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{({A/N if i'm not as enthusiastic a usual it's probably because i've been self conscious about everything and i'm scared that people don't actually appreciate me as a person :) i'm just being a depressed bitch sO yEah

p.s. i didn't proofread this so- o o f})}

John's P.O.V.
I haven't seen Freddie in a while. And I honestly don't plan on doing so. It's kind of my fault for thinking he liked me. I've been pretty stressed out. Not even eating can help me now.

I'm going to the only place that Freddie and I know. I pull up near a sign that reads: John's Strawberry Fields.

The old man who owns it kinda looks like John Lennon now that I think about it. Is his name even John? I don't know. Fred and I called him Mr. Winston. I wonder if he's still here. I knock on his door. No answer.

Ah, well. I sit down by a tree in the field. I close my eyes. I imagine me and Freddie running around and playing tag. Having fun without a care in the world. Those were the good old days.

"Living is easy with eyes closed." I whisper sing. "Misunderstanding all you see..."

"It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out. It doesn't matter much to me." I feel a single tear roll down my cheek.

"That was really good!" I hear a feminine voice say. I open my eyes and turn to see a hazel- haired woman smiling at me. I blush in embarrassment.

"aaaaHhh," I say hiding my face. "I'm really bad..."

"Oh, come on now." She says. "Your fine."

She helps me get up. "What's your name?"

"John Richard Deacon." I say. "Yours?"

"Veronica Tetzlaff." She says.

"Your last name isn't Winston?" I asked confused.

She giggles. "My grandfather's name was Winston Tetzlaff. His father's name was John."

"Oh, well, that makes more sense." I say. "Are you... picking strawberries?"

"Of course not. Strawberry picking season ended in July." She says. "I was just adventuring."

"... Did he die?" I ask.

"My grandfather?"

I nod my head slowly.

"He's not dead, he's on vacation." She says. "I was just going to make some cake while I was taking care of the fields."

"... Do you want me to help you?" I ask. "Making to cake?"

She blushes a bit. "Sure, why not."

{({A/N sOrry fOr tHe sHort cHapter ejwkwjwnehjwjw

I actually wrote this chapter a while ago aNd nOw i dOn't fEel aS dEpressed tOday
maybe it's my art
maybe it's the weather
maybe it's my grades
either way...
I'm feeling more g a y

...did i just write a poem out of nowhere? yes i did

here's something i made like,,,,, almost a year ago

it's kinda dumb lol

aNywAys- i (tHink) i know what the plot is going to be for now

h o p e f u l l y  i don't mess this up (again)

i have to use the restroom so bye for now loves~})}