Lucy In The Sky

I Don't Want To Spoil The Party

LUCY'S P.O.V

The past week has been a roller coaster of emotions for me. 

To begin with, Vicky admitted she had a crush on Stu! Stu! I had always thought she had a soft spot for George! Stu just didn't seem like Vicky's type, he was a quiet and small fair haired lad, the opposite of her normal type. Even John had asked me whether Vicky was into George, they would be gossiping non-stop for hours. When she told me it was Stu she was crushing on I was shocked, although I understood her tactics. Stu is very close friends with George, so when Vicky spoke to George, Stu was bound to be there! I agreed to organise a double date for next Saturday in Ye Cracke with Vicky, Stu, John and myself. When Vicky told me how much she liked him I saw the adoration in her eyes, I couldn't resist organising a double date! 

So after the hype of Friday, discovering Vicky fancied Stu, I still had my brothers wedding to worry about. My brother, who lived in Blackpool, was to marry his long-term girlfriend, Carol. She was a beautiful and exotic woman, with long golden hair and olive skin, a real catch for my brother, Joseph. They were to wed the following Sunday, and all the family were to go. Although, unfortunately my uncle was unable to make it because he couldn't get time off work, therefore we had a spare seat. This resulted in my parents suggesting John should come and take my uncles place, so naturally I agreed and persuaded John to come to Blackpool with us for the weekend for the wedding.

When I invited him he seemed awfully nervous, it was a big step in our relationship. We were to spend an entire weekend together miles away from home, just my family, John and myself. My entire family would get to meet him, 'Oh look, Lucy's first serious boyfriend: John Lennon, a teddy boy and trouble maker, hmm.'   I think we were both as nervous as one other, but it felt good and exciting to take this step in our relationship.  

It soon came to the day of my brother's wedding and after enduring an agonisingly boring train journey first thing in the morning to Blackpool with my parents and John, we all retired to Carol's mother's house to get ourselves prepared. We all got sorted in separate rooms, and I took the longest getting ready. I had to squeeze myself into a little yellow bridesmaid dress that Carol's mother had made especially for me several months ago, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever worn. 

My father and John had left the house before I could even see them both and say goodbye, so several minutes later a car for the ladies arrived and escorted us to the church where the wedding would take place. The car pulled up, and the first thing I noticed when I got out the car was John. He was in the middle of the crowd surrounding the church entrance, but I saw him instantly. We locked eye contact and gave each other approving looks. I had never seen him look so respectable and gorgeous, he wore a black suit with a yellow flower that matched my dress, pinned to his lapel. He had his glasses on, which made him look slightly like an office clerk, but at least he could see the other guests!

I hurried out of the car and stumbled over the cobbled pathway through the graveyard to John. He held me by the waist and instantly complemented my appearance, naturally, I did the same back, he looked bloody gorgeous after all! Just after I had time to greet the majority of my relatives I hadn't met in years, my brother Joseph arrived, which meant we could go inside and begin the ceremony.

The ceremony was beautiful, I had never seen Joseph and Carol look so in love. I admired the way they stared into each other's eyes with lust and with love, it's like their love radiated from them and during the ceremony I must admit, I shed a tear. I felt so happy for them both. 

It was at the after party when things started to go haywire. We were all having a lovely evening, I had successfully introduced John to all my relatives and he was on his best behaviour, even making small talk with most of them! Although, when John had disappeared to go for a secret ciggie in the toilets, a boy; Will, a close friend of the family, had asked me to dance. That was when things started to go poorly. The moment Will took my hand, John reappeared from the toilets and I saw the raging anger in his face. He stormed over to us both and gave Will a harsh push which caused him to fall straight on the floor, John grabbed my wrist and shouted at the top of his lungs "GET OFF LUCY , WHO DO YE THINK YE ARE? SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND Y'KNOW! ME!"

I panicked and tried to calm John down, by taking his hands and giving him my best puppy dog eyes, although he had none of it, he was angry at me too. The moment seemed like a blur, although I do remember eventually having a private word with him outside, attempting to explain I didn't like Will like that, I liked John. I remember feeling so scared. Scared is the only way to describe what I felt. I was scared he'd ruin the party, I was scared he'd hit Will, I was scared he'd hit me, I was scared my family would hate John, or worse, hate me. I was scared he'd leave me- or perhaps I was scared I'd leave him. That was the first time I'd seen John have an outburst during our time together, it was petrifying. So, I ran. I ran away from John and I ran away from the party. I ran outside, half way down the road, found a wall to sit on and cried my eyes out.

About 10 minutes had passed and I saw someone run down the road, through my blurry-teary vision I could just about make out the person: John. I turned my head away from him and sobbed some more. He ran over to me and sat down on the wall next to me, panting.

"Listen, Lucy. I am so so sorry. I didn't mean to, I - I swear. I am so sorry. I guess I am just worked up. There's been so much on my mind recently. I just don't wanna lose ye. You know that." he told me, putting his arm around me. 

"That does not give you permission to assume things, push someone on the floor and ruin my brothers wedding. I can't believe you John! Things were going so well. Now leave me alone." I said, wriggling out of his arm.

"Luce, please don't do this too me. I know I can be a right dick sometimes, but it will never happen again. I apologised to Will and everyone is still having a great time, won't ye come back? People are wonderin' where ye are, and these streets at this time of the night isn't exactly the safest place for a young pretty thing like yerself. Please come back with me, Lucy." he said, leaning forward almost begging. I sniffed and looked at the ground. "Lucy, please. Don't do this to me. I am sorry, I have told you I am sorry!" he yelped, a tear coming down his cheek. "I love ye Lucy, I love ye."

That was the first time John had ever told me he loved me, the night we both sat and cried on a Blackpool wall in the middle of the night. 

"I love you too, John." I admitted, softly crying into his shoulder, my tears absorbing into his shirt. 

"I am sorry I hurt ye, I really am." he said, stroking my hair.

"Just don't let it happen again." I mumbled.

"Luce, there's been something I have been meanin' to tell ye. I didn't know how to say it before, b-but..."

"John ... what is it?" I started to worry, I didn't think I could get any angrier at John than what I was already feeling.

"I- I- Ur, m-me, me and the boys. We've been asked to go, as a band, a-as The Silver Beetles, to..." he paused. "to Hamburg."

"Well, that's gr-" I begun.

"For six weeks. Starting Wednesday." he said, looking me in the eyes for the first time since he arrived on the wall with me.

"John." I sighed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? That means, I-I don't get to see you for six weeks. That's over a month!" I wailed, sobbing more into his shirt.

"Listen, Luce. Look at me." he said cupping my face in his hands, wiping my tears away. "It won't be long, I'll write to ye everyday. I swear. You'll always be on me mind, every second of everyday I will be thinkin' of ye, and you gotta promise me you'll do the same. I'll miss ye for sure, but you can catch up with school work and spend some time with Vicky 'nd Cyn, okay? Don't cry, honey. I love ye with all me heart and I will stay true to you, promise me you'll do the same back?" he said, kissing my forehead,

"I promise you, I love you so much and I will always be thinking of you, only you. It's only ever been you, John."