Beauty and the Beatle II

Chapter II

"As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking".

Virgina Woolf // Orlando

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The car drive was almost silent, except for some snores that came from John, he had promised to drive the last hour, but he didn't wake up until she'd parked in front of her flat. For her was better, she'd had the time to think on a serious talk, she needed to have with him.

With some yawns, he put on her bed her a suitcase she had bought during their trip, "Wanna help you unpack?"

"So you can make fun of my underwear again? No thank you." She wanted to laugh but she truly couldn't.

John was telling her that he needed to go back, "Ringo must be missing me badly," he smirked, " but see you tomorrow?" He took his coat, but Michelle stopped him.

"Why did you give money to my dad?" she asked, with such embarrassment that her cheeks turned as red as a cranberry.

His face showed a pain expression, but his wit tried to save him, he took her glasses form her face, "What money?, you need to clean this more often," he breathed  on the spectacles and cleaned them with her skirt. He gave her a kiss goodbye on the forehead, attempting to leave.

She stood quickly before him, between the door and him, "What lie did he say?"

He gave up, and went to sit on the bed, "He started talking about a new bass he wanted to buy, he said his was broken and couldn't get a job to repair it,"

"Fuck," it escaped her mouth, as she sat next to him, she covered her face with her hands, "I'm so sorry, I'm going to pay you back,"

He hid a smile, "Sure, but when I come back tomorrow's night," he winked.

"I'm serious," She turned and took his hands, she caressed them, trying to remember the speech she had prepared during the car drive, "Johnny, I want to also ask you something; could we please keep the engagement private."

The request offended him, just for a second it hurt, but then remembered, it was Michelle who asked, she couldn't mean it in a hurtful way, "ok," he said as in a whisper.

"I just mean, well you have seen how the press is," her lips quivered, "people like my dad for example, would take advantage of it. I don't want you think of me in that way. What I want to say also is I know you have the pressure for this new album, and you told me about a new tour, that'd take what? About 5 to 8 months,"

With a lowered head, he looked up, "I thought we decided to wait to marry in a year or a little more, I don't understand why you think this is getting in the way," his tone was of reproach.

She took her hand to her lips, not wanting to cry, and calmly responded, "I'm not talking about delaying it even more, I just want you to not think on it and focus on you, because if not I don't want to you be an ounce like my father. When he met my mother he had good money, an inheritance, but when I came along most of the money disappeared because of me." Tears appeared and John tried to clean them with his sleeve, "he turned nasty, since he wasn't able to live the lifestyle of a musician,"

He interrupted, "I'm not going to be him,"

"I know, but I simply don't want you to regret not giving all your attention and care to the band, just now when your career is skyrocketing,"

He agreed, it wasn't an option, but he thought maybe she was right, after all Norm had said that the public, and the critics mostly, expected them to surpass the level of quality from the last album, he had even had a nightmare where everyone laughed at one of their presentations.