Author's Note: This is my first time writing for this particular character, but I couldn't resist! JDM in this movie is absolutely gorgeous. There's no way I could watch this movie without developing a crush on this guy. Plus, he's charming and funny, and he's a carpenter. Hehe. Enjoy! :)


Lennon's parents died before she could even remember them. She was raised by her grandparents from her mother's side and while she had a wonderful childhood, there was always that underlying curiosity about her parents that her grandparents couldn't fulfill.

She had always lived in New York City. Living in the Big Apple urged her to become a photographer. Her grandfather gave Lennon her first camera when she was seven and since then, she was hooked.

Now, Lennon traveled around the world taking photos for the National Geographic. It was an amazing job since she was able to do what she loved without the normal nine-to-five office job. Her grandparents always told her that her parents would be proud since they, too, never wanted to work at desk job.

To put it simply, her grandparents said, "Your parents were hippies."

Lennon had to laugh when she found out. It was hard to believe that her parents were hippies. The only she knew about hippies were from what she learned through the history books in high school and a few movies that was based off that time period.

Lennon loved to dress very hippie-like, very much with a bohemian style. Her grandparents would always stare at her, smiling with tears in their eyes.

Now that she was older and in her late twenties, Lennon had the chance to visit the one place that her parents lived in until their deaths.

The one place that she was born in.

Woodstock.

Upon arriving to Woodstock, Lennon checked into the hotel. It was only two stories, but she didn't mind. She always wondered what it would have been like if she grew up in a small town rather than the big city.

She draped her camera over her body, dressed in black shorts and a white, loose, short-sleeved peasant top. Her hair was tied into a messy pony tail and since it was summer, she was enjoying the heat.

She was walking through the town, glancing at the surroundings. Lennon couldn't believe that this was where her parents lived their entire adult life. Her grandparents told her that her mother moved to Woodstock the moment she turned seventeen, telling her grandparents that she had met a boy who was a couple of years older and would urge her to finish school there. They were reluctant, but they always said that when her mother put her mind to something, she was going to make it happen.

Lennon heard the loud chanting coming from the main circle of the town. She noticed people holding picket signs, protesting about peace and ending war. Maybe her parents were really hippies.

She brought her camera closer to her face and began taking photos of the people protesting. Aside from her photographs of nature and landscapes, Lennon loved to take candid, street photography. There was something about having a glimpse into a stranger's expression at that very moment that always interested her.

Street photography always made her feel connected with a stranger through the photo alone. It was amazing what photography could make one person feel.

Lennon smiled to herself, asking one of the locals what was going on.

"Well, darlin', we want our troops home! There's no sense in fighting a war when we can come together in peace!" The older man said, holding up his sign and pointing at various bystanders to repeat his message.

"Peace not war!" They chanted.

Lennon felt empowered. She traveled around the world to take photos of the most beautiful creatures and the most beautiful sceneries on Earth, but she never avidly read the news about the war, but listening to these passionate people protesting about it made her want to be involved.

As she continued taking photos, she stepped back to bump into a very large man. When Lennon turned around, she widened her eyes and stared up at him.

Lennon cleared her throat, dropping her camera to rest across her body. The man smiled, looking down at her while holding a clipboard.

"Wow. You are the definition of a rugged man," she blurted out.

The other man chuckled, tilting his head in amusement.

Lennon took notice of his plaid shirt, seeing that it was only halfway buttoned so she got a clear view of his chest and the chest hair that littered his soft skin. When she looked up at him, he was still smiling. His hair was slightly disheveled and wavy and his beard had tinges of grey. It wasn't helping her in anyway. In fact, the sight of his dimples and his beautiful eyes made her blush even further.

"Well, that's certainly the first time anyone's ever said that to me," he chuckled.

Lennon wanted to roll her eyes simply because not only was he beautiful, but his voice was so deep and so manly that it made her shiver. She needed to get herself together. She was here solely to find out more information about her parents, not thinking some stranger was incredibly hot.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," Lennon replied.

The man just smiled. It was so sincere and genuine.

Before he could reply, an older woman called him over and Lennon took that as a sign to walk away. When he turned back around to ask Lennon her name, she was already gone in the midst of the crowd taking more photos.

The man watched Lennon walk to the coffee shop, biting his lower lip before he felt the older woman, Grace, tap his shoulder, pulling him from his trance.

"Hey, Jude…" She sang, causing Jude to laugh.

"Get any new signatures?" Grace asked.

Jude shook his head, staring at the door of the coffee shop for a moment before sighing, turning his attention on the older woman. "Not enough to make an appeal, no. It's a small town. I have all the signatures that I could get here."

Grace smirked, "Except for one and you let her get away."

"You called me over," he replied.

"You took quite a while in asking her name. I figured you weren't interested and needed saving."

"I like to take my time," Jude said.

Grace grinned, "Oh, don't I know it."

Jude laughed, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around her frame. He squeezed her to him gently before placing a kiss on the crown of the older woman's head. Aside from their history, Jude still cared very deeply about her.

"She doesn't look like she's from here, Grace."

"Well, she is sure dressed like she belongs here. Why don't you go on and talk to her?"

Jude nodded, kissing her cheek. "You're the best."

Grace grinned, "I know, I know. Now go!"

Jude walked towards the coffee shop, biting his lower lip before he decided to step inside. When he looked around, he found the place to be empty aside from the employees that worked there.

"Hey, Cole. Did you see a woman in here with a camera? Maybe five minutes ago?"

The younger man nodded, "I did. She bought an iced coffee then left. You know her or something, Jude? She's pretty cute."

Jude grinned, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't know her, but I'm going to find out."

Cole cleared his throat, "Oh. You saw her first. Got it. Well, she did show me a photo of her parents. She asked if I knew them or something. I had no clue what she was talking about."

Jude arched a brow. He didn't know where to look for her, but he decided not to dwell on it too much. Woodstock was a small town, so bumping into her would eventually happen again.

"That's interesting. Well, I'll catch you later, Cole." Jude left the coffee shop in disappointment, walking back to the protest and retrieving his clipboard from Grace.


The next day, Lennon awoke early to get a head start on her day. She let her hair down today, allowing it to rest past her shoulders in its natural waves. She dressed in a yellow graphic t-shirt that she tied just past her belly button and slipped on an ocean blue maxi skirt printed with flowers.

On the way out of her hotel room, Lennon grabbed her bag and the photo of her parents. Surely, there would be someone here that knew them. The good thing she was beginning to love about Woodstock was that everything was within walking distance from her hotel.

Walking into the coffee shop, she noticed the same young man from yesterday and an older gentleman behind the register.

"Hello, dear. What can I get for you?" The man asked.

"Just a vanilla iced coffee will do for me. Thank you," she smiled.

After paying for her coffee, Lennon waited until her drink was finished before asking the man about her parents. She needed to know if anyone in Woodstock knew about them.

"Thank you," she said, taking a straw from the counter. "Can I ask you a question?"

The man nodded, smiling politely, "Yeah, sure."

Lennon pulled the photograph from her bag, showing it to the older man. When no traces of recognition flashed through his face, she knew that she was going to hear what she did not want to hear.

"I'm afraid I don't know who these people are, love. Are they your siblings?"

Lennon shook her head, "No… It's an old photo of my parents. They lived here in the Sixties."

The man sighed, shaking his head solemnly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't know them. I just moved here about five years ago."

Lennon sighed, thanking him for the coffee regardless. She was finding this trip to be useless. No one at the hotel knew who her parents were. No one at the coffee shop knew who they were. She kept coming up empty handed.

Until an older man reading the newspaper called her over. "What were your parents' names?"

Lennon cleared her throat, sitting next to him instantly, "Lily and Arlo Carter."

The man lowered his newspaper, looking at her with a small smile. "And you must be Lennon Rose."

She nodded, smiling. Finally! She was getting somewhere.

"I am… Did you know them?"

"I did, but I think you should talk to Grace. She'll tell you everything you want to know. Here's her address. Tell her Rob sent you."

Lennon smiled, sighing in relief. She stood from her chair and hugged him gently, pulling back with a blush appearing on her cheeks. "Thank you so much, Rob."

"Don't thank me. I knew the minute you walked in that you were Lily's daughter. You look just like her but with Arlo's green eyes," the man commented, returning the hug.

"Thank you so much."


Lennon pulled up to the woman's house. She smiled instantly. It was beautiful with so much open space. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like to live in a place like this. With a deep breath, Lennon knocked on the door, awaiting an answer.

When the older woman opened the door, Lennon flashed a shy smile. "H – Hi…"

"Well, you're the new girl, aren't you?! Come on in! I love meeting new people," she grinned, welcoming Lennon into her house.

Lennon stepped inside, taking a look around her home. She had very interesting pieces of art plastered on the wall and sculptures resting on counters. It was oddly satisfying to see another artist displaying their own work.

"Well, they do not underestimate that Woodstock is known for hippies…" Lennon whispered.

Grace laughed, leaning against the counter.

"Do you want a smoke?" She asked.

Lennon shook her head politely, "No thank you."

The older woman nodded, flashing a kind smile before leading Lennon to the small living room. She took a seat at the couch after glancing around, taking note of the books on the shelves.

"Um, someone told me to go to you… Rob… Do you know my parents?" Lennon asked.

Grace looked at her, furrowing a brow. When Lennon handed her the photo, Grace almost dropped it. It had been so long since she had seen those two faces.

"Oh my god, you're Lennon Rose, aren't you?"

Lennon nodded, "Rob said you'd tell me everything I wanted to know. Were you friends with them?"

Grace smiled, tears stinging her eyes at the sudden memories that flooded her mind.

"Your mother was my best friend."