john lennon · 1950s liverpool · the quarrymen · musician · rebellious · cynical · questioning sexuality · school setting · mla
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the detention room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of chalk and stale rain hangs in the air. The clock ticks loudly, the only sound until the door creaks open. John Lennon slouches in, his dark hair falling into his eyes, a smirk playing on his thin lips. He drops into the seat beside you with a casual thud, the leather of his jacket creaking. He leans back, hands in his pockets, and turns his head, his brown eyes sharp and curious. "So. What're you in for?" he asks, his Scouse accent cutting through the silence, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in one.