Now and Then I'll Miss You- John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Now and Then I'll Miss You

A/n- Hi! So I've been writing stories for a long time, but this is the first time I'm posting something online! Without further ado I present to you Now and Then I'll Miss You! I hope you all enjoy! Much Peace and Love -PeaceLuvBeatles

Now and Then

  I know it's true, it's all because of you
And if I make it through, it's all because of you
And now and then, if we must start again
Well we will know for sure, that I love you


I don't want to lose you - oh no, no, no
Lose you or abuse you - oh no, no, no, sweet doll
But if you have to go, away
If you have to go
Nda-da-doo, doo-doo-doo


Now and then, I miss you
Oh now and then, I want you to return on me
And now return to me...


I know it's true, it's all because of you
And if you go away, I know you you'll nev'... stay


I don't want to lose you - oh no, no, no
Abuse you or confuse you - oh no, no, no, sweet darl'
But if you had to go,
Well I won't stop you babe
And if you had to go, well you believe in that love  

September 1969

I awoke to the sound of knocking at the front door. Who could it be at this hour? I started to get up, but then realized that my wife was tightly wrapped around me. Should I wake her? No, something told me that I should go alone for once. I didn't know why, but I just had a hunch. Careful not to wake my sleeping wife, I slowly wriggled out of her grasp and reached for my circular glasses. The knocking continued as I put on jeans and a t-shirt, and rushed downstairs. Opening the door lead to a mighty surprise. The silhouette of my now former band mate stood out against the dark night.

"'Ello John!" He greeted me cheerfully.

"What d'ya want?" I demanded. "Are ya mad McCartney? It's 2:00 in the bloody morning! I bet you've just come here to beg me to stay 'aven't ya? Me decision was final!"

"As a matter of fact that's not why I'm here" He stated calmly. "I'm not 'ere to argue with ya because we both saw this coming didn't we? We've both known that this would 'appen eventually! Neither of us saw ourselves performing at 60!"

Paul sat down on the front step. I hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to him. Running a hand through my long hair I let out a sigh.

"Then why are you here?" I demanded.

"I just want my best friend back!"

"Oh so you're jealous of Yoko are ya now?"

Paul put a hand on my shoulder. "No! That's not what I meant at all!"

"Then what did you mean you wanker?"

"It's just that you've changed so much! You're not the John I met when I was fifteen anymore are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look at yourself!"

The conversation was getting more and more heated by the second. Eventually I shoved Paul's arm off of me and stood up. He dusted himself off and got right up on his feet to look right into my eyes.

I gazed directly into his hazel irises. His eyes were dreary, and long since deprived of the sparkle that filled them many years ago. Pain and melancholy was apparent in his expression. His dark hair was tousled.

In this moment we weren't famous rock icons. We weren't the cheeky lovable mop tops that took the world by storm. We weren't the men who fulfilled people's desires. We were just two guys who have lived through an insane dream together, and eventually you wake up to see reality. That's when you realize that it's all over. Dreams don't go on forever.

I wasn't the walrus any longer. I was just John. A man who had suffered in his childhood and who just wanted to get by. A man who wanted to make the most of every moment he had left to live.

Next to me was Paul. The guy that I had been privileged to call my best friend for twelve years. The guy that was always there to look out for me. He was the guy who had helped me through a lot of difficult times, and I would definitely miss him now that it was all over.

I lowered my glasses down the bridge of my nose. "It's only me" I said.

"I know" Paul replied with a grim expression full of disappointment.

"I... I'm... I'm sorry Macca!" I choked. My eyes were beginning to well up, but I refused to let myself cry. Not here, not now.

"Me too."

"I'm being bloody depressing aren't I?" I remarked lightheartedly through my tears.

"Haven't we all?"

I gave him a slight smile. "Don't go loosing that sense of humor now!"

The two of us shared one last embrace. It was one that I would remember for the rest of my life. Paul patted me on the back. "Take care of yourself man! Make... make me proud!" He said.

"You as well. Goodbye Paul!"

"Goodbye John!"

"Wait!" I yelled suddenly as he started to make his way down the walkway.

Paul turned around raising his eyebrows at me. "Yeah?"

"Think of me now and then will ya?"

"Of course I will. Now and then I'm always going to miss you!"

"Sounds like a cheesy lyric" I quipped. "You should use it!"

"Nah. It's your line John! Hold onto it! Maybe it'll be of use someday!" He gave me one last wink before turning back around to face the darkness.

I watched as he walked off. He got fainter and fainter before disappearing completely into the darkness; just as my life would after that moment. I cried a little before going back up to bed. It was over now. It was really over.

A/N- If you made it all the way here thanks so much for reading! I really do appreciate it and I would love to hear your feedback!! Also if you have any suggestions for future stories I'd love to hear them!!! Thanks again and Peace and Love! -PeaceLuvBeatles