Strawberry Fields Forever

Chapter 3

Johns pov:
I quickly stopped, turned around and made my way back to George. As i was walking towards George i turned my head back around to look at the bird i left abruptly behind me, i was half expecting her to be looking at me walking away but she just continued walking. I made it to George and he gave me a smirk. "Runnin' after some bird, Lennon?" I just brushed off his words as i turned to him. "Not like ye can actually talk to birds, Hassa." i say as i ruffled his hair. "Anyways 'mon we need to get Macca." i said as i started walking looking at him behind me.

After we got to the house that night, I couldn't get that bird, Effie, out of my mind. I lay back on me bed and turned to see everyone in a collective discussion about god knows what, me and Paul catch eyes and i knew that he knew something was bothering me. Thankfully Paul didn't say anything about it to the lads and came over to me handing me a ciggy, i thanked him quietly as Richard and George were now full on acting out a Shakespeare play, i joined in as i turned to Paul and started dramatically over vocalising. "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Paul began laughing which sent us all in fits of laughter. As it got late everyone ended up going to their beds, while i feel like time is moving quick as all i have is the bird on me mind. Why is a bird taking up all me thoughts? Ive never thought about a bird like this before and she hardly spoke any words to me. I need to focus on me band.

The next morning the lads said they were going out to the record shop, i hardly got any sleep last night, so i decided when that lads are out ill take a nap. I was suddenly emerged from my sleep by the door opening and Ringo and George flooding in, they sat on the couch near the piano. I looked at the door waiting for Paul to walk in but when he didn't i turned to the lads and before i began questioning them i see the look on their faces where the same as mine. "Where's Macca went?" George said turning to Ringo, Ringo just shrugged and begun pulling out different new rock albums from a bag. "I swear he was right behind me." George said still looking at Richard. "Calm down George, he's probably just ran away." Richard said with a serious tone meanwhile still taking albums out the bag. "Anyways he better be back soon because we have to practice." I said jumping up off me bed and making me way towards Richard to see what rubbish albums they've picked up. It was getting close to five o'clock when the door opened, Interrupting our game of cards. Paul skipped in with a huge grin on his face. "Where have you been? you look like you've just won the lottery, what's got you so cheery?" George said with a slight chuckle in his voice. "Enough with the questions, Ive just seen me childhood best friend." Paul said grinning. "The imaginary one?" I said, Richard and George started snickering as Paul's grin faded and he said. "You'll all see tomorrow that I've not been lying, Effie is real." I put down cards in my hand stuck state of shock. "Effie?" I said aloud quietly. "What?" Richard turned to me. "Nothing" i said not looking at him as stared at the table with the cards on it as George started dealing out cards for everyone. The lads agreed to practise tomorrow and just take this night to relax. Everyone was now in bed as my thoughts where still racing, Is Effie a common name? Do ye think it's Effie? Like the Effie i met? As my floor was in the ground i sat up looking over to Pauls bed. "Macca" i said a couple of times in a harsh whisper. "He finally turned around and looked at me. "What is it?" He said in a sleepy whisper. "Is, by any chance, Effie got a Scottish accent?" I asked him. That seemed to wake him right up and i saw him sit up straight on his bed with the moonlight lighting. "How did you know that?" He said while pointing at me as if he was accusing me, not even bothering if he woke up the other lads. "I think i may have talked to her." I said with a straight face, i started getting confused at why he was suddenly acting so protective. He seemed to try calm himself down. "When did you talk to her?" He asked and i started recapping what had happened. "Hey lads, some of us are trying to get a bit of kip." Said Richard , we went back to whispering, Paul said I should've told him, how the hell would i have known to tell him? "Ye don't fancy her, do ye?" He said holding his breath, i think about it for a second. "Stop gossiping like a bunch of birds." I heard coming from George's bed, we both started laughing. I lay down and decided it would be better if i kept to myself as i answer Paul's question with a simple no and shook me head, even thought I'm unsure if he can even see me. Paul seemed happy with me answer as i saw him lay back down and drift back to sleep while me mind goes back to it's apparently new place it likes to be, thinking of Effie.

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