What happens when Anna sends a letter in the mail. And it ends up in the past. In none other than John Lennon's mail box. A girl from the future, a boy from the past, with only a mail box and time between them.
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"That...." I started to say, smiling and out of breath.
"Brilliant, love. Mind doing it again?" John said, grinning at me.
I nodded in reply, and John brought his lips to mine once more, but this time with more passion than before. I could feel his tongue brush against mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Then, without warning, John lifted me up, holding me in his arms as we continued kissing. And then—boom.
"Oww!" John yelled, laughing as we both crashed to the ground, still in his arms.
"What did you trip over?" I laughed.
"The damn bloody dog toy," John said, grabbing a rubber guitar that had somehow made its way into the mix.
"Well, you know what they say, right? Watch your step," I teased, still giggling.
"Oh, really? Well, I was too busy kissing you, wasn't I?" John said, shaking his head, his smile never fading.
"Well, I'm glad you broke my fall then," I said, still laughing.
"Oh, that's it! You're gonna get it now," John said, eyes glinting mischievously as he started tickling me.
"Ahhhh! John, stop!" I screamed with laughter, trying to wriggle away. Finally, after what felt like forever, I broke free from his grip and ran for it.
"Oi! Get back here!" John called out, getting to his feet and chasing me.
"Don't trip on any toys!" I shouted, making a beeline for the kitchen. Quickly, I turned on the water, grabbed the sprayer, and drenched John just before he could catch me, leaving him soaking wet.
"Oh, you'll pay for that, love," John said, his voice low with mock menace, as he swooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
"John! Put me down! You're wet!" I whined, kicking my legs in protest.
"Nope, face your punishment, doll," John said, grinning. I could only laugh as he marched through the living room, the bathroom, and the laundry room, until we finally reached my bedroom.
"Oi, look at this," John said, tossing me onto the bed. "Me face's on the wall."
"Couldn't you have thrown me a bit softer, John?" I whined, sitting up.
"Oh, why would I do that, love? You got me wet," John said, pulling a face.
"Well, you're the one who tickled me," I shot back, making a face of my own.
"Oh, is that so, love? You ticklish, then?" John asked, his voice dropping as he leaned in closer.
"John, no! I SAID NO! Ahhhh!" I screamed as John began tickling me again. But just as I was about to lose it, a hero appeared—Jack came charging into the room, jumped onto the bed, and attacked John with a flurry of sloppy licks, making him stop his assault. I gasped for air.
"Good boy! Get him, Jack!" I cheered, laughing as John tried to wriggle away.
"Anna, get him off me... Jack, get off!" John said, squirming as Jack showered him with kisses.
"Ah, dog germs," John muttered, grabbing my blanket to wipe his face off.
"Hey! That's my blanket!" I laughed.
"Well, that's your bloody dog that attacked me," John said, shaking his head but still laughing.
"Well, serves you right for tickling me. Jack knows when I need saving," I laughed, snuggling in closer to him.
"Oi, you started it," John said, falling back onto the bed with a groan.
"Well, you started it by tripping," I said, wrapping myself around him, feeling content.
I noticed John looking up at the Beatles' Help! poster on the wall. "You miss them, don't you?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, I do," John admitted, his tone turning a little more serious. "But if I go back, I know I'll miss you too, and it's all a bit confusing, love."
That hit me a little harder than I expected. 'Arg, this is too sad. I need to cheer him up,' I thought.
"You know, you guys inspired so many people with your music. Music wouldn't be the same without The Beatles," I said, hoping it would lift his spirits.
"Really?" John asked, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "Would it be bad to listen to them?"
I smiled. "Not at all, John. I think they're brilliant. All of you."
And so, for the rest of the night, we stayed in bed, cuddling and listening to modern music, as John seemed to relax into the moment, the weight of the past lifting just a little.
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