The Beatles Through History

Chapter 5

JOHNs POV

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"Whats your name?" Julia asked me. I looked at her, her voice took me out of my thoughts.

"I, uh, John." I replied and put my hands in my pocket.

"John...what?"

"Oh, um McCartney." I blurted out, darn! Why'd i say that?

"John McCartney, I don't think we have a McCartney in our family."

"No. Why were you thinking i was part of the family?" I asked, we were coming up to her house.

"You look like some family members, in a way like my son." She said opening her door.

I nodded. "Well,"

"No please stay!" She said quickly.

I sighed. "What if i don't?"

"I want you too." She sounded like mother talking to her son,demanding way, which is what she was.

I shrugged. "I cant stay long, i have to get back to the lads."

As i shut the door and turned around a man was standing in the hallway, frowning. I had a bad feeling now, but the man was not dad at least.

"Who's he?"

"Listen i.." Julia was about to say.

"Im just her so...her friend, or a friend. We just met and i offered to walk her home." 

"Is that the truth?"

"Yes!"

"Why'd you cancel?"

"Because his friends were here and we wouldn't have alone time. Besides John was playing and having fun with them." Julia smiled a bit.

"Fine. How do i know for sure your telling the truth?"

"You'll know."

"Yeah right."

He stormed out the door. I watched him get in his car and drive away. Julia was right next to me when i turned around.

"John?"

"Hm?" 

"CAn you stay the night?" She began to put her arms around me.

"I, uh, will ask."

"Ask? Your an adult why do you have to ask?"

"Well, i, i don't know. I just gotta tell me friends."

"FIne. But tell them later." Her head began to come closer to mine, i turned away and moved.

"Uh so hows Mimi?" I asked nervously.

"'hows Mimi?' what kind of question is that?"

"A quesiton."

"Well, she's fine. Did i mention her name, because i don't recall-"

"You did." I quickly said.

She giggled and sat on the couch. "Have a seat."

I obeyed and took a sip of the tea she brought in.

"I can see it in your face, you look so much like one of the Lennons." She messed with my hair with her fingers.

"Everyone looks like some one." I said scooting over a bit.

"Don't be nervous, or frightened."

"Im not frightened."

"Mhm." She leaned her head on my shoulder.