Paul and I left for the party, and I was so nervous about everything. Would John like his present? Would Patti and Maureen like me? Who was going to be at that party? I kept fidgeting and Paul noticed, because he took my hand kissed it and told me that everything was going to be fine and that everyone would love me. I was hoping that he was right. I was clutching the little gift wrapped box to my chest. I noticed Paul grinning, and then he finally said, “Luv, what have you got to be nervous about? You are a knock out! If anything everyone should be nervous about meeting you. You look absolutely gorgeous, so just calm down, and try not to break that box. Wouldn’t want John to get a broken present now would you?”
I began to calm down and my confidence was boosted by Paul’s smooth charm. Paul parked the car and we were soon headed towards a dark building a few yards away from the main house. As we entered, we were directed to hide behind the couch. A few minutes later John appeared in the doorway, and then I heard him say, “What the fuck?” He turned on the lights and everyone shouted, “Happy Bird day John!”
John didn’t like the fact of the surprise party, but he soon got into the mood. He saw me and immediately came over. I’d been talking with Richie, George, Pattie, and Maureen, when John walked up, and kissed my cheek. I turned around, and our lips met. I blushed in embarrassment, and he reddened as well. I handed him his present, and he looked down at me surprised. He tore off the gift wrapping, and took the bracelet out of the box, and examined it. On the outside it said Winston, and then he turned it over and put on his glasses to read the inscription.
Winston,
I remember what you said even though you probably didn’t want me too. I just want to let you know you will always be my bright and shiny knight. Charlie
P.S. I love you... too.
He didn’t read the inscription out loud because he knew it was meant only for him. He looked at me, kissed my cheek, thanked and hugged me, and then announced my new nick name from now on was to be Charlie. I was sure that my face was as red as my dress by the time he got through with his “announcements.” Being dubbed Charlie at the party marked me for life. I was no longer Char, but Charlie. John made that exceptionally clear. John put on the identification bracelet, telling me how it was the greatest gift he had ever received. I just blushed at the comment as he kissed my cheek again. Soon Pattie and Maureen were back and talking non-stop. They knew a lot about shopping and invited me on a shopping spree or two, which I accepted.
I finally had the chance to really look around, and notice some of the guests at the party, of course Brian, Mal, and, Neil were there, but so were the Rolling Stones, the Beach Boys, and other very famous celebrities. I soon noticed that many guys were crowding around me, and several had already asked me to dance, when Paul finally found me, and took me out on the “dance floor”. I was glad that Paul found me, because I felt extremely overwhelmed at being surrounded by so many celebrities.
Paul and I danced for a very long time, but eventually the birthday boy got his wish and swept me onto the dance floor. John held me close as we danced, and I could feel some tension growing in him. I didn’t know how to respond to his sudden tension. I just swayed to the music, and soon the tension eased away, and then John whispered in my ear, “I won’t get my wish, love. Paul has her, but I did love the gift. Thank you Charlie. I love you.” I shifted a little bit so that I could see his face, and I saw that he had meant what he said.
“John, I don’t want to hurt anyone, you understand that. Oh, please tell me that you understand,” I pleaded.
“Yes, love. I understand. You belong with McCartney, I am such a fuck up anyway, I would probably destroy your innocence. I don’t want you to worry about me. I hope you are having fun,” John continued to whisper into my ear.
Finally the song was over, and Pattie and Maureen came over to talk with me some more. “So, Charlie, what is going on between you and Johnny?” Pattie giggled.
“We are just friends. He saved me from a very compromising position.”
“Well if you don’t watch him, he will put you into one!” Pattie said. Maureen and I laughed at the warning.
“Pattie, don’t scare her. You know who her date is! Paul certainly has found a very nice girl. Is it true that you really threw a Danish in Richie’s face. Sometimes I feel like doing that!” Maureen said.
“Yes, and he wasn’t too thrilled over it,” I blushed.
“Don’t be embarrassed, he can talk about it with a smile, and even said he needed the wake up call,” Maureen giggled.
I felt two arms wrap around my waist, and then Paul said, “So what have you ladies been talking about?”
“Nothing in particular,” I said and Pattie and Maureen giggled. Paul arched his eyebrows in suspicion and then kissed me. I then asked Maureen where the restroom was and she pointed it out to me. As I was going to the bathroom I noticed John gazing after me. I didn’t think much of it and went to the ‘loo’. I touched up my make up and then went back out. I talked to a lot of people, and danced with Richard and George. Soon the musty, smoke filled air was getting to me so I headed out for some fresh air. I got out and found that it was very cold. I was about to go back in when I felt a jacket being placed over my shoulders.
“You look a little chilled. Just thought to come out here and give you a nice warm jacket,” John said.
“Thanks John. Hey, you wouldn’t know where Paul is would you? I am getting really tired and it’s getting pretty late.”
“I think he is inside getting stoned, if you would like to go home though, I’d take you,” John replied.
“You wouldn’t mind?” I asked.
“For you, Naw. Besides everyone is in there getting stoned with the Stones, besides I wanted to stay sober tonight, don’t know why really, just wanted to be sober,” John sighed then continued awkwardly, “By the way I love the gift you gave me. The message was endearing. I don’t know why I am telling you this, I mean I don’t usually tell many people, birds especially, how I feel...”
I hugged John, and his arms wrapped around me. I felt safe, and warm in his strong embrace. “John, you don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone anything, if you don’t want me too. Besides, I love you too much to do anything to hurt you. If I do hurt you, I do that unintentionally.”
“Charlie, you have never hurt me, well except for that little episode back at the hotel in New York, but all has been forgiven. Fuck New York. You are here among friends! Now where would you like to go,” John told me, and I knew he meant what he said. I felt like I could read him, and I knew he could read me.
“I just want to go home. I am tired, and it has been a long day. I need rest,” I said disoriented.
“Well getting a plane ticket maybe tough at this hour.”
“Haha. I am so glad that someone can joke at this ungodly hour, but I do want some sleep, and if I wait on Paul, I may as well just ask Maureen about a guestroom!” I snapped.
“Okay, luv, your wish is my command, although you are keeping John Lennon, the life of the party, from his usual duties!” John feigned amazement. I just patted his shoulder in mock sympathy.
We headed for John’s Rolls and got in, at that moment I knew I didn’t want Paul to drive home, because of his current condition. I then noticed that John was holding up Paul’s keys as well as George’s. I just laughed and shook my head. “Paulie, can ask Maureen about that guestroom!” John laughed.
“You are the sneakiest, and the greatest,” I sighed.
He cranked up the car and we were off. John wasn’t the greatest driver in the world, I knew that from the drive to Paul’s that first night, but he was a bit more careful this time. He seemed to be distracted and I noticed that we weren’t headed to Paul’s flat, which was my current home. He was driving out of London and into the country, but it wasn’t to his home either. After awhile John pulled over to the side of the road, turned the car’s engine off, then turned to face me. I saw a strange expression pass over his face, and I began to tense up. John noticed and reached a hand out to me, and grasped my hand. He turned the hand over and kissed my palm, and then looked up and said, “Oh, love, don’t be scared of me. I won’t do anything you don’t want me too. I drove out here to find out what has been bothering you. I didn’t mean to shake you up. I just thought it was a lovely spot with a great view.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that this has happened to me before. Being driven out to a secluded area, only the intentions were different...” I trailed off as those long forgotten memories came back. A shudder went through my body, and I threw myself into John’s arms and cried, from all the pain that had been locked within me for so long.
“Please tell me what happened. I want... need to know how to help you,” John sighed.
“Okay, but please promise that you will try to understand, and that you won’t judge me,” I whispered through my tears.
“I can’t judge...” John sighed and then finished, “the woman I love.”
I got the courage to look into his face, and I discovered a look of longing in his eyes. I summoned up all of my strength, and then I dealt the blow that would kill that look. “Back when I lived in Devil’s Pit, there was this guy name David Torkens. He was the sheriff’s son, and everyone knew he liked me a lot. One night he saw me walking down the road, heading to my home and he offered me a ride. I got into the car, but instead he turned the car in the opposite direction and he drove us deep into the woods. I was getting really scared, and then he stopped the car. I was about to get out when he grabbed me. Somehow he managed to get me into his backseat, and from there...” My strength left me as more tears began to fall. I thought John was going to just looked shocked, and he wouldn’t want to look at me anymore, but instead he held me closer to him, running one of his soft callused hands through my long dark hair. “I’m sorry that happened to you, love, but why do you hate your father so much? I still don’t understand that.”
“After what happened. David left me in the woods, with torn clothes. I was found the next day unconscious. I was taken to the hospital, and the sheriff came to question me. When I told the sheriff that it was his son that raped me, he just didn’t believe it. My father was ashamed to know it happened, but for once that piece of gossip never got around, after all it was the sheriff’s son. A few months later I found out I was pregnant. I told my sister, and she kept it quiet, but my father soon caught on when he saw my many days of morning sickness. In one of my father’s fits of rage, he ended up throwing me down the stairs. I ended up losing the baby, and I nearly died. Once I was well, my father disowned me and kicked me out. I ended up quitting school and moving to New York, and that is where you saved me. That’s why I act so tough, and that was why I made such a big deal about you saying I was a virgin, because it brought back the memories, and it wasn’t really true!” I cried even harder if that was possible and John’s shirt was soaked through with my tears.
“I never knew that happened. No wonder you were always on my damn case! I am so sorry. If I ever get my hands on that fucking swine I’ll...” I stopped John with a kiss. The kiss grew deeper and longer. My hands were flowing throw John’s silky auburn hair. After a few minutes John stopped, and said that we had to get home.
He drove to his home, and carried me into his bedroom. I don’t know what came over me, but at that very moment as John pulled back the sheets, and laid me down on his bed I knew I was ready for anything. John sat down beside me and ran his hand down my face, neck, chest, and rested his hand on the pit of my stomach. He bent down and kissed me, and I found myself tugging at his shirt, it came untucked, and he soon had it off and it was thrown haplessly onto the floor. I ran my hands up his chest and he got on top of me, leaning down and kissing me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I caressed his with mine. John’s hands began to explore me, but he soon came to a dilemma with my red dress. I leaned up and his hands found the zipper on the back of the dress and he quickly solved the dilemma. He didn’t take the dress off though, instead he got off of me a for a few moments, and took off my shoes, and panty hose, and said, “Much better love.” He then got back on me and began to slip the dress off, and began to smile as he took in the full sight of me. He gently caressed and whispered words of love to me. I noticed him growing hard, and as a forward gesture, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. On an impulse I slipped my hand into his underwear and stroked his silky shaft with my hand, he moaned at my touch, and grew harder. He pulled my hand away, and he must have noticed the confusion on my face and laughed. He took my underwear off and then slipped out of his own. He was soon in me, and I moaned, as his gentle thrusts became more rapid. After what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy he exploded in me, and then collapsed, a few seconds later, he managed to roll off of me. John laid beside me, and looked at me with a smile of contentment on his face. I stroked his cheek with my hand, and he took it and kissed each of my fingers.
“I love you, Charlene. I loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I know this may sound awkward, but who gives a shite, you are what has been missing from my life. I need you love,” John whispered. His arms wrapped around me, and the look in his eyes told me he meant what he said. He kissed me, and we laid like that wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time, until I drifted to sleep in his loving embrace.
I awoke to sunlight beaming through the curtains. John’s sturdy arms were still wrapped around me, and my legs were tangled with his legs, and the sheets. I just laid there and watched him sleeping peacefully. I leaned down and kissed him. He woke up when my lips met his, and kissed me back.
“Good morning, to you too!” I laughed.
“My aren’t we in high spirits today?” John grinned.
We ended up in the shower together, and when we got out, he gave me one of his bathrobes to wear. I didn’t know what I was going to end up wearing, and John thought that my slight trouble was funny, although I found it horrible. I rang up George, amazingly enough he had made it to his home. I explained what had happened to a certain extent, and told him that I needed some clothing. George was slightly amused at the fact that I was with John, and he knew why I was with him. George told me not to worry, that he would bring me some clothes, and asked what size I was. I fixed some eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast, and George finally arrived about an hour and a half later, after my call. John answered the door, and directed George to the sunroom, where I had been lounging on the couch. I quickly stood up when I heard George chuckle.
“I see you have finally made your choice. I knew you’d go with your heart.” George smirked.
“Wipe that smirk off of your face and give me the damn clothes,” I said exasperated.
George grinned and handed me a bag. He’d brought me a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I headed for a bathroom and got dressed quickly, and ran a brush through my tangled hair. When I came out I heard George talking to John. “So what happened between you two last night? You know Paul is going to be pissed.” “Well let him be. He can go fuck off!” Their conversation came to an abrupt end when I walked into the room.
“John, did you tell George, about what happened?” I asked.
“Yes he...” George was cut off by John.
“No, I didn’t tell him that. I wasn’t sure if you wanted him to know. It is up to you to tell him. Besides I wouldn’t want you kicking me arse the night after we confessed our love,” John said. I kissed him and he held me to give me strength. With John’s arms around me protecting me, I told George about my past, by the time I had finished tears streaked my face, and John was once again comforting me. George looked shocked, indignant, and upset over what I told him. I knew he felt the same way as John, over what he would do if he ever got his hands on that fucking swine. Out of the blue the phone began to ring. John picked it up.
“Hello, this is Lennon, what do ya want?” John said into the receiver. A strange look passed over his face and he covered the receiver and then whispered, “Fuck, it’s Paul.”
I began to worry, and knew I would have to face this sooner or later, so I chose to deal with this problem sooner rather than later. “John, give me the phone.”
“I don’t know if that is such a good idea, luv,” George whispered.
“John, just give me the damn phone!” I said more forcefully.
He handed me the phone, and I heard Paul rambling on the other end, I interrupted him. “Hello, Paul.”
“What the hell are you doing over there? I mean when I got home this morning you weren’t here, and I had to walk back to me bloody flat! Why in the hell did you take my fucking keys!?” Paul yelled.
“Damn it, Paul, you were completely drunk out of your mind! I wasn’t about to let you drive home, as smashed as you were!” I shot back.
“No you were waiting on Lennon, so you could go home with him and fuck your brains out!”
“You God damned bastard! How dare you. It wasn’t like he left me stranded at that party!”
“So you don’t deny that you fucked Lennon all night long! You fucking bitch! Come over here and get your stuff now! I don’t want to ever see you again!” He roared and then slammed the receiver down.
Amazingly enough I was calm when I cradled the phone. I told John that we had to go over to Paul’s to get my things, George had crept out and left during my heated conversation with Paul. John drove me to Paul’s flat. I was a little frightened as I knocked on the door. Paul wrenched the door opened and stood back to let me in. I headed straight for my room and got out my suitcases and began to pack up my things with a vengeance. I felt a hand on my shoulder and noticed that John was there, and he put some of my things into my suitcase. He was helping me pack and trying to keep me calm. I felt like I was going to explode from all the anger that raged in me. My anger was like a storm ready to crash down.
When all of my possessions were packed away, John and I went downstairs carrying my luggage. John unlocked the trunk and I threw my suitcase in, he took more precaution loading in my other suitcase. Just as John and I were about to leave Paul stormed out of the house and charged after John.
“You fucking bastard! You have to have them all don’t you?! How long is it going to last?! When are you going to find another cheap, teasing tart?!” Paul shouted, and then hit John.
John lost it then, and struck back at Paul like some force I had never seen before. “Don’t you ever call her that you jealous fuck! Besides I saw her first! All you wanted was another bird to brag about you arrogant bastard! Don’t you tell me a bloody fucking thing about principles! You don’t love her, you don’t even know her!” John roared.
I managed to grab John, before he could do anymore damage to Paul. John backed off, and Paul just laid on the ground, where John had shoved him, wiping blood from his nose and lower lip. John and I got back into the Rolls and headed to no where in particular. John kept stealing glances at me, and he finally broke the silence quite awkwardly, “I’m sorry about what he said. He didn’t mean it. He was just pissed off that the McCartney charm didn’t work on you.”
“Don’t apologize for him. He doesn’t deserve it. Maybe he is right about me. I feel awful about what I did to him. I kind of led him on, and I didn’t really love him,” I whispered. “Oh, John do you think we could stop at the bank? I want to see if they have transferred my account yet. I have a little savings, and I need to pay a debt.”
“Sure, love.”
He stopped at the bank and I went inside. I talked with a very nice gentleman, about my account and everything had been settled, and the amount of money I currently had was well over four hundred pounds. I had been saving ever since I got my first job in New York. I took out a hundred and fifty pounds of my savings and then I went back out into the car.
“John, take me back to Paul’s, I have one last score to settle with him.”
John drove back to Paul’s, and I went up to the door and knocked once more. He opened the door a bit bewildered that I had returned. I gave him one hundred pounds and said, “Now I don’t owe you a damn thing! Have a nice life asshole!” I then turned around, leaving him standing in the doorway his mouth agape, and got back into the car with John. When we were driving back towards home, John asked me what that was all about, and I explained to him, about Paul and his present. He nodded understandingly, and I think he knew that I didn’t want to feel like I owed Paul anything.
“I shouldn’t have even tried with Paul, I mean I knew I felt something for you,” I mumbled.
“What was that, love?” John asked.
“Oh, I was just rambling on to myself.”
“Well I am interested in those ramblings so spill.”
“I was just thinking that I shouldn’t have even tried with Paul. I knew I liked you, but I was just really confused at the time and Paul seemed like the easy way out. I didn’t want to hurt him,” I sighed.
“He’ll get over it. Wounded pride isn’t something to bother with worries. Besides if he does hold a grudge against you, it could be hazardous to everyone, and besides it would prove my point of him being a spoiled, selfish, arrogant fuck,” John said nonchalantly.
“You have such a great and true philosophy of life, Johnny,” I said and leaned over to kiss him.
“Well I mostly keep it to m’self, besides I couldn’t have been a bloody fucking teacher...” John trailed, and then I presumed he went into his own world of thoughts. I still can’t imagine what could go through John’s mind that he found so amusing, well actually I have ideas, but I suppose I am as dirty-minded as him, so I will just leave off.
We pulled up into John’s drive, but I paid little attention to that. I was thinking of only John. When we stopped he shook me and that snapped me back. We got out and got my luggage, and he took my things into his bedroom. I suppose that meant, the start of our relationship. He had a large closet, and said I could put my things where ever I found room in a drawer, and there was always that closet space. I began to unpack, and before long I found a place for everything. I then decided to tidy up the room. Our clothes from the pervious night were strewn about the floor, among some other clothes belonging to John, which were strewn about the entire room. After a long and tiresome search for a hamper, I finally found one and threw all of the dirty things in. I finished finding a place for little things and John’s aftershave bottles on the dresser, and John came in and was amazed.
“Woman, I better be able to find things in here!” He shouted with a laugh.
“Like you could find anything before I bet!” I replied.
“I had a working system...” I kissed him before he had a chance to explain “his working system”. I think he was quite impressed with my progress. “I knew I had a shag carpet, around here somewhere,” he mumbled after our kiss. I playfully hit him on the back. Our joyful playing soon had us heaped on the bed and laughing. We then began to kiss and hold each other, and one thing led to another and we were making love yet again. Shortly after our busy morning/afternoon, I awoke and found myself alone in the room. I could hear some beautiful music coming from downstairs, and I followed the melodies, until I found John sitting Indian style on the floor strumming his guitar, a notepad at his feet with an ashtray, and a lit ciggie in his mouth. I stood in the doorframe eyes closed, content to hear him play, when I noticed he had suddenly stopped, and then I heard a laugh. I jumped, obviously startled, and the laughter grew in its intensity.
“Like that did you?” John asked. He put out the ciggie and got up. I could only nod. He came over to me, and folded his arms about me, and kissed me lightly on the lips. I made a face, because of his breath. He grinned, and kissed me again. I ignored his breath and kissed him back. “Thought so! You love me, even beyond me stinky breath!” John exclaimed. I put my fingers on his lips, and he lightly stroked my cheek with his hand. I loved the way John touched me. He was so gentle. After an eternity in his loving arms, I realized that I was hungry.
“John, I am hungry. Lets go see what we can find in the kitchen,” I said.
“Sorry, love, but the kitchen is a woman’s duty.”
“Not if you want to eat!” I shot back.
He playfully grimaced and joined me in the kitchen. All I could really find were vegetables, cold cuts, mayonnaise, and bread, that is besides what we had earlier for breaky. “How do you survive?” I sighed. I got out the bread, Mayo, and cold cuts, and made sandwiches, while John put some water on for tea. I made four sandwiches, because I knew John’s eating habits. We sat down at the table and just as I thought John quickly scarfed down two sandwiches and was already on the third. I was munching away on my sandwich, and carefully sipping at the hot tea. The phone rang and I jumped to answer it, hoping it was George so I could tell him what went on. I said, “Hello,” and heard a shocked silence at the end.
“Hello?” I repeated.
“Charlie? What are you doing at John’s?” Richie asked bewildered.
“Long story Rich. Paul was being an asshole and I suppose I had some feelings for John...” I trailed.
“Oh,” was Richie’s startled reply. “Well I called to ask John why George said that Paul and John had something to work out. I suppose I know now. My lips are sealed, besides you and John look better together anyway. I always knew you two would end up together.”
“Rich, would you like to talk to John?” I asked.
“Sure.”
John got up, an amused smile crossing his lovely face, and took the phone from me. I only heard a small part of the conversation, and then John snorted and laughed. I felt strange listening into the conversation, so I went into the sunroom, found an interesting book and curled up on one of the couches, to wait for John to come after me. After a few more minutes of John’s laughter he strutted into the room and grinned like mad.
“What?” I asked bewildered.
He picked me up into his arms and kissed me. I was a little shocked, and his grin widened. “Richie got a call from Paul, about how I had kicked his arse, and said that Paul wanted to know everything that Rich knew about you and me. Rich kept his word and didn’t spill a thing. He just called to see if Paul was really telling the truth or suffering from hangover. He was quite stunned to hear you answer the phone,” John began to laugh like mad, as he held me, and we ended up falling backwards, landing safely, and tangled in each other’s arms, on the couch. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, until we heard a knock at the door. We both groaned, and he ended up answering the door, and a few minutes later Richard, and George were coming into the sunroom. Rich blushed at my disarrayed appearance, George smirked, trying to look only a little bit amused, but I could tell he was laughing rather hard on the inside. John burst in behind them and jumped on the couch beside me, his arm snaking its way around my shoulders. George sat down in a Chair, and Richard took the other couch.
“So the press would like to know, how long do you two plan to stay together?” George quipped.
“Sod off!” John replied and then kissed me. I blushed and this got the others laughing.
“Would anyone like some tea or anything to drink?” I asked.
“Sure!” They said in unison.
I went into the kitchen, and had no idea where the tea bags were. “John, where are the tea bags?” I shouted back into the sunroom. “Here, There and everywhere, love!” He shouted in reply.
“That’s it! You get your smug little ass in here and show me now, because if I find it you will wear it!” I shouted back.
The sunroom erupted with laughter from Richard and George, as John sprinted into the kitchen. I heard George shout, “Run Johnny, Run!”
In reply John gruffly shouted, “Sod off you filthy lot!”
The teabags were finally found, and I was soon serving tea, and we all had a nice friendly chat. George had quite the wit about him, and was almost as caustic as John could be, while Rich was just the kindest, sweetest person. I was glad to have such great friends, even if it was a bumpy ride to that friendship. In my mind I kept hoping that maybe Paul would come to his senses, and we could at least be friends, but with what happened earlier that day I knew that would be an extremely long journey with many obstacles crossing that path. I felt horrible for leading Paul on, and then betraying him. All of those thoughts coursed through my mind as John and I sat and talked with George and Rich, well those thoughts among other things...
George and Richard left eventually and that left John and me alone for the rest of the evening and night. Actually John and I mainly talked and held each other. He wanted to hear about my past, and I held nothing back, and told him everything there was to know about me. He was shocked when he found out that my mother had run out on the family when I was six. Our lives were quite similar, in some ways. He told me about his memories of his mother, how it was like living with his Aunt Mimi, and old times with the guys. After awhile we just trailed off in our conversation, and I found myself gazing into his light brown eyes, and drowning in their depth.
John’s soft hands began to run through my long black hair, he leaned down and kissed me on my forehead, then onto my cheek, and finally on my lips. His hands had found their way onto my cheeks where he gently held my face and caressed my cheeks. I rubbed my face against his hand, and then he kissed me again, a deeper longer kiss.
“How can you love me?” I asked.
“How can you question it?” He replied.
“It’s just... I have been hurt so much. I know you love me, but I don’t know why, or how. I suppose deep down I knew about my feelings for you, but I never thought you could feel the same way if you knew everything,” I sighed, and bowed my head in shame. He lifted my chin with his long artistic fingers, and kissed me.
“That is the past. I know it can be hard to bury, but you have to leave it behind. Look at me, giving out advice that I can barely follow. You think I haven’t been hurt? I am trapped in my fame, and I hide behind the image of being a fucking Beatle! I don’t mean to sound harsh. Hell look at all you’ve been through,” John ran his hand through his hair, symbolizing confusion, and awkward defeat. He folded his arms around me, and held me tight.
“Just hold me. I know I am safe when I am with you. I can feel everything you feel.”
“I hope not!” He said breathily. He had hardened in a matter of moments. I giggled, and he grinned deviously. I ran up the stairs, but somehow he managed to get there first. By the time I got to our room (well it was our room... we were sharing it *cough*) he was already in the bed, sheets in a tangled mass at the foot of the bed. I laughed at the sight, and I jumped into the bed after him. He somehow managed to catch me, (he had very strong arms) lift me quickly, and swing me under him, where I was lying on the bed and he was on top of me...