1964

you and john are rich! finally!

which meant you could buy yourself whatever you wanted. no more having to shoplift or beg from others. you weren’t poor, delinquent teens anymore. john was famous.

you, john and the rest of the band were staying at a random hotel in the middle of nowhere; it was another tour they were on, but this time, they brought you because they didn’t want to leave you alone for your birthday.

a few hours ago, you and john had gone shopping for a wedding dress. no, you weren’t getting married. u but since it was your birthday, he wanted to make you feels special. you’d walk around the town and pretend you were getting married, all so you could be the centre of attention on your special day.

now you were in the bathroom, giggling to yourself as you finished zipping up the dress, while the others sat on the hotel bed, waiting to see you.

“ready, boys?” you asked, looking at yourself in the mirror. it was a beautiful dress— princess like, just how you’d always wanted.

“‘course, baby. i can’t wait.” john replied, leaning back on his arms with that usual cocky smirk on his face. he was so happy that he could finally spoil you. he was so happy that you could finally have the love you deserved.

the others sat on the bed too, waiting. they couldn’t deny that they were excited too— you were a pretty bird after all.