Lucy In The Sky

I Want To Hold Your Hand

LUCY'S P.O.V
Lettering was one of my favourite classes in school, and I was particularly looking forward to this lesson because I got to see John! The idea of giving John's poem to Pete had completely left my mind, I decided it would be cruel to show it to Pete; as it's obvious how much love and devotion John had put into the piece of writing about this Julia girl.  Despite me desperately wanting John to taste his own medicine, I thought that would be going too far.
I walked into class and went to my usual table, where Vicky would usually be sat next to me. I was one of the last people in class, but it didn't matter because as usual- our teacher was late.
Just as I slumped my bag onto the floor next to my chair and went to sit down, I heard a deep voice call out my name. To my surprise I looked around and saw it was John! He walked up to me, looking slightly concerned.
"Hello Miss Henderson. I'm sorry I didn't give back ye pen earlier, I was in a bit of a rush. 'Ere ya go. Sorry 'bout that, love." He said as he tugged my pen outside of his leather jacket's pocket to hand to me.
"Urm, it's okay. Thanks." I replied. This was probably the first time John had ever came up to me without wanting anything from me, so I was pretty surprised and wasn't sure what to say. He still intimidated me a great deal. Do I give him the poem? Honestly, he really scares me, so I did consider pretending I never had the poem at all and just chucking it out as soon as possible.
He gave me a small cheeky smile and went to walk away.
"John! Wait! I have something I think is yours." I stuttered. He quickly turned back around to face me and gave me a puzzled look. My heart was pounding, how will he react? What if it isn't even his poem! Suddenly I was doubting everything.
"What is it, love?"
I pulled out the poem from my pocket, unfolded it and flattened it a little so he could clearly see what it was. He took hold of it, so we were both holding each end of the paper and he just stared at it. As I looked at him, I saw a different guy. John, a man I am used to being so loud and rowdy had suddenly transformed into this quiet, emotional boy.
"Well, is it yours?" I questioned. Heart still pounding.
"Urm, yes. Thank you so much. I wondered where this was, gave me an 'eart attack! Thanks." he said slowly taking it from my hand, voice trembling. "You... didn't read it, did you?" His eyes looked worried, as if he knew his reputation could be shattered into a million tiny pieces if any one found out about this. This is the first time I saw John like this... the first time I saw John like anyone else. He was just a boy with feelings, real emotions... just like the rest of us.
"I did. I'm sorry if you didn't want me too... I really am!" I said worryingly. He looked up at me and gave me a look as if to say 'it's all right'.
"Honestly, I thought it was beautiful. I... I didn't realise you write? Do you mind me asking who Julia is?" I didn't know if asking this was taking it a little too far, or too personal, but he replied anyway.
"She was me mam." At this moment, I thought John was going to cry. He shut his eyes and clenched onto the poem. Suddenly my stomach dropped and a terrible feeling of guilt came upon me. She was his mother.
"Oh my God. John... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" I started, but then he cut me off.
"It's okay, honestly. I'm glad you liked it. Just don't mention it, yeah?" he smiled. "Listen, do ya wanna come n sit with me? At my table that is. In this lesson. Yanno. I see Vicky aint here and you're mates with her aren't ya? Cynthia'll be just fine, she's got Florence for company! Ya don't have to... but it's just me n Mike this lesson, you're welcome to join us" he pointed to where his table was in the middle of the room. "it's not like Mike is that interesting either!" he whispered into my ear.
Oh my God, John Lennon just asked me to sit with him. This tough teddy boy wanted me to sit with him! I really must have tugged on his heart strings with that poem of his I found! I simply nodded and picked up my bag and he lead me to the seat next to his at the table.
Honestly, I was pretty nervous to sit next to him. What kind of things do I discuss with a boy? Yes. He was one of the first boys I had ever spoke to properly... apart from Paul, of course. He got out his Lettering book from his bag, it was a tatty, battered old book. I did the same, except pulling out my pristine sketch pad, it looked brand new next to John's. He opened up his book and flicked through a couple of the pages before he reached his most recent piece of work. To my surprise, they were bloody excellent!
"John, I never knew you were such an artist!" I declared. He giggled and was about to say something just as the teacher walked in.
"Miss Henderson! What a change! Mr Lennon, eh?" the teacher announced to the entire class. I felt the whole room look my way, and a wave of 'ooooh's' came my direction.
"Aint I lucky, Sir!" John proclaimed. I guess he was used to the stares and the attention on him all the time, whereas he could tell I was not used to it. He grabbed hold of my forearm and squeezed it a little, as if to say 'it's okay, you're my little friend now'. The teacher had a good point though, John very rarely sat with girls, he always hung around with his teddy boy group in class and at breaks, despite having every girl swoon over him. My friend, Cynthia Powell, was one of the girls in particular, who had a real interest in John. In fact, I kept seeing her look at us both, we kept communicating through eye contact and lip reading. 'John! John! You're so lucky!' she would mouth, eyes wide open in awe.
I guess I was pretty lucky to sit next to John... he wasn't that bad after all.

PAUL'S P.O.V
It had only been a few minutes since I last saw Lucy, yet I already missed her sweet, heavenly scent and her adorable little dimples that sat half way down her cheeks. Naturally I couldn't concentrate in class, why would I spend my time thinking about Still Life Drawing's when I could think about Lucy's captivating blue eyes? I imagined our fingers entwined whilst I gently ran my hand down her soft face and across her sun kissed cheeks, then proceeding to tenderly kiss her desirable rosy lips.
Ohh! I cannot stop thinking about her!