all my loving • john lennon

004

Rosie's Point Of View
20th August 1958
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I wake up with a start, for no apparent reason. Sitting up in my bed, I look around my bedroom, slightly freaked out due to the unfamiliar feeling of it. It takes me a short while to realize that the reason that I am in an unfamiliar room was that we moved house.

I hear my mother shout my name from downstairs, beckoning me down for breakfast. Quickly, I get dressed, taking a look at the calendar on my wall.

Sunday.

I get to see that band play again tonight.

John Lennon.

My mind wanders to him. He was so sweet last night, and I'm surprised that he wasn't just trying to get me into his bed for a shag, but I guess that could be his aim overall - I'll just have to wait it out, I guess.

The sound of my name being yelled by my mother's boyfriend interrupts my thoughts.

Fuck off, Trevor I think to myself. Slowly, I drag myself downstairs, plonking myself at the table. My mother looks at me, her eyebrow raised - which I ignore.

I take a couple of bites of my toast.

"So, who was that boy that walked you home?"

I almost choke on my toast, both Trevor and my mother look at me strangely. I mumble that 'he's just a new friend.' which I then follow up with a 'shut up' when Trevor makes an 'ooooh' sound.
                             
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After finishing my breakfast, I decided that I want to go out and explore Liverpool in the day, one main reason for this being that I want to get away from Trevor. You see, I've never got along with any of my mother's boyfriends. Always seen them as a sad attempt at a replacement for my absent father. My father left when I was 7. No explanation, or anything.

Grabbing my coat, I walk out of the house and head out. I end up walking along the beach, the wind blowing my hair about, which is rather annoying. Cautiously - making sure that my skirt doesn't blow up - I bend over and pick up a couple of stones, chucking them into the sea.

"Hey, stranger!"

I turn around to see one of the lads from the cavern last night - although I can't quite make out which one from this distance. I smile and stand still, waiting for them to get closer.

Turns out that it's the very same one that was in my mind this morning.

John.

"Oh hey, John" I greet him with a smile.

He catches up to my side and I start walking, him beginning to walk as well.

"You got home alright, then?" I almost immediately feel stupid. He clearly had gotten home just fine.

He nods and smirks, muffling a slight laugh. I look up to him, a small frown on my face and I'm looking slightly red - feeling a bit embarrassed. The smirk makes its way back onto John's face.

"Yer' alright, Rosie." I giggle slightly, his accent sounding particularly strong. I'm probably getting redder

"Where are you headed?" I look at him, waiting for an answer.

"Just on my way to Paul's. We're practicing for tonight." He accompanies that with a shrug.

Nodding, I bend over and pick up another stone, launching it into the sea once again.

"Ye seem tense. What's up, love?"

My cheeks once again flare up at the use of the word 'love'.

"Nothing, not really, anyway."

John nods, not saying anything, leaving us to walk in silence for a while. After a short while, he stops, gesturing to a path that leads back up to the pavement.

"Well, I'm off now. Will I see ye at the gig tonight?"

I nod, turning to face him.

"Yes, I'll see you later."

Just like last night, he presses his lips to my cheek and leaves with a wink.

"Later, little girl."

I raise my eyebrows at the nickname and I watch him walk away. Maybe he's just the type to flirt with everyone he meets.