The End (Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

"Well, what the hell are we gonna do now?"

John glared at each of the boys in turn. Paul, George, and Pete couldn't return the look.

The four lads were back in Liverpool, sitting in Paul's house. Cups of tea, untouched, sat cooling on the small table between them.

"Huh?" John grunted. He leaned forward, arms on his thighs. "Tell me, 'cause I sure as bloody hell don't know!"

Paul looked up at John. "Listen, mate, we're really sorry-"

"Well, what's 'sorry' gonna do for us now?" John stood up, throwing his arms up in frustration. "You all acted like a bunch of bleedin' snap cases!" He clenched his fists and walked over to the window, staring out for a moment. The room became quiet.

"I mean, it's not his fault," John turned around and pointed to George. As everyone stared at him, George lowered his head even more. "He can't help the fact that he's still an anklebiter."

That earned John an angry look. He ignored it, and moved on.

"But the two of you-" he looked in turn at Paul, then Pete- "lightin' a condom? A bloody CONDOM?" He ran his fingers through his hair, nearly shaking with his anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but then chose otherwise, instead flopping back down in the chair. The teacups rattled against the saucers. Paul reached forward to steady them, not looking at John.

John rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, his fingers at his lips, staring off to the side. No one said anything for a while.

Eventually, John turned to look at the three lads. Pete sat stiffly, squeezing his knees with his hands. George rested his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. Paul looked down at his hands, cracking his knuckles and twitching his fingers repeatedly.

John sighed. All three of them felt as bad as he did. They were all crushed when the German fuzz sent them out of Hamburg. With their gig over, they came home defeated.  Worst of all, when they left, their mate Stu decided to stay behind. With his lack of bass skills, the whole band knew Stu wouldn't be a permanent part. After finding Astrid, the intelligent young German photographer, Stu's position in the Beatles, the now-finalized name of the band, was over. The goodbye was depressing, but John promised to return one day.

Now, as John looked at his bandmates, his anger drained away, and all he felt was exhaustion.

"I'm sorry," Paul muttered again, still not looking up.

"It's alright," John said softly. Everyone looked hesitantly up at him.

"Yeah?" George asked quietly.

With a small smile, John nodded, then stood up.

"Alright," he said, clapping his hands together. "So far, all we've done is sulked. Come 'ead, we didn't even get to explore Liverpool! It's been a while since we walked around."

Paul, George, and Pete all stood up, grinning.

"And I'm not an anklebiter," George added with a smirk.

The four of them laughed, and John knew they'd be alright.

"Where are we going, boys?"

"To the toppermost of the poppermost!"

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Something nagged at the back of John's mind.

No, not something; someone, rather.

Prudence.

He wondered how she'd been, but then instantly forced the thought out of his head.

He was still mad at her.

For months, he would write her letters. Up until the band had been kicked out. But she didn't answer a single one.

She must've moved on. But John couldn't forgive her.

If she could move on so quickly, so abruptly, then he could move on, too.

Prudence was done with him, and he was done with her.

{WOAH GUYS PLOT TWIST

IT WASN'T JOHN'S FAULT PRUDENCE DIDN'T GET ANY LETTERS

IT WAS THE STUPID MAIL SYSTEM

IT'S LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET HERE

right cause like the message didn't send or something in Romeo and Juliet

whatever it's not a great chapter but I just wanted to get the story moving a bit

So... school starts in less than two weeks and I'm still a puffball from surgery (  .  _  .  )

my oral surgeon told me this story of how a girl got elbowed in the chin after surgery and her chin got knocked sideways and they had to push it back rnfefdkjsfnksnf so now I'm nervous about going outside :p

alright let's talk about something else

How are you guys doing? Is there anything you wanna talk about? Get off your chest or just let me or anyone know? Do not be afraid to talk people! :)

PEACE AND LOVE L***}