him ☾ john lennon

quarante-trois

Aurora was completely prepared for bed, and she had been wanting to get a good night's rest for ages.

Her parents had the night out to "rekindle that spark" and she wanted to gag just thinking about it.

She grabbed a glass of water and headed upstairs to her room. She gently shut the door and set the water down onto her desk and yawned. Aurora went to her window, "Some fresh air wouldn't hurt," she said, opening the curtain.

"Boo!"

She jumped backward and let out the weakest scream she had ever produced.

John's face was pressed against her window and he was making just about the creepiest face known to man.

"John, you sick fuck!" She rested a hand on her chest, "What are you doing here?" Aurora found herself opening the window for John to come in.

"Needed a place to crash, me aunt gave me the boot tonight." He shrugged, crawling through her window.

His aunt?

He quickly lost his balance and tumbled to the floor with a solid thud.

"Oh my god, John." Aurora didn't try to hide her annoyance.

"Just for tonight, John?" She sighed, desperate to get some good sleep.

John flashed her his most believable smile, "Yes, I promise you won't regret this."

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Just as Aurora was drifting to bed, she felt the bed dip.

She rolled around to see John sitting on the other side of the bed. "What the hell, John, I told you to sleep on the floor." Aurora whispered.

She wasn't sure if her parents were home, but she wouldn't risk them hearing her talk and finding John in her room.

"I never agreed!" He sang as he got situated with the blanket Aurora handed to him.

"God, I hope you're not wearing those dirty jeans in my bed." She muttered, pulling the cover up closer.

"Nah, I'm in my underwear, we're all good."

"Did not need to know that, by the way."

"Oh, you love it."

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not only did i not do my hw, but i updated
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