Why are you not on the roof, yet?" John called down, noticing he was all alone.

"I don't think I can get up there? Help?"

John released a deep sigh and went off to the edge of the roof.

He stood up and gazed down from the high place, "Move back, I'm going to jump."

"John, no."

"John, yes."

"Jo-"

He leapt off the roof and landed directly onto a potted plant. The shattering of the pot made Aurora wince as John rolled into his back.

"Christ, John, you could've killed yourself!" Aurora chided, running a hand through her short hair.

"Are you alright?" She asked, walking over to him and offering him a hand.

He got up on his own, dusting the dirt from his pants, " 'M all right. Besides," he gave a toothy grin, looking down at the destroyed plant, "I broke my fall."

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imagine breaking your fall on a fucking plant
god, john, you fuckin melon