In My Life, I Love You More (The Beatles)

Chapter 9

I knocked on John's door, and he answered almost immediately, and smiling as he said, "It's so nice to see you, love."

I returned the smile, "Same to you, John."

He opened his door wider to let me into his home. My eyes roamed the house, and as amazed at how normal it was. It wasn't some typical extravagant celebrity home you'd except form someone as big as John Lennon of the Beatles. It nice and homey.

John asked me to sit down on his couch, and handed me a guitar. As I held the neck of the guitar, I had no idea which chord was which, or what the hell I'm even supposed to be doing. He laughed, then sat next to me, keeping his eyes on my fingers.

"It's not that hard, you know," he laughed. Placing his hands his hands over mine, he fixed my fingers into what he said was the G - Chord. He seemed so focused and determined... I was very happy to be here with him. 

As he kept talking and telling me how to switch chords and all, I couldn't hear him. My mind blurred it all out, and I just sat and stared at his face, and eyes, and hair, and mouth, and... I'm getting off track now. He started to laugh a little, and I copied to make it seem like I as still listening. 

He gave me a blank stare, "So are you going to play, or?"

That's when I snapped out of it. I came back to where I was really at, and stared at this guitar, super lost and confused. But the one thing I did remember was that G - Chord. I placed my fingers on the right strings, and strummed once across the six strings.

He looked at me once again, then looked to side, then me again. "Are you going to keep going? I showed you three chords..." he laughed.

Well damn it. I literally did not hear a word he said to me, or even paid attention to where he put my fingers. I feel so embarrassed now, great... and it's not like I can just tell him what happened and how I forgot so quickly...

"Look, John, I should ask you something." I sighed.

"Sure, anything."

I looked at the ground, and put the guitar next to me. "Paul told me something that worried me."

"What's that?"

"Well, he said that you only liked me so that you could leave me after a one night stand..." 

Did I really just let that slip?! What is wrong with me?! Oh Paul is going to hate me now, dear Lord...

He looked at me, very shocked. He scoffed, "Well he's one to talk. I haven't seen him with the same girl for at least a month. And me? I haven't even been on a date with a woman, let alone sleep with her... and this can technically be my first date in a long time." he smirked.

I nodded, slightly smiled, then got back to strumming the guitar, "Well, that's what Paul was so worried about be talking to you; he didn't want you to hurt me."

John laughed, pretty mad actually, "Me? Hurt you? Well has he told you that he only likes you because you look like Jane?!" He yelled.

Those words stung me. And this is exactly why I don't waste my fricking time with men. They never really like you. There's always a catch... Oh look, my fucking emotions are getting in the way now... A tear fell from my eye.

Shit. I wish John didn't see me cry...

He rose from his seat across from me, and sat beside me. "Amber, I am so sorry, I had no right to tell you that, I was just mad..."

I wiped my eyes, and laughed, "What are you talking about? My eyes always water."

He smirked, "You can cry, it's okay."