Cupids call ☁ John Lennon

i. Call One

APRIL 20TH, 1964

Evangeline sat on her crooked twin sized bed comfortably as she started on a assignment for literature. The assignment was to write a poem that expresses your emotions and of course almost the whole class let out disagreeable noises. Well all except Evangeline who just sat at her desk already thinking of ideas for a poem. She would of just picked a poem from her journal she kept hidden under her mattress but she wanted to think of different and new ideas. Plus it was a perfect day for her to think of new ideas for it was raining heavily outside her window. 

Evangeline was always in her room and never really came out. She came out only for dinner, to see her brother, or sometimes her parents if she wasn't in a bad mood. The eighteen year old girl's pale hand danced on the piece of paper laying on one of her textbooks for algebra class. A cigarette laid between her index and middle finger, taking a drag from the cigarette once in a while. Her one of three windows was open so her mother wouldn't smell the smoke when she came into her room. Evangeline knew her mother wouldn't come into her room unless she knocked, giving Evangeline enough time to let out the lit cigarette and act like nothing happened.

She knew her mother would probably give her a large lecture on not to smoke and how it wasn't lady like. Yes, Evangeline loved her mother to bits and her step father but sometimes she just wanted to be left alone in her own world.

As Evangeline took another drag from her cigarette and wrote down a few more words, her telephone rang beside her. Evangeline ignored the ringing sound of the phone since she thought it was for her mother. She was wrong.

"Evangeline, dear its for you!" called Evangeline's mother making the young girl stop her writing and let out a breath of smoke from her lips.

"Alright mum!" Evangeline then picked up the curly wired phone and put the white colored piece of plastic up to her ear.

E: Ello?

J: Ello love!

E: I'm sorry but who is this? How did you get this number?

J: That's simple. I asked for it silly

E: Well I don't remember giving my phone number out to anyone. You must have the wrong number

J: This is Evangeline, right? Evangeline Starkey?"

E: Look if your another pap or fan I can't get you Ringo Starr's autograph or picture. Please leave me alone

J: I'm not a fan and most certainly not the paparazzi love

E: Then who are you?

J: A friend

E: Alright 'a friend' I will have to ask you to leave me alone

J: Well aren't you the cheeky one?

E: I try

J: Well from now on you can call me John

E: Why would I need to know your name if I'm not going to speak to you again?

J: That hurt love. I think you broke my heart! (sarcastically)

E: It can be fixed

J: Don't hang up. I'm not a stalker Angie, if that is what your worried about

E: Did you just call me Angie?

J: Yes. Why? Did I say something wrong?

E: No its just....nobody calls me Angie except my brother

J: Well then if you want I don't have to call you Angie

E: No it-it's fine. But why are you speaking to me? How did you really get my number? I most certainly didn't give anyone this number.

J: So many questions but I can't answer all of them fully love. Your just going to have to keep talking to me to find out

E: Are you trying to trick me into talking to you more?

J: Yes? Is it working

E: Yes, I'm talking to you aren't I?