Valentine's Day Fun

John woke up to a murky morning. The clouds looked doleful, and the wind was shaking the trees. He assumed it was late, but it was pretty early. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to fall asleep again, but he couldn't, so he just stared at the ceiling thinking about sleep. Suddenly he jolted up and realized he had done nothing and it was Valentine's Day. John grabbed his Buddy Holly glasses and started to make his bed. He jumped in the shower, and took his time. He wanted to feel and look good for today, just for George.
Christ, how much he loved that man; he thought while washing his hair. He loved him oh so much, and John only felt like he was the lucky one and he felt like he didn't deserved George. Memories of their times together ran throughout his head, and he laughed at times. He got out of the bathroom and toweled himself off. He put on some nice clothes to run errands. John ran out of the house and towards his car, he really hoped fans wouldn't recognize him today; he had too many things to get done to be stopped by hundreds of fans. John didn't even know where or what to get. He needed food, presents, flowers? Anything to make George smile.
Gosh, his smile, his toothy smile. He didn't smile much in pictures, but when he did, George's smile was the sun. Calm down Lennon, there is no time to gush over George.
John drove off to a florist, and looked around to find the perfect flowers to put around the house. What color? What kind? Is he allergic to hydrangeas? No he couldn't…wait what the fuck was a hydrangea?
He couldn't think, and he looked at the time. 10 o'clock, he needed to place an order right away.
"Sir, I want these flowers." John waggled his fingers over some purple flowers.
"Is there a specific way you want them arranged?" the florist said.
"Surprise me."
"Alright, that'll be 15 pounds."
They always do this, hiking up the prices when you really need something, oh well, it was all for George.
"Just come in an hour and a half."
"Alright, thanks." John rushed out of the store. He was walking towards the car, and he saw some fans recognized him.
Fuck.
John ran to a nearby alley. He wanted to say hello, and sign autographs, but that would attract more kids and waste more time. He sat in the alley, and waited for the screaming to stop. While he was sitting he realized that he didn't even invite George over. Imagine that, he would've done all these things, and he would forget the most vital thing, to invite his lover. He chuckled at the thought, and searched for a phone. He checked both ways for making it out of the alley. John slipped in his coins, and let the phone ring.
Ring Ring Ring Ring.
Why the hell does George take so long?
"Hello?" George finally picked up.
"Hi Georgie, happy Valentine's Day, love" John said romantically.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Johnny" George blushed.
"How are you on this cold day?" John hands were freezing.
"Well I wouldn't know I haven't been outside yet." George giggled.
His laugh was absolutely precious.
"So Georgie, would you please come over tonight?" John asked.
"Of course, love, what time?"
"Five."
"Okay, I have things to do right now, so I'll so you then."
"Alright, just remember about tonight."
"I won't, Johnny, I can't wait."
They exchanged goodbyes and John walked back to his car. What did he need now? He drove to a bakery. When he opened the door, the sweet aroma of sweets filled his nose. What should he get for his love? He scanned the shelf behind the glass, and decided to buy a little cake, and a box of chocolates.
"What name would you like me to put on the box?" The lady behind the counter asked.
"Ge-"John stopped, it would seem queer if he said George's name, and nobody really liked queers. John's head went blank at his position.
"Uhh just put…Coco?" he said looking at the chocolates.
"How ironic." She wrote the name, and smiled as she handed it over to John. He paid and left the store quickly. He felt his cheeks burn with humiliation. Time was going by so fast today, I hope it slows down when George comes over.
I sat in my car, and started to cross things off my mental list of things that needed to be done. I should buy him some sort of present. John drove around the city; deciding where to continue. He finally decided on a local jeweler. What should he buy for George? It has to be special, something worthy for him. Maybe he should get some sort of promise ring, to let him know he'll always love him. It seemed really corny in his head, but John didn't care, so he proceeded to buy a ring. Inside the ring, it said "I promise." John was getting more thrilled about his night.
Meanwhile at George's flat…
George woke up quite early to the same gloomy sky. He was prepared unlike John. He had bought John a present and sort of picked out some nice clothes. He shower and combed his hair slowly. John loved George's hair and always ran his fingers through his think soft hair. So George always tried to make his hair look good whenever he was going to see John. He rummaged through his closet to find something that would make John want him even more. However he didn't know that John thought he looked amazing in almost anything...especially nothing...
George headed to jewelry store. He placed an order in advanced for a ring. The ring was being engraved. It seemed really corny, but he liked the idear. He saw the outcome of the ring. George thought it was perfect. He paid and left with a grin plastered in his face. He couldn't wait to give it to John. He really hoped John would love it.
Meanwhile...
John stopped by the florist and picked up his order. He finally drove home and already felt tired. It was noon. He made himself a snack and went on with his preparations. John placed some flowers around the dining and living room. He wouldn't stop until it pleased his liking.
He didn't know what to make George, but suddenly he got an idear. Beans and toast. His mam would always make it whenever John and Paul would come over for band practice. John would eat endless amounts of it because his Aunt Mimi would never make it. He started to cook the beans and let it cook slowly for the best taste.
John took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as he sat down. He felt like he could have done more for George. He remembered of a book he always wrote in for over five years. He found it in a bookshelf. The book was falling apart, and the pages were getting yellow. John opened it carefully and saw doodles of laughs he still remembered. As he got further into the book he saw an entry that he wrote about meeting George. He smiled and kept on turning the pages. He got to a page declaring that he loved George and he wanted to tell him. In almost every page he wrote a sentence or two describing the love for George, some of sentences were included in songs. George never knew then. Each page his want for the guitarist's seemed to grow stronger. If someone had read it, they would think he was head over heels for him, and he was. John never showed the book to anyone, but he wanted to show it to George, show him the little poems he wrote about him.
He bolted up after hearing some strange simmering. He almost burned the food. John realized that the box of chocolates was written to 'Coco'. He tried his best to change the name to George. It looked alright; he didn't have much time to perfect it. John then heard a knocking at the door; he dropped his pen and smoothed out his hair. He opened the door to find George leaning on house with a cute smile plastered on his face.
"Happy Valentine's Day, George...again." John grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug.
"You too, love." George hugged John tightly, but made sure he didn't feel the box that held the ring in his pocket.
John kept on holding his hand, and led him in.
George smelled the aroma of beans through John's flat. He reminisced about the times when John and Paul would come over to play their guitars. His mam would always make it. George thought it was really sweet that John would do that. He hasn't had that meal in a long time.
"You hungry?" John led him to the kitchen.
"Yeah, I haven't eaten for an hour." George joked.
"Well good, go on sit down." John shooed George to the dining room. George sat down and waited for John. He brought in a bowl that smelled delicious and bread. He was going to help John, but he sopped his hand away and smiled at him. After John served the meal George finally got to eat.
"This is some fine dining, John." George stuffed his face.
"I know, five stars they say."
"This taste just like home." George fondled John's fingers.
"And I like the decorations too, purple." He pulled a flower out of the vase and smelled it.
John grinned at his approval. They chatted for a while, and then John got up and scanned the bookshelf. George raised his eyebrow, and turned back around. John then came up from behind him, and wrapped one arm around him. He felt John's cool glasses rubbing on his neck. John gave him little kisses on the neck, and then settled a book in front of him. George observed the seemingly old book.
"Open it." John said between kisses.
George reached over the frail thing. He opened to the first page and John peered over. He laughed at the jokes John wrote. He kept on flipping the page, until John told him to stop. That part stood out from the rest of the book; a long entry, and George started to read. He blushed. He recognized some lyrics in the entry. George felt pretty good about himself knowing he inspired some songs.
"I just wanted to show you that." John whispered into his ear.
George got up and kissed John. John took that as a sign of approval.
"One more thing." John slipped away from George's kiss. John held a little box hidden in his hands.
"Give me yer hand." George held his hand out hesitantly. John slid the cold ring on his finger.
George was surprised that he had gotten the same ring for his lover. John grabbed George and led him to the couch.
"No, wait!"
"What is it?" John looked concerned.
The younger one swiftly took out the little box in his pocket, and placed the finger on John's rough hand. He smiled and he got a little flustered.
"It's like yours." He looked down at George's hand.
George then grabbed John's hand and led him to the couch, where they had some naughty Valentine's Day fun.