Beatles Fan-Love

All My Loving (JohnxCynthia)

The lesson was finally over. Thanks god.

Cyn and Astrid left the classroom.

"This was the most boring lesson ever, wasn't it", Astrid moand and turned around to face her locker. She rummaged in her bag. "Have you seen my key?"

Her friend didn't answer.

"Cyn?" Astrid turned around. "Cyn!" She waved her Hand in front of her friend's face.

Cynthia didn't move. She just stared at the Boys who leaned at the end of the hallway on the wall.

Astrid moaned annoyed. "Stop staring at him!"

Cynthia jumped. "Stop that!" She also turned around and pulled a key from her bag. "Why doesn't fit this damn key", she yammered.

"Because it's mine." Astrid took the key from her friend and put it in her own lock. "'Seriously, Cyn, I tell you this as a friend. Talk to him."

"He wouldn't listen to me anyway." She looked to the Floor.

"Have you ever spoken to him about your feelings?"

"No. Have you?"

"Why should I? I'm not the one who's in love with John."

"I hope so for you. But you're in love with Stu." Cynthia looked challengingly in her friend's eyes.

"I just like him. I mean, I'm don't spend my breaks staring at him. Okay... to be honest, I do. But just because you're staring at John all the time and I have to stay with you. I need to avoid embarrassing situations."

"Oh, come on! I'm not like this!"

"You are!" Astrid fell into laughter. "Now, come on! Next lesson starts in two minutes." Astrid grabbed Cyn's drawing block and pulled it to her chest. Cyn just moaned and followed her friend.

"Please John, just say it! You've got a crush on the blond girl!"

"Her name isn't blond girl."

"It isn't?" Stu grinned innocently. John rolled his eyes. "Shut up!"

He also took his block and went to his next class.

"Stop, John! Don't you have any humor?" Steward ran after his friend.

John turned around. "It's okay."

"But her friend is hot too, isn't she?" Stuart grinned.

"She's okay", John answerd and opend the door, while he was thinking of a credible excuse why they were too late.

"John", Stuart whispered during the lesson, "what is your plan?"

"Which plan?" He looked confused.

"How to get this blondie."

"Her Name isn't..."

"Mister Lennon, Mister Sutcliffe! I expect silence in my lessons!" The teacher's expression  seemed angry.

The boys lowered their eyes and pretended to concentrate on their sheet of paper.

"I don't have a plan", John whispered barely aufible.

"No plan?!"

"Mister Sutcliffe! Take a seat in the front!" The teacher pointed on a free desk in front of her own desk.

Moaning Stu grabbed his stuff and sat down at the other desk. 
But why the hell doesn't have John a plan? He got every girl he wanted. But this time it seemed to be different.