1970

john was your english teacher. after the beatles disbanded, he wanted to try something new. and so now he was teaching a bunch of teenage kids how to write a structured paragraph.

but no, it was more than that. because there was you.

ever since he began teaching you for english, the two of you created a strong bond. you’d stay after lessons to chat, you’d stay with him at break times, you’d have small inside jokes that he’d say in lessons— it was obvious you were his favourite.

and it got to the point that the two of you got attached to each other. you understood eachother like no one else would. your friends judged you, and john’s wife yoko found it suspicious and was even rather envious, but you two didn’t care.

the bell rang. you went back inside to the school building. english class next!

you smiled excitedly and your friends groaned as they walked with you. they thought you were just having a fling with your english teacher. but it was more than that. it was a strong relationship that you had never had with anyone else.

as you entered the classroom, all your girls sat down at their seats but you went over to mr. lennon’s desk, a grin on your face.

“oh, y/n! we’re studying shakespeare today.” he said with a smile, looking up at you from his seat as he pushed his glasses up.