A/N- I am so sorry for the delay. I got grounded for three weeks and I nearly threw myself in front of traffic. Not really. Thank you for all your reviews, they are amayyyzing and I love you all. This chappie is just a bit of fluff, because I'm going to bed.
Chapter 34
John and a Piano, Or Bored
"John, I don't like this. They keep looking at us." I whispered, nudging him in the side.
"Chill out. Everything's fine." he assured me.
"I don't think so." I countered, resting my head on his shoulder.
"They can't do anything to us. Relax."
I sighed and curled up on the seat. I rested the back of my head on John's left thigh and stared at the ceiling. I could see John's hands out of the corners of my eyes, deftly flicking the lighter.
"John, my head is going to explode one day if you keep that up." I groaned, swiping it away from him.
"I get bored easily."
"If only there was someone you could talk to." I said pointedly, running my finger over the lighter. The metal was tarnished and worn, the shark's red mouth chipped in a few spots.
"Could I have that back?" John asked, tapping my forehead.
"I don't have a lighter. I wanna play with it," I said, flicking it open. "Hey, that is pretty fun. And here I thought you just did it to annoy the fuck out of people." I teased, handing the lighter back to John.
"That's just an added bonus. I actually find that flicking this is very cathartic. It helps me think."
"You're weird." I laughed, taking his hand and measuring it against mine. To my total unsurprise, it dwarfed mine. His hands were long and elegant, like a pianist's.
John and a piano… now I knew I was bored.