𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴)

❛❛chapter twenty-six: live wire❜❜

When I came through the doors of the club, I saw Isaiah still with my mates. He was laughing and talking with them. He hadn't left? Why hadn't he left? Didn't John insult him? Why would he stay? After all the shit that just happened, he didn't get up and go. Was it for me? Was it cause he liked my friends? What possibly could've made him stay around? I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, failing to suppress giggles that were tumbling out of his mouth at what Paul had said. God, he was cute. How could some random guy already capture my heart? Everything about him was likable, not a single flaw. Isai was perfect and pure. My nerves calmed down a bit as I started walking over to them.

"Liz! You'll never guess what happened," George began to recap me, "Isaiah, you see, was tryin' to open Pattie's drink, but it sprayed every-"

I zoned out, not on purpose, though. I was just watching Ash's face change from laughing uncontrollably to trying to hide his amusement, so Pat didn't hit him. A smile formed in my lips like it was set in stone. I took my seat back next to my newest friend and started paying attention again.

Paul finished the story, "So after Pattie got dried again, Isai elbowed the drink onto her! Should've seen her face! She was going proper miffed about it."

"Shuddup, Macca!" She crossed her arms over her stained shirt.

Isaiah pouted, "I'm sorry about it still. I was payin' any attention."

My eyes focused on a piece of balled-up paper that was in his hair. One of the lads must've thrown it at him, and he hadn't noticed. I snickered to myself.

"I'm sure you are," Boyd scowled at him jokingly.

I brought my fingers up to his sandy locks and combed it out with my nails. It fell onto the seat, and he turned his head towards me. I quickly picked it up and showed it to him so that he didn't think I was just touching his hair for no reason. He took it from my hand gently and then narrowed his eyes at Paul.

Isaiah tutted, "Twit."

McCartney ducked behind Ringo as he chucked it back at him. George pushed Paul slightly, making him almost fall out of the booth.

"Hey, y'know where John is?" Cynthia asked as she sat down with us.

I hadn't even noticed she wasn't over here.

I sighed, "I dunno."

I didn't care to know right now. He probably was off sulking around somewhere. If he was going to be that way, fine by me. I'm not going to put up with his shitty act.

"You want help findin' him?"

My eyes widened when I realized who said that. Isaiah? What did he care?

She frowned, "No, no, I'm sure he'll turn up. Cheers, though."

"Right, if yer sure. I don't mind," He quaintly nodded at her.

This man ceases to amaze me. The generosity he had in his heart—I would've never guessed.

❧May 8, 1963☙

Almost just like that, Isaiah and I were stuck at the hip. Wherever I went, he was there beside me. He was great company, too; He didn't try peeling me away from my mates, nor did me make me feel crazy. Speaking of the lads, all but one loved him! And that one... Well, he and I weren't on the best of terms. Later I felt quite bad for being so harsh on him, and it wasn't all his fault. John did make a good point about already loving a guy I had just met. I need to be more careful, but it just came instantly with Marlon. He was indeed an angel sent from heaven for me. Only once in my life had I felt like this, and that was when I met John. But he didn't want me now, and he made that clear when he went off and decided to date Cynthia. I didn't need Lennon anyway; I'd gotten over him. I'd gotten over the way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me, the way he joked with me, the way he comforted me, the way he was there for me, the way he went out of his way to make me happy. All of that was behind me, without a doubt. John never even lingered in my mind, other than last night... And maybe the night before that one too— But that doesn't count! It's only because I was worried that I'd jeopardized our friendship again. I'd been so cold to him, like when I told him he ruined everything. Though, the old sod was being nasty to Isaiah and me, and for no good reason! If there was one, he hadn't enlightened me of what it might've been. Guess it was really wasn't my problem, aye?