Chapter 6
I had just promised John Lennon that I would hook him up with my best friend. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just leave him in misery! But how would I yank her away from Ringo for just two seconds to prove what a 'nice' guy John was? She obviously wasn't going to give in without a fight. And, if she did, she was the stupidest son of a bitch on the entire planet!
"Hey, Charlotte?" I began cautiously, tapping breezily on her shoulder. "Uh...Can I talk to you?" I made sure to widen my eyes and stick my bottom lip out slightly. She loathed me whenever I did this, and that's why I was doing it now. Now, if Paul or George could just get Ringo out of the hotel room, she would go running to John for comfort! Especially if I was a bitch to her..
Charlotte took a bite from her apple, and then surveyed my facial expression. Her eyes narrowed greatly, and she considered turning away from me. She didn't, however, and that meant that the plan would run smoothly. Now, how do I act greedy and rude? See, I wasn't usually like that, so I was absolutely clueless. Would she notice? I mean, let's face it; she's oafish. But would she be able to see clear through my terrible acting skills?
"Ringo's a bastard, okay?" That was all right to say, wasn't it? Sure, it wasn't true, but it would get her mad. I really hoped that Ringo did not hear any of this conversation. First of all, it was between two women, and he should know better than to get into a woman's conversation. Second of all, it mainly focuses on him, and I was going to be informing her of false information. And he would never know!
Her eyebrows raised tremendously. "Excuse me?" she hissed through her teeth. Ah, this was going to be swell! I had her right where I wanted her, and if I just continued lying about her husband, she would end up crying. When she ends up crying, she'll go running to John for some comfort! Hopefully, though, she won't explain to him what I did. Then he might feel badly, even though it was him that wanted me to get her. And I will, don't worry, John.
I put my hands on my hips and pursed my lips. I felt like such a diva, and it was marvelous! Why didn't I do this all of the time? "You know, he went out partying last night. With girls. And, um..." I pretended to think for a fraction of a second. "Aren't you guys married? Tut tut, that just won't do, will it?" I shook my head, pretending to be disappointed in the entire universe. Mainly, I was just disappointed in myself. Why was I doing this just for John? I didn't own him a fucking thing, and he knows that!
She held up her hand to stop me. "What does that matter? He's faithful to me, and everyone knows it. He wouldn't go with any other girls." With that being said, I decided that she didn't sound overly confident. She was more or less trying to convince herself that Ringo wouldn't cheat on her than me. I was totally wrong, though. Ringo was a one-lady kind of man. I admired him because of that reason; if I didn't want Paul and George, I would probably go after him, too. Oh, hell, I would go after all four of them! They're so perfect!
I shrugged my shoulders. Damn, being cocky was exciting! "I dunno. He was very positive this morning..." I suddenly got a sly smile on my face. "And, Charlotte, I'm sorry to tell you this...but I think your husband got laid by someone that wasn't you." Okay, that was a bit too far. I knew it, and she knew it. "Hey, Charlotte? I'm really sorry about that one. I didn't mean to sound so bitter. Can you please forgive me? It's cool if you can't, y'know...it"s not that big of a deal..." But, really, it was that big of a deal. My heart was aching.
She broke down and cried. Then, she ran from the room, and into what I prayed was John's bedroom. Apparently, it was, and he was fighting to calm her down. Good luck with that, Johnny Boy! I've been her friend for years, and I still don't know how to hush her when she's bawling! But, within minutes, all was quiet in there. Damn, Lennon! It must be that incredible charm of his. Yeah, that's what it was. Just like I'm fucking Superman.
Next thing I heard was slight moans and the squeak of his bed. I peered inside, because the door was propped open. Sure enough, they were 'getting busy' on the bed, and she appeared to be enjoying it. Nearly vomiting, I ran from the room..
No! This was not part of my precious plan! Charlotte wasn't supposed to break Ringo's heart! She was just supposed to snuggle with John for a few minutes, maybe talk to him. Not have fucking sex with him! I collapsed on the ground and hardcore cried.
