Lucy In The Sky

Eight Days a Week

JOHN'S P.O.V

Fuck. How do I get out of here? I've had enough time to slick back my hair, just as my idol- Elvis does, and I've found me leather jacket and shoved that on too, I was ready to go but I couldn't let Mimi see me leave!

I'll have to climb out me window, go down the drain-pipe.

 

I pushed open my window as much as I could, and just before I decided to squeeze through the window frame and crawl down the pipe like a fuckin' spider, I remembered to grab the poems I promised to show Lucy. I shoved 'em in the back pocket of me drain pipe trousers and got through the window. Fuck, I knew they're drain pipe trousers but I sure wasn't expecting to be bloody sliding down any drain pipes in 'em! I wish I could just tell Mimi these things 'nd she'd understand and let me out the house without me having to sneak out all the time.

Once I got out, I legged it to the nearest bus stop and saw the bus I was meant to catch drive off down the road. 

This is taking the fuckin' piss! And without second thought, I ran as fast as I could and tried to catch up with the bus, thank goodness I managed to grab hold of the pole on the back of the bus and get on without anyone seeing me. When it came to the next stop I got on properly and bought a ticket. In reality, the journey to the Casbah was only 10 minutes long but it felt like hours, my stomach was churning, I was nervous to meet Lucy. I've fancied her for a while now, but I never thought she would go for a guy like me, she was too respectable. Plus I'd always see her with another bloke, they'd always look pretty close.

LUCY'S P.O.V

I had been waiting for 20 minutes alone now, I had never been in the Casbah before and I felt pretty intimidated. There were a lot of teddy boys and people in big groups, I was the only one on their own in the entire place! I was pretty certain John wasn't ever going to turn up, how embarrassing, being ditched on your first ever date I thought.

But just as I was about to pick up my bag and leave, I saw a flushed John Lennon rush through the door, looking rather panicked and out of breath. We made eye contact and smiled and he came to sit on the chair opposite me.

"I am so so sorry I'm late, I missed me bus." he said breathing heavily, grabbing my hand. I felt a tingle radiate through my entire body and I looked at my hand entwined with his, resting in the middle of the small coffee table. His hands were freezing.

"It's okay, honestly." I said shyly, looking down at my lap and blushing. 

I can't believe that I am sat here with John Lennon! On a date! Is this a dream? Is this really happening? 

"Would ye like a drink, pet?" he asked. 

"Could I get a coffee, please?" I said. Honestly, I wasn't even thirsty, my stomach was still churning from nerves, I just know that if I said 'no' that would have been very awkward. 

"Sure thing, I'll be right back." He smiled at me and went to the counter to get our drinks. Oh my, he is gorgeous. He gave me that big, goofy, toothy smile that he always does with his eyes half-closed. 

Man, that guy is so adorable. I also couldn't help but look at his bum. What am I thinking?! Stop it! Stop it now! That is John Lennon's bum you are staring at! Oh but look how positively great it looks when he bends over the counter like that! So round and- No, no, stop this Lucy!

Before I could finish my day dreams about John's bum, he walked back over with two coffees in his hand.

"Here we are, me lady!" He said, plopping it down in front of me. "Again, I am real sorry I'm so late! You must have been waiting so long! It won't happen again." 

Did he just use the word 'again'... does this mean there will be another date? My heart pounded with excitement of meeting him again, even though I was sat here with him now, and nothing else could be more perfect than that.

"It's okay, John! I told you, I'm fine." I said giggling. How sweet of him to be so worried, I couldn't believe I ever had those bad thoughts about him before I came, he would never treat me badly!

"I'm glad ye said you would come out with me tonight, it was such short notice n all. You're such a nice girl too y'know? I can't remember the last time I've gotten on so well with someone who ain't a lad! I didn't think we would have so much in common!" He said, taking a sip of his coffee. I couldn't help but laugh at him because the cream had left John a big white moustache across his top lip. 

"What?" he said, looking worried, as if I was laughing at something he'd said. I plucked up the courage to wipe his moustache off with my finger and wipe it on a napkin. His skin was so smooth, yet his top lip was slightly stubbly from where he had shaved. Whenever I touched him, it was like electricity was running through my veins!

"Oh! Well that's kinda embarrassing." he chuckled. 

"I agree with you though, it was a pleasure to have met you. I never would have guessed we'd have so much in common! Did you bring any of your poems?" I asked. He gave me a cheeky grin and reached into his trouser pocket. He pulled out a sheet of paper and I unfolded it, to see another spectacular poem!

I need your love
Guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love
Just like I need you
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
Ain't got nothing but love
Eight days a week

Love you every day girl
Always on my mind
One thing I can say girl
Love you all the time
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
Ain't got nothing but love babe
Eight days a week

Eight days a week
I love you
Eight days a week
Is not enough to show I care

Wow I thought. John really has got a talent for writing this stuff! I saw at the top of the paper he had called the poem 'Eight Days a Week', he was always so creative with the words he used, and this was another example. I still couldn't get over the fact- John Lennon, biggest teddy boy in school- wrote poems about love! They were extraordinary too!

"Oh John, this is truly beautiful! You have such a talent! This is wonderful, I love it so mu-" I never finished my sentence. This was because, after I read the poem I noticed there was another sheet of paper behind 'Eight Days a Week'. 

I was shocked at what I had discovered... It was the most accurate, stunning drawing of myself! 

I just stared at the paper, and without even looking at John, I felt his cheeks go red with embarrassment, I had a feeling I wasn't meant to have found it. He had captured all my features so beautifully, my long brown hair flowed across the page, my small eyes that I hated so much were emphasised and some how, were made to look gorgeous. He even captured every last freckle and carefully dotted them across my cheeks. 

I saw the words 'Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes', scribbled at the top of the page. 

How do I react to this? Oh my God. It's so gorgeous. Wait, it's me. He drew me. John Lennon DREW ME. Out of his own choice! In his SPARE TIME! Oh my god, and the words he put. 'Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes'! He was going to write a poem about me too! Wait, does this mean Eight Days A Week is about me, also? Does this mean I am what influences John to write? 

Wait, wait, wait. Does this mean.. John... 'likes' me?