you're with the band ( classic rock imagines )

john lennon

"Look at all these lines!" John huffed as he dropped the script onto the table. It landed with a sizable thud. A displeased sigh came from his lips before he plopped down on the couch.

"They're not all for you, silly," you teased, poking his side.

"A majority of those bloody lines are," he complained. He looked at you with a pained expression. "Can you memorise them for me?"

You scoffed at his preposition then shook your head. "It's not my movie."

A pout settled on his bottom lip but you wouldn't budge. This was his responsibility. Not yours. Still, he was persistent. "At least help me learn all these words and what not."

"Fine. How about this: for every page you memorize, I'll give you a kiss."

"Deal."

Needless to say, he was finished and spoiled with kisses before the night was over.