We drop Alice off first, and the ride to my house is silent until Lennon clears his throat.
"Thank you so much for coming tonight. It meant a lot" he squeezes my hand lightly.
"No, thank you. I love going to watch live music. It was so fun." I smile at him. "Now it's your turn to come to my show. It'll be fun, you could be my groupie." I laugh but wonder if maybe that wasn't a great thing to say. Lennon laughs out loud.
"It would be an honour to be your groupie." I feel my cheeks go red.
When we get to my house, Lennon walks me to my door like a gentleman, and I'm shocked but impressed. I hope to God my mom doesn't open the door and try to talk to Lennon.
"Jazz" He grabs my arm and pulls me closer "I would really like to see you again"
"Jazz?" I raise an eyebrow at him, and he blushes.
"Right... I kind of call you that... Not really to your face but--" I cut him off.
'I like it. I would like to see you again too. Give me your number and I'll hook something up." He punches his number into my phone and I do the same to his. I smile up at him. "Goodnight Lennon" I walk inside, leaving Lennon outside mid-wave.
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Why Run, When You Can Hide?
Random"Not real, Jasper, not real" I tell myself, panting. I almost never dream, but when I do, it's always the same. I'm sitting in a room, and the walls start closing in on me. I'm screaming, watching the mirror at the end of the room, knowing its the k...
