⇾ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐈

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Phantom Planet

December 30, 1961

"He actually said yes!"

John turned from the suitcase he was packing and grinned at me. "That's awesome, love. Y'know what?" he said.

"What?"

"I'm so proud of ye." He smiled happily.

He had begun packing for London. Two more days. I was up in his room with him, sat in his desk chair, swiveling back and forth in it. I had just gone over my entire life's plan, or at least my plan for the next start in my life.

I smiled at him. "But—," he began with a cheeky look. "Yer gonna have to run those stories through me, correct?"

I rolled my eyes. "If you should so wish."

He nodded happily and went back to shoving stuff into his bag, closing it, and turning to me. "So," he said, leaning back against his bed. "I'm meeting Macca for lunch in three or so hours, so until then...how about we take a journey to the pictures? Tickets on me." He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "This doesn't happen to be code for, 'let's go somewhere where I can make out with you for an hour or so,' does it?"

He laughed, his cheeks tinged pink. "Uh—definitely not."

"Yeah, okay." I giggled. "What will we be seeing?" I asked as we shrugged on our jackets and he took me by the hand.

"I think I've got something in mind—." He broke off in a fit of giggling at left me smiling like a maniac. "The Phantom Planet." He laughed loudly.

I snickered. "That sounds terrible."

He continued to laugh, his eyes beginning to water slightly. "That's what's so great about it."

"I mean," I said with a chuckle. "If you think it'll be good."

"No, no, no, Donna," he said, gasping for air. "It's gonna be atrociously terrible! That's the joy in it!"

I nodded with a laugh. "Oh, alright."

"C'mon, love," he said, finally containing himself enough to speak normally, wiping his eyes. "Let's catch a bus, yeah?"

"Bus is on me though," I said, putting a finger to his lips when he tried to retaliate.

He frowned. "Oh, alright."

John led me down to a bus station and we made our way over to the cinema. It only took us a few minutes from there to get in. As the previews began to roll, he broke back into a fit of laughter.

I looked over to him slowly with amusement in my eyes. "You really need to chill out," I said. "You're like a two-year-old."

He wrapped his arm around me. "Aw, Donna," he said. "I'm just so excited for The Phantom Planet," he said teasingly. "Look at all the blokes here who actually care," he added in a whisper.

"John!" I scolded with a laugh. "I can't believe you convinced me to do this."

"You seemed all down for it, love," he reminded me. "Maybe," he leaned down and put his lips to my ears. "Perhaps you simply wanted to make out for an hour or so," he quipped.

I frowned over at him, fighting the urge to shiver as his breath tickled me. "What if I just want to watch people fight in space for two hours?"

He rolled his eyes, a mischievous grin still toying with his lips. "Alright then." I tried to return my eyes to the screen, but he kept his focused on me.