Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 1

Amelia's POV:||

"That's it Lennon, off to the headmasters office!" Mr Williams yelled at John.

"Ah good, I've been meaning to have a chat with Joseph" John remarked causing the class to chuckle lightly.

I watched as he sauntered out of the classroom, his uniform messy. His shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up and his tie loose.

Everyone thought he was tops. Cool, funny, rebellious, good looking, the works. I, on the other hand, don't see what all the fuss is about. He's not that great but, I mean, he's okay I guess.

As the day went on John just ended up getting himself in more trouble managing two more detentions.

"Ah shit" I mumbled into my locker as the contents of my bag spilled out onto the floor.

"Language Miss Minnie" Conveniently, John appeared behind me.

"Don't call me that" I said picking up the stray bits of paper that fell out, he smirked leaning against the lockers.

"Oh come on when was the last time we had a nice chat?" He cocked his head with a charming smile.

"Uh never" I said looking around on the floor "Where's my-"

"Apple?" John finished my sentence, taking a bite out of my fresh red apple with a smirk.

"Bloody hell why d'ya have to do that!" I said reaching for it, he held it out of reach.

"Well it was such a good looking apple I couldn't help myself but, it's looks betrayed me" he said placing it in my hand "It's no good Miss Minnie, the lesson here is not to judge a book by it's cover" he said with a crooked smile.

"I asked you not to call me that" I repeated, taking the apple and throwing it in my locker.

"Fine. A-me-lia" he said, suddenly standing incredibly close.

I looked up at him, leaning back to space myself from him but he only leant in "See you tomorrow" he winked before turning quickly and walking away, where he was soon joined by Thelma, his girlfriend ? I didn't know what to call her anymore because everyone knows Johns been doing a lot more than her.

***

I got off the bus and waiting for me as usual was Bryce, my boyfriend. He leant against the bus shelter in his football gear, twirling a daisy in his fingers.

"Hey Minnie" he smiled wrapping his arms around me, I mumbled a response against his chest.

"How was school?" He asked, as we started walking down the street hand in hand.

"Fine" I smiled, leaning my cheek against his shoulder.

"Are you coming to the game tonight?" He asked, looking down at me hopefully.

"I don't think so" I started, taking my cheek off his shoulder "I-I think I'm going to look after Gran tonight" I said.

He nodded slowly and looked over at the playing fields "Y'know what I think I'll go now, have a quick train before the game"

"Alright" I smiled weakly, putting my hands in my pockets.

He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. He smiled wide and goofily "Don't forget to smile" he chuckled before giving me a quick, soft, goodbye kiss.

I walked along the footpath as the grey sky hung over the city. I was so bored I was counting my steps "47,48" I mumbled.

"49" said a familiar voice from ahead. I looked up and saw it was Pete, Pete Shotton. Leaning against the front fence of the Smith's house with a cigarette between his teeth.

"What are you doing lurking around here?" I asked, observing the house.

"If you're really quiet you'll hear it" he said, popping the collar on his coat.

I frowned at him but stayed quiet listening out for a clue. Suddenly I could hear a series of moans and grunts.

"K-Katie!" A hoarse male voice groaned.

"What so you've come here to listen to that? Pete that's kinda creepy" I chuckled and he stopped me and pointed up to the window as if to tell me to keep listening.

"J-J-John!" A high pitched moan escaped from the lips of Katie Smith.

"Oh" I nodded "What a good mate you are, waiting around while your friend gets shagged."

"Not really m'just here to watch when he gets busted" Pete smirked.

As if on cue there was another male voice in the scene, yelling and banging on things. Katie Smiths little voice could be heard arguing with the voice of whom I was presuming was her father. A door slammed and the voices got closer.

Pete chuckled and started counting down "3,2,1" that's when John burst through the front door, shirtless and pulling his trousers up as he ran out the front gate.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" Mr Smith shouted before slamming the door.

John roughly fixed his hair and did up his trousers "Evening all" he greeted.

"How d'you go in there eh?" Pete asked

"Why you wanna finish me off Shotton?" John smirked ruffling his friends hair.

"Get off! I don't wanna know where that hand has been" he said shrugging John off.

"No y'dont" John confirmed. There was a slight knock at the window before it was opened and Johns shirt fell out. "Thanks Love!" He said running over to catch it, slipping it over his head.

"Alright then, bye Pete" I said, continuing on my way home.

"Oi, where y'going Minnie? The party just started" John trotted over, setting his arm around me.

"1.Don't call me that 2. I have things to do" I said not even stopping.

"Alright A-me-lia." He shrugged "Go home and study or something" he teased, skipping away.

"Oh I will" I replied continuing on my way home

***

I walked through my front door and set down my bag.

"Minnie? Is that you?" Gran called from her chair in the living room.

"Yes Gran it's me." I said walking over

"How was school sweetie?" She asked in her old, fragile voice

"Just fine Gran, just fine" I said kissing her on the head before walking into the kitchen. "Should I get dinner started?" I asked

"Yes please dear" she croaked, shakily sipping her tea.

I smiled and got out a few pans. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was two years old, so Gran took me in. I don't remember my parents but Gran said they were good, honest people even though at first she didn't like my dad because according to her he had seduced my mother with his bad boy good looks and charm.

She was the only family I ever had and the only person to look after me. As she grew older, the tables turned and it was my duty to take care of her and she needed me more by the day.