sometime in the 70s

you are at your best friend julian’s house, watching a movie with his father, who just happened to be john lennon. the two were beginning to get closer, and so you began to see him more and more, to the point that you called him by his first name.

but there was more to it. you could feel it. the way his dad looked at you, the way he made your heart beat a little faster whenever you were with him, the way you felt whenever your hands accidentally touched. and now, you two were alone. well, julian had fallen asleep in between the two of you.

“well he’s out cold, isn’t he?” he sighed, ruffling julian’s hair and looking over to you. and you swore you could see something more in his eyes other than a friendly kindness to his son’s best friend. something deeper. his gaze stayed on you a little longer than it should, and suddenly you forgot all about the movie or julian.

you were beginning to realise that.. you were in love with your best friend’s father.