AN: I wonder, are you tired of me yet? So, I realize that me and Sparks Diamond are right in the middle of writing this long, complicated story that has little happy, witty moments and is mostly composed of deep feeling. I totally know that. But here's the thing: I sorta wanted to do something a little different than I usually do. It's not long at all, so just…er…read…I guess.

"I hate you."

"I hate you, too."

"I hope you fall down a well and die."

"I hope a giraffe bites your head off."

I cringe. What a little bitch. "No one loves you."

John Lennon shrugs his broad shoulders. "That fits, 'cause I don't love anyone."

This exasperates me. Seriously? REALLY? Does he have to be like this all the time? "Hahahahahahahaha I hate you."

John smiles. But it's not REALLY a smile, more like a sneer and a little eyebrow raise. Because like usual, he thinks he's hot shit. "I hate you, too, don't worry about it."

"I wasn't."

"Nice comeback."

"Nice face."

"It is, isn't it? Dead sexy, I think."

I narrow my eyes. I swear to God, if I have to talk to this man ONE MORE TIME, I'm going to spontaneously combust.

"You're such a loser."


She smiles, but not at me.

She laughs, sweet as could be.

Black curls, spiraling down.

Green eyes, like gems on a crown.

Beautiful, skin as white as snow.

I love her, will she ever know?

AN: Short and sweet, huh? That was actually the point; just something short. I don't actually have a story plan, all I know is that it's gonna have something to do with John (as most of my stories don't) and it's gonna be WAY shorter than my other stories. So tell me what you think! REVIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!