John lit another cigarette and pushed his glasses further up his nose. The Little Richard record he’d nicked from the NEMS earlier spun idly on his Mum’s record player, filling the quiet house with music. For some reason, he was having a hard time concentrating on his playing. Paul had come around a while ago and showed him a few chords, but John had already forgotten them, and it was pissing him off.
I don’t want you anymore.
He put down his guitar and leaned back against the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
I hate you.
John switched off the record player with a sigh.
God, what a shit night.
He hadn’t gone home after the pub, Mimi would have killed him if he showed up like that, so he went to Julia’s. She understood things like that. They’d even talked a little bit about things. Things like Wendy.
John took off his glasses and tossed them to the other end of the couch. What the fuck had he been thinking? Seeing Wendy with some other guy, especially one so fucking tall and old, had nearly driven him mad. He didn’t remember all that he’d said, but the look on Wendy’s face when he’d brought up the number of guys she’d slept with…he just couldn’t forget it.
It was a few days after their gig at St. Peter’s, they’d gone out to see some shitty film and practically spent the entire time necking in the back. They were walking her home when out of the blue, Wendy asked him how many girls he’d been with.
“52” John had joked.
She laughed. “No really”
“I dunno, maybe ten or so.”
“Impressive, I suppose it was your devilishly good looks and witty charm that drew them to you?”
“Of course it was! You know very well how fascinating I am when completely smashed.”
She laughed again. “Oh don’t I know it.”
John had wiggled his eyebrows and smiled at her. “How many poor lads have you taken advantage of then?”
Wendy turned pink, and took a little bit to reply. “John I don’t really—“
“Oh come on, how many? A good girl like you, couldn’t be too bad.”
“Seriously I don’t want to talk about it—“
“If you don’t tell me I’m going to start guessing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You are a stubborn git.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Hello Little Girl
Fanfiction1957 Liverpool. It's summer, and Wendy is new to town. Out with her little brother one afternoon, she runs into a boy that doesn't really strike her fancy, and then another one that does. And teddy girl Wendy, is up for the challenge that is John Le...
