dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #5 part 2: imagine that- j.l ⚡️

John sat in the backyard with a 2 inch cigarette mended in between his fingers.

He longed for a new cigarette.

WHAM!!

The sudden crash peaked Johns curiosity as it would for anyone, especially when it was so close by. He peered over his shoulder.

The sight he saw was a message from God telling him to not take anything seriously anymore.

There in the sliding glass doors you could see yourself chucking a glass plate at Paul who had caused a disturbance in the peace of a family dinner when he started to bring up your love life.

After the whole incident with Paul earlier that night, John had went inside to watch some cartoons with the lads and Ruth, Paul's step-sister, Ruth,  in the living room while Paul's father and his wife were cooking in the kitchen for supper.

The four men were spending the nights at the McCartney residence just for a little while during the holidays.

George and Ringo were bunking for about 3 days while John planned to stay through Christmas. He wanted to be with his Aunt Mimi but she was spending the holidays in Hawaii with her spiffy boyfriend who was a certified lawyer for 40 hard working years.

John wasn't a big fan of him.

And John was kicked back on the couch in such a cozy position he doubted his abilities of ever getting back up again.

He remembered seeing the picture of Ruth leaned up against Ringo with sandman's dust upon her eyes. Same with Ringo.

This picture though became a picture with blush and black eyeliner.

You.

"Hello Johnny boy, ya mind if I take a seat next to you?"

John smiled so wide his cheeks began to stab his eyes.

But even before John could reply, a loud call from Paul came from the distance. "Y/N!! Get in here!"

You in the moment had wanted to strangle Paul right when you got to the kitchen.

"Ohhh how I'm going to kill Paul. I just want to get comfortable on the couch and watch...Tex Avery." You said as you took a glance at the box Tv. John seemed to have agreed with you due to the action that sent your heart in a tornado.

The flirtatious man pulled your arm in and there you plopped on the couch next to him, very close to him. You were practically sitting on his lap. "Now your comfy, aren't you?"

In that moment you had looked in his coffee eyes and saw the one trait that you never found in all of the other men's eyes.

Ambition.

John had ambition for big things. No one told you that but you had the intuition.

He suddenly slipped a hand on your thigh as he touching your hair in such a soft manner.

And adrenaline of lust had struck your pulse, your heart.