1956

john was good with kids— he’d always do silly faces or tickle them or do things to make them giggle. and he was no different with you, his little cousin. only three years old.

you saw john quite a lot because your mother didn’t have time for you, and so you stayed at his house with aunt mimi every few days.

one day, john was going to go out with his mate pete (NOT PETE BEST BTW YOU GUYS ITS PETE SHOTTON), but you were staying at his house and aunt mimi wasn’t home. and so, even though he was excited to go cause trouble and steal records and jump on top of buses, he decided to bring you, so you wouldn’t be alone.

however, the two did get a little tipsy that day. and now you three were walking around town, the sky beginning to slowly get dark as you whined about your legs hurting or that you were hungry. eventually, to shut you up, john pulled out his wallet and nudged you, nodding over to some shops. “oi, you’ve got to stop that moaning, alright? i’ll buy ya anything ya want. just quit whining.” he said, pete beside him taking a drag of his cigarette.

this wasn’t exactly how pete had planned his hang out with john, but he wasn’t complaining— it was amusing and different.