Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 33.

The wait for the job offer was three months. And there were only seven openings. So until then, I had to occupy my time with studies. But mainly just with John, sneaking around and going off to gigs.

It was the week before George's birthday and we were all more than excited to be taking a trip for four days. Paul and John worked out the details at some club to play for a few nights. The pay was reasonable so John jumped at the offer.

"Hey Lucy!" George smiled getting out of the rental van, helping me put my bags in the back.

"Hi." I smiled kissing his cheek. "Where's John?"

"Asleep, the lazy cunt."

I laughed and shook my head. "Ready to spend your birthday weekend off in some filthy room full of provocative women in a club full of drug filled junkies?"

"Aye, it's the only way I know." He smirked. I smiled as we got inside the van.

"Hi Paul."

He smiled and nodded, handing us a pack of cigarettes. John made it clear he wanted to celebrate George's birthday out here instead of back home. He said it was going to be special. So we were all just wondering what the surprise was.

As for Cynthia, she begged John to let him bring her along but he insisted it wasn't a safe enviroment for a girl like her. Which it wasn't since we were going to be staying in a pretty low class area. Unlike her, I could handle myself.

It was eleven in the morning when we finally arrived at the club. I got out and crawled into John's lap, leaving small kisses on his lips. His eyes fluttered open as he smiled.

"I can get used to waking up like this every morning."

"Yeah? How about this?" I whispered moving my hands down his body, rubbing the front of his jeans. This really woke him up.

"Let's go upstairs yeah?" He grinned wiggling his eyebrows up and down. I laughed and kissed him.

"Then let's get a move on." I said against his lips.

We got out and grabbed our bags. The owner came out asking about George's age. John walked over and lit a cigarette.

"Aye he's eighteen like the lot of us."

"Yeah? Prove it."

"Come on mate 'es our lead guitarist. We can't put on a show if we aint got him with us."

"I'm sorry young man but rules are rules."

"Yeah?" John leaned behind me, resting his head on my shoulder and moving his hands to the bottom of my shirt. The man watched as John slowly lifted my shirt up, exposing my breasts. The man's mouth dropped open as he stared.

I could feel John smiling as he let my shirt back down.

"Okay then. He's in."

"Thank ye very much sir." John said waving as the man went inside. I laughed and shoved John.

"You're a prick!"

"Aye, your tits can really get us off the hook when we need it."

"Let's just go inside." I said as George helped carry one of my bags. "Hey George. Wanna get breakfast?"

"What about us?" John pouted. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "We still need to shower remember?"

He pulled away smiling. "Right. Let's go get settled then."

...

I was letting the warm water relax my body as John came in. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck.

"Bringing ye along to these trips are the best desicions I ever make." He muttered against my skin.

"Yeah? No regrets."

"Hell no. Look, I got my girl 'ere, free sex when I want, plus...I can't imagine not 'avin you around."

"Come on Lennon. I assure you, you could get a girl here in seconds if you wanted to."

"Yeah but...they don't know what I like." He smirked. I giggled and turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You're somethin else Lennon."

...

I felt refreshed as I met George downstairs. John had to settle a few things with the owner about equipment. So we had the afternoon together until rehearsal.

"So George, how's things?" I asked eating a strawberry. We were in a small diner just down the street.

He shrugged. "Alright I suppose. I'm failing in school."

"George." I said looking at him. "Why?"

"I just don't see a reason for it ye know? I go off to gigs, only get three hours of sleep, then I can't focus. Why even go anymore? I 'av a job already."

I shook my head. "And what if this music thing doesn't go through? It's good to have a little education atleast. You're fourteen George."

"Fifteen." He said pointing his fork at me.

"Yeah in three days. Look, just stick it out a little longer yeah? For me?"

He sighed. "I suppose."

"I'm just looking out for you." I said taking a sip of my coffee.

"I know ye are Lucy. I appreciate it." He smiled.

"Good. Now, let's shut up and eat alright?"

We both laughed and continued eating our breakfast.

...

"...Don't understand why in the hell we 'av to borrow these shite amps when we got our own! Which are new I might add!"

"Look young man, don't get fussy with me. I'm just doing my job."

"Yeah? Well I'm sure as hell doin it a lot better than ye by suggestin we use our equipment instead of yours!"

Me and George walked into the empty club to see John thrashing his arms like a lunatic while the owner on stage, looked annoyed.

"Just go upstairs yeah? I'll see what's goin on." George said. I nodded and watched as John went on again. I made my way to mine and John's room to the phone ringing. I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Yes..um is John there? John Lennon?"

"He's not in the room at the moment. I'm Lucy, I'm sharing a room with him. Maybe you can leave a message and I can give it to him later? Who's this?"

It was quiet for a few seconds until she spoke. "I..it's Cynthia."

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