𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴)

❛❛chapter seven: dinner date❜❜

❧July 14, 1958☙

Time flies by when you're having fun. Ever since that kiss, John and I had been even closer. We weren't dating or anything, but he did make it more obvious he liked me. We'd been apart for a bit because we both were swamped with things to do and didn't have much time to do things together. It was a bit upsetting, but I couldn't complain too much because I often received mail from him. 

Early this morning, I shot out of bed excited for the postman. I was just hoping for just a card, or just a letter saying how much he missed me. Finally, I obtained an envelope and ran inside, and ripped it open. I sighed, realizing it was super long, and there were fewer drawings on it. Here and there, you'd see some of his iconic people or a dumb-looking cat, but there weren't as many as normal due to the minimal amount of space he had to sketch.

To my little girl... The time we spend together is so precious to me, but I've been missing your face ever since we'd been busier in our own lives— art school and all. I wish I were there right now to talk with you and get lost in your eyes. (Which are adorable and big with a beautiful shade of auburn in your irises— people kill for that kind of stuff, Lizzie.)

You're so beautiful! I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I'd say you should start modeling or something because you would totally smash it. Did I ever tell you about when I first saw you? I couldn't comprehend your beauty and grace. 

If that wasn't enough, you started to sing along with the songs. (Needless to say, I was a bit astonished you even knew them.) I believe I was playing Baby Let's Play House, and you stood up to dance with the others. I saw your smile and could hear your laughs as the little kids kept trying to get you to dance with them. All I could think about at the moment was how to impress you— so I started to show off a bit with the guitar. I don't think it quite caught your eye, but I still like to think you enjoyed my ability. After the gig was over, I met Paul; not much to say there because all I could think about was this cute bird— which was you. When I do think about you, which is often, I end up with a stupid grin on my face that just won't go away. I know it's silly to say, but it's true.

Actually maybe don't model, because I think the whole of England would fall in love with you. I'm just joking, and I really think you should. Well, enough about that, because that wasn't what I wanted to talk about. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me? Mimi and Mum have been getting along, and they were going to make some scran. If you do decide to go, I'll be there.

               Looking forward to this, much love, John.

I sat up on my bed and walked over to my closet to change. I decided on a red polka-dotted dress and leather boots with John's leather jacket. I fixed up my hair and prettied my face. I checked the time, and it was 2:43 pm. I had some time to kill, so I decided to go to town. I grabbed my purse and left the house. 

When I arrived, I ran into the record shop to see what new stuff they had. The Everly Brothers All I Have To Do Is Dream 45' seemed on demand because there was only one left. I quickly snatched it up and walked over to the register. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red Gibson Les Paul electric guitar.

"Woah... How much is that?" I asked the cashier.

"Ten pounds."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "You're joking, right?"

"No, I am not. It's a custom one." He matched my energy.

"You know nobody is going to buy it if you make it so expensive. I'll take it off your hands for... Le's say..." I thought and then grinned, "Four pounds."