August 21, 1961
Later that night, I was hoping to get time to mull over the fact that the boys were leaving in the morning, but of course, John couldn't be left alone with his thoughts for long.
Clink! Clink! Rocks were hitting my window. I looked at the window a moment as they stopped. Clink! Clink! Clink! They were getting louder. I rolled my eyes and went to open it up.
"What could you possibly want?"
"You," he said jokingly.
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on my hands. He followed in suite, mockingly, and we sat a moment, waiting to see who'd talk first.
"We're leaving at 10 tomorrow," he said monotonously.
I nodded, looking down at the ground.
"What if I took you to breakfast tomorrow morning? Just you and I, before you go to school? Say 6:45?"
I shrugged. "I'm down."
He made eye contact with me and smiled. I blushed and looked away.
He chuckled. "Aw, I'll miss my little anxious friend."
"Shut up, John," I laughed nervously, feeling his gaze on me.
"Perhaps you should sleep, ma douce Donna," he said with a warm smile. "You seem tired, love."
That I was. His voice was like a drug, coaxing and toying with my emotions, phasing my mind in and out of consciousness. His voice was low, droning, and brimming with love. If I wasn't careful, I feared I'd become addicted to it. I felt like flopping over and passing out when he was speaking, but the second he stopped, I felt more awake than ever.
I shook my head. "It's boring here. I wanna keep talking."
He swallowed. "You've got school tomorrow, love. Ye need sleep."
I frowned, sitting up and crossing my arms. "That's no fair. Besides, I wanna talk to you as much as possible before you go," I pouted.
He looked at me with a steady, amused smile. "You're tired."
"Am not." I looked down.
Even though I could barely see him, I could feel him roll his eyes. He fell silent a moment, seemingly in thought.
"Meet me down there," he said, and I could barely see him pointing the the ground below.
"Yay," I said absentmindedly.
He closed his window and then the curtains mockingly, with a smirk.
I followed in suit. Upon finding myself downstairs, I saw that Brian was sitting in the living room and prompted to find another way out. Thinking quickly, I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and waited a moment before flushing the toilet, opening and closing the door as if I'd left. I even called to Brian, telling him goodnight. Finally, I slipped out the window and found John already there, watching as I toppled out the window comically, stumbling upon my landing.
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