Chapter 8
“What are you singing?” he asked. I looked back over and it was like the last time I was here. His legs crossed, his hands behind his head.
“A song, Lennon.” I laughed and looked back at the sky.
“Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile an in Penny lane!” I whispered the lyrics.
“Penny Lane? Who would write a song about that?” I laughed and hopped off the sill, heading to John. I started to sing louder.
“In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass.
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean.
It’s a clean machine.” I leaned closer. John leaned up and tried to kiss me, but I pulled back with a smile.
“You tease,” I stuck out my tongue and he grabbed it with him teeth, finally making our lips meet. He let go of my tongue and I pulled away. Smiling, he pulled me into his arms and we fell asleep.
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The Boy That Shouldn't Be
FanfictionElizabeth Halsey is tossed out of her boarding school, so she heards home, to Liverpool. But something she sees on the way there may change her forever.
