Hello Little Girl

Chapter 10

John wiped the sweat out his eyes laughing loudly. His heart was still pounding painfully but it didn’t bother him much.

The crowd was beginning to thin a little now and he slung the strap of his guitar over his head, catching the eye of the girl from ealier, and grinned at her.

If every gig was like this one, he’d make one hell of a life for himself. Pride swelled in John’s chest. His mood had turned away from sour quickly in the course of two sets, and the red head that was smiling up at him now may have been help to that.

John was quick to getting his gear out of the way, packing up his guitar and thrusting it into Shotton’s empty arms. “Take care of that, will you?” He chimed, not bothering to wait for the other lad’s answer.

He hopped off the makeshift stage and jogged into the crowd, wondering where the green eyed girl had gotten off to. If he played his cards right, he might get a lay tonight. He’d have to be cautious about it though, Liverpool girls were fickle creatures.

A crop of ginger curls bobbed though the disbanding audience, hovering just outside the festivities and John hurried toward it. He caught the girl’s eye, and she beckoned to him, making her way to the sidewalk.

“I saw you from on stage.” John said in greeting as he caught up to her. From up close, he could see the array of freckles that peppered the bridge of her nose.

The girl giggled, pulling his attention to her mouth. “You’re band was very good.” She said shyly.

“Glad to hear you think so. My name’s John.” He retaliated smoothly, letting his hand brush lightly against her hip. She blushed slightly, rekindling the look of fire engulfing her entire head.

John couldn’t help but hope that Mimi was not home.

“I’m Molly.” She barely whispered, still blushing deeply.

“Ah, you’re turning all red again!” John teased loudly. The girl was too quiet and it put him on edge. She was lovely though. Those freckles gave her a sweet look, and she wasn’t at all harsh and abrasive. Not like Wendy…

John’s jaw clenched. Shut it Lennon.

“So where are you taking me John?” Molly asked, and this time, there was a look on her face that banished the innocent charade.

“To see my stamp collection.” John replied with a cheeky grin. The girl giggled, and for a second her bright eyes looked dark brown. He sucked in a deep breath and looked away.

“You ok?” Molly asked, her small hand drifting to John’s arm. He turned the gasp into a cough and smiled. “Just gear, ta.”

She smiled, guiding his attention back to their previous conversation. “So what were you saying about a stamp collection?”

John slung his arm over her in a bold move she didn’t shy away from.

Fuck Wendy, and fuck her game as well. He could get any bird in Liverpool he very well pleased. There wasn’t any use messing with some tart with a pole stuck up her arse.

He sighed, rearranging the smile on his face and focused back on Molly. “Oh you have no idea.” He said. Molly giggled.