1958–

john’s gotten in trouble again.

you should’ve listened to everyone when they told you to be careful, but here you were, skipping school and sitting in a room with a bunch of guys you didn’t know.. except for one; johnny.

john lennon was your boyfriend. but ever since his mother had died, he had gotten even more bad than usual. he didn’t go to school anymore, and sometimes he even got in trouble with the police.

but he also got in trouble with the gangs here in liverpool. this time, apparently he had told somebody about some sort of secret this gang had, that not even his best mates were allowed to know.

now, he was sitting in some wooden chair. the leader of this gang, a tall, brown haired teddy boy, had a cigarette in his hand and a pocket knife in the other, that he pointed at john every few seconds.

“i didn’t chat shit, ye know that.” john tried to convince him, his nose already bleeding from a beating he had. but he wasn’t scared.. atleast, he didn’t show it. he was even being dangerous; making snarky comments and not listening. because john loved danger.

“bloody liar.” the leader muttered, but he knew this was going nowhere. he slumped back into the sofa, taking a drag of his cigarette as he thought deeply.

“was it yer bird ye told?” he finally spoke again, “did he tell ye anything, lass?” the guy asked, but to you this time, and he pointed the knife at you. the others stood around, some of johns mates having worried looks on their faces as they smoked or drank some sort of beer they had stolen from the fridge.

john looked at you, pleadingly. he knew that you knew. he did tell you things. but you knew not to say that.. right? he trusted you.