(the inspiration is from that Elvis clip from 'Who are you? Who am I?', 1968)

1958

John Lennon. The name so familiar to you, the most exact definition of 'feisty' and 'rebellious'. He was never the kind of boy you, his classmate in Art College, would want to interact with. Those constant pen-paper-pencil borrowings, funny comments and stares, they were the banes of your existence. That suggestive Lennon-smirk, always present when seeing you... Made you want to roll your eyes and 'tsk'.

To John, you were pretty intriguing, but that damned stubbornness of yours... Oh, how much it pissed him off! And made him want to get closer and explore the depths. He tried to make small talks with you, impress you, joke and poke fun at you. He was sure that one day, you'll finally get him and let him get you. The problem was — you never let him.

Today he summoned some courage and decided to ask you out. Just like that, bluntly, because why not? You said no, and his patience flew out of the window.

John was dragging you to the now empty classroom, his grip firm. You tried to pull your hand away, what the hell was wrong with him? But John was determined. He slammed the door shut, then hoisted you up, sitting you on one of the desks.

"Sit here and listen to me. You're the most obstinate, stubborn, impossible girl I've ever met. You piss me off. And you know why? Because you're unreasonable. Sit still." He spat, quickly grabbing you by shoulders when you tried to get off of the table and leave.

"You're argumentative, mulish, uncooperative." His gaze softened, the fire in his eyes giving place to fascination. "And unbelievable." Before you could utter something, he leaned closer and captured your lips with his. The kiss lasted barely a second, yet you thought your knees would've gave up, if you were standing. You pulled away, somewhat startled. No, more like at loss of words. Flustered.

"Oh, no. It could never work. We're complete opposites. You're wild, extravagant and unreliable, and you're not the kind of man I should fall in love with. Besides, we don't even like each other!" You blurted, feeling how your cheeks were traitorously reddening. God, not now! And that bastard was so close...

"Oh?"

The said bastard couldn't disagree more. John couldn't resist, he repeated the kiss. Then pulled away, as quick as you the first time.

"Who are you, {{user}}..."