Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 9

Amelia's POV:||

I was walking home from the gas station, it was pretty late and the weather was horrid but I had to get some drinks for Gran to keep her blood sugar up. The wind had a sharp bite to it that harassed my scarf less neck and I kept my head down walking as quickly as I could. I could feel little drops of icy rain hitting my head and my uncovered hands, and it was only more motivation to get home quicker. I looked up ahead and saw a shadowy figure sitting on the kerb in the light of the dim street lamp. I kept my head down and just hoped he wouldn't notice me as I kept walking. The man was sobbing softly, probably drunk. He looked up at me and I saw his familiar warm brown eyes gazing up at me.

"Jo-"

"Minnie? Minnie" he cleared his throat, his voice cracking "What are you doing here" he said wiping his eyes.

"I was just picking up some juice..what are you-" I started but he cut me off

"Oh nothing I'm just uh enjoying the silence I guess" he said with a sniffle

I went to sit beside him but he stopped me

"Don't d-do that you'll get a-all dirty and gross and stuff" he looked down, so I sat anyway looking at him softly.

"What's wrong?" I asked sincerely

"Nothing" he lied, his voice cracking

"Look I know you're supposed to be this big bad boy but-"

"Nothing is wrong okay, I just like to be alone sometimes" he said sternly

"Okay well I'll just leave you alone then-"

"No!...I-if you want whatever" he blushed looking down

I looked over at him and gently set my arm on his shoulder. "Don't lie to me John"

"I'm okay" he said shakily

"Are you?" I questioned. He took a minute to properly evaluate the question looking at me with a thick swallow and a quivering lip. Before he started to cry again, he leant his forehead into my shoulder his body racking with sobs. I didn't really know what to do but I wrapped my arms around him anyway.

"N-nobody wants m-me" he heaved "M-Mimi just threw m-me out, m-mum h-hasn't g-got the room f-for me, I-I'm just a throwaway" he sobbed gripping onto my other shoulder.

"I'm sure Mimi didn't mean it John" I assured him

"W-well I'm not going to give her the satisfaction a-anyway" he sniffled sitting up a bit. "M'just fuckin useless"

"No you're not John, you showed me how to have fun right?" I smiled softly

"Yeah c-cause that's all I'm good at, g-getting drunk a-and doing stupid sh-shit, I-I'm such a f-fuck up" he sobbed

"I don't think so" I argued

"God M'sorry" he said wiping his eyes

"Don't ever be sorry for your emotions John, don't" I said rubbing his back "I'm sorry this has happened to you" I said. He shrugged a little and wiped at his nose "Why did she kick you out?" I asked

"I-I called her a-a bitch" he said with a sigh, I smiled a little and rubbed his shoulder

"Well I'm sure it'll all work out, you just need to occupy yourself now I guess" I swallowed. He looked up softly, innocently

"Can I stay with you?" He asked gently

"Um"

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"Quiet okay, you stay here" I said to him and he nodded and smiled gratefully. I gently put the bag on the kitchen counter and delivered the juice to Gran in her room as quickly as I could before returning to fetch John. He was gone. Of course. I went up into my room to check and he was there checking out my desk. "You right there?" I asked

"Y-yeah" he said not really picking up on my sarcasm. I looked around a little puzzled. One bed. Two people. Hm.

"Um let me get you a towel and some blankets I guess" I said, turning to exit

"Th-thanks"

And so I went to fetch a towel from the cupboard and a few spare blankets just in case. When I returned he was stripped down to his boxers. He smiled embarrassedly "Everything is wet..." He blushed

"Yeah okay" I said tossing him the towel. Getting back to the dilemma. "Yeah okay you take the bed, I'll take the floor" I said grabbing a pillow from my bed

"N-no no I couldn't, you t-take the bed Minnie" he said

"No c'mon you're all wet and cold and you've had a bad night you have it" I insisted

"N-no. I'm sleeping on the floor" he insisted back, taking a pillow from the bed and tossing it to the ground at the foot of my bed.

"Fine" I said defeated. He looked over at me softly, vulnerably from the end of my bed.

"Amelia?" He croaked

"Y-yeah?" I responded, as he slowly walked over to me.

"Th-thank you" he said wrapping his arms around me tightly, hopelessly

"Any time John" I sighed rubbing his back "You don't have to be the bad guy all the time alright?" I whispered, gently kissing his cheek. He nodded gently and retired to his pile of blankets at the foot of my bed.