Do You Want To Know a Secret?

26. Do You Want to Know a Secret?

"Lennon you piece of shite!" I pushed him slightly gritting my teeth, making him laugh at me knowingly.

"What the hell did you give me?" I asked as we walked behind the rest of them out of the Top Ten Club.

"Just an upper, isn't your headache gone?" He smiled toothily resembling a child, making me roll my eyes.

"Just an upper." I muttered to myself annoyedly fidgeting with my hands anxiously.

"You two alright?" My uncle asked looking back at the two of us obviously overhearing our bickering.

"We're just peachy." John reassured him with a grand smile.

We entered into the taxis and I ended up sitting between George and my uncle in the backseat of one of them. I tried not to fidget around, desperately clinging my hands into my knees to keep them from bouncing. I felt absolutely insane being both scared and joyous at the same time, my head was spinning as my mind raced through thoughts.

"Can you meet me in the hallway in thirty minutes?" George asked me quietly one the taxi pulled up to the hotel. I nodded, hoping this had to do with what he wanted to tell me earlier, I was very curious what he could possibly have to say that would make him so nervous.

"Yeah." I smiled as we got out of the car.

John, Paul and Pete were waiting on the sidewalk, although were almost invisible through the dark night.

"What time is it John?" I overheard Paul ask John.

"Two." John said squinting at his watch, obviously in need of his glasses.

"Looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight." Pete said looking restless, unable to stand in place from having taken the pill John had been handing out like candy.

John stood staring hungrily at some pretty girls that had just passed, looking them up and down with a wild grin.

"Neither am I." John smirked at Pete before going to catch up with the two girls who were by then well passed us.

"Wh-" My uncle huffed watching as John slipped his arm around one of the girls as they walked away.

"He'll be back in the morning. He's like a stray dog. You keep feeding him, he keeps coming back home." Paul assured Brian making me laugh at the comparison between John and a dog. It really couldn't be any more perfect. My uncle hummed in annoyance.

I was smiling although I did feel a large pang of guilt for Cynthia, John had must've really disregarded his thoughts about her, one of these days he would need to wise up and stop fooling around with other girls. Don't get me wrong, I loved John like a brother but the way he treated girls was not very gentlemen like at all.

The boys grabbed their guitars, and John's, and we walked into the hotel once again, seeing the man at the front desk was asleep. George nonchalantly walked up to the counter, and emptied the candy dish on the corner of the desk into his jacket pocket.

"You've got children to feed do you George?" Paul asked snickering with Pete. George smiled in a child like manner as he shoved a piece of candy in his mouth.

"I'm managing four five year olds." My uncle muttered to himself for what seemed to be the hundredth time in amazement of the boy's behaviours. I giggled as we continued on our way upstairs, still taking the stairway after a whole week, no one put a single grain of trust into the rusty old elevator.

Once we had gotten into our rooms and prepared for bed, I laid down on the uncomfortable mattress without a tired bone in my body, still fully clothed in black jeans, a pink button up shirt and white jacket.