''John Winston Lennon it's time for church and do not try to sneak out the winds I see you young man!''

Jesus Christ and I thought the old bat lost her eyesight apprently not.

''Coming auntie!'' Fixing my horrendously ugly tweed suit MiMi insisted I wear I make my way down the narrow stairs.

''Ready auntie?'' She doesn't even respond just grabs my arm and slips hers into the crevice of my elbow.

The walk wasn't long per say but the constant nagging of ''you need to go to church more boy God knows what you need to be cleansed of? Maybe you can find a nice girl?''

First off MiMi you know I'm not religious and second off I'm as queer as Ringo's eyes are blue. I couldn't say that at risk of a slap to the head.

Making our way to the gothic looking church filled with stained class Windows as high as the ceiling.

Slipping in a pew towards the middle the preacher is just staring what I believe is the sermon. Zoning out and managing to play a few rounds of candy crush with out getting noticed. I nearly jump as I hear a clatter of a heavy book.

I turn and see a young boy in a white cloak picking up a very heavy song book. I don't see his face but I see a tousled brown hair sticking up.

He straightens back up and dear Jesus that boy looks like a angel. He has cherub cheeks red as a cherry. Eyelashes as long as any model. Lips pouty and red like a painting.

I can't help staring even when he starts singing with what must be the children's choir. And God his voice is so beautiful and pure. The rest of the boring mass passed slowly by.

After the final amen I told MiMi I'll be home later. When in reality I was waiting for angel boy so I can say hi atleast and not be so creepy.

A good ten minutes pass until I see him walking out with a flannel shirt and some uh very short shorts. I keep staring until he nearly walks pass me.

''Uh hey you sing really good kid.''

He seemed confused until he turned around and saw me. A blushing mess of a twenty-four year old.

''Oh thank you I don't get many compliments! Oh and how rude of me I'm Paul, Paul McCartney.''

Hmmm Paul cute name for a cute kid.

''Well I can't see why your voice is very good Paul.''

I let the name roll of my tongue and it feels so good.

''Oh and anyway how old are you and were are you heading?''

Way to go John why don't you get all the points in creepiness.

''I'm fourteen and I'm heading towards the ice cream parlor.''

Dear fuck I thought he just looked young I didn't think he was actually that young.

''You can join me if you want mister?''

Well how can I say no to that face.

''Sure. Call me John though Paul.''

''Haha ok then John lets go!''

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