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I Shouldn't (John)

         "Don't you have somewhere to be, Lennon? A girl to shag?" I teased jokingly as the boy who ran to catch up with me reached my side. He had a bad habit of following me home from school like a puppy for a couple weeks. He reached into his coat and pulled out a cig.
"Not until four, angel face." He smirked, lighting the cig.
I covered up how much I liked that nickname with an obvious eye roll.
       John and I had actually known each other for years. We went to the same primary school, but now he went to the school across from mine. Only recently had we been giving off flirtations.
    The flirtation became serious, and soon we both fell deeply for each other. My mother forbade anything to do with him, seeing as he was a 'bad influence, that Lennon. I don't want you near him..always getting into fights and trouble. You know how those boys are..' her voice faded from mind as I purged them out of my head.
      As we walked, we were silent for a moment. I looked over to see him puffing a cloud of smoke into the cold Liverpool air. He handed it to me, and watched me as I put the nicotine filled stick between my lips. I drew in, holding a moment, then breathed out and closed my eyes as I handed it back to him.
"How are things?" I broke the silence, which seemed to have broken his thought.
"Same as always. Mimi has been on my ass a lot lately." His thick Liverpudlian accent cutting into the icy air.
I breathed out a laugh as the image ran through my mind. A soft smile grew on my face, for I genuinely enjoyed his company.
"I like your smile, ya know." He said quietly.
Looking at him, he had a sweet smile across his thin lips as he looked down at me. His hair was fashioned like those silly teddy boys, and the soft light brown curls moved in the wind, very gently. His half lidded eyes made him seem unamused, placid.
   "Really?" I faked asking, with a voice that showed it. I stopped walking to lean against a wall that bordered the sidewalk. He leaned next to me and I turned to him.
" Yeah, and I mean it too, ya cheeky bird."
     I'd noticed we were facing each other now, completely. I looked at him as he said this.
     For a while, we just stared at each other. The mood became serious, and after all the jokes, there was something to be done about the burning feeling inside both of us. We had so much to say but didn't need to say a single word, for both of us knew what they were. He leaned in close, and I put my hand on his cheek, but to stop him. He tilted his head into it and his expression grew into almost confusion.
"Why won't you be mine?" He whispered, inching in.
"I want to, but you know I shouldn't. My mum would have a field day."
"Who gives a fuck about who your mum thinks you should love?" His eyes flickered over my face, watching my reaction. He was standing so close..so close.
"I don't know, you are a troublemaker, John."
"Can't help it love. I'm sorry." He said looking down, and it was a genuine apology.
"Well, that's how they see you at least. I am one in the lucky few who know there's more to John Lennon than meets the eye," I smiled shyly, looking to his eyes. His light brown orbs met mine and even then, I knew they were filled with so much complexity.
     "You know you're going to be leaving a trail of broken hearts around you." I joked, and he smiled in response.
     "Eh fuck em," he proclaimed, looking up as to say it directly to all the girls he'd been toying with.
I laughed, and his smile grew wider. He  surprised me then, by pulling me close.
"That laugh. It's gonna be the death of me, and if I hear it again, I will die a happy man," he sighed, and paused for a moment, studying me.
"I do love you, Y/N." He assured me. His face was just a couple inches from mine.
"I love you too," I admitted, and at this moment his whole face lit up. His large hand cupped my neck as me pulled me up to kiss him.
   His soft lips reached mine, and it felt like the thing that had been missing was finally completed. His warm skin encompassed me, overpowering the cold wind and dark skies. My heart raced as my hands pressed against his chest, sliding up, so arms went around his neck. His slightly muscular ones wrapped around my waist. His long nose rubbed against my cheek as his lips moved slowly and sensually against mine, and they fit together like puzzle pieces. He tasted like spearmint and tobacco, and overall, want and love.
"You're mine now, aren't you?" He asked as we broke free, nuzzling his head into my neck, and he hummed contentedly as he held me tight.
I nodded , my arms still around him.
"Love, I'll walk you home. Then when you're gone, I don't care if your mother hears; I want to tell the entire world that you're mine." He exclaimed, like a small boy showing off. I giggled, and he wrapped one arm around my waist as we walked.
One last time, he whispered to himself as if he himself couldn't believe it,
"Finally..you're mine. All mine.
My  Y/N."