Somewhere Boy

Chapter 11

The two teenagers scrambled off of each other, the sudden voice matching up to Robyn's mother. Robyn hurried to pull up her pants, before her mother spoke again.

"Stop. Don't move, or else I'm going to tell Mimi about your whereabouts, John, and Robyn, I'll ground you until you're 46." Mary said, looking at the now standing John Lennon with his black pants unzipped and unbuttoned, as his hands covered the area to hide his crotch. His head hung low and he stared at the ground, not wanting to make any eye contact from the threat. Robyn sat on the couch, her pants just below her underwear, which were pink with white accents. Very girly. She was looking in her mother's eyes, almost challenging her.

"Robyn, you're dismissed to your room. I'll talk to you later." Mary spoke, nodding her head upstairs. Robyn then stood up, pulling up her pants and darting upstairs without a second look at John. Mary walked over and sat down in one of the chairs, gesturing for John to do the same. He zipped his pants and sat down, looking at her. His nerves went through the roof, he was going to get yet another lecture for trying to fuck her daughter.

"So, John, would you like to tell me that you're not dating my daughter?" A grin plastered on her face, watching him nervously shuffle in his place. He fidgeted with his hair, running his fingers through it to mess it up.

He decided to stay silent, avoiding eye contact. What could he say? He wanted a quick shag and she was down for it? Now that's just begging to be banned from ever seeing her ever again. He didn't know what he was doing? Even worse. She wanted it and he just went along with it? He'd rather not throw Robyn under the bus.

"Its a shame to see you two caught off guard like this, but if I ever see you in my house without my knowledge, I will gladly ban you from even making eye contact with Robyn again. Do you understand me Lennon?" She spoke. Her tone of voice was enough to make John simply nod and stand up.

"You know, Robyn told me about you." He said, the words unintentionally flowing out of his mouth. Mary looked at him and raised an eyebrow, suggesting he say more.

"She said you're fond of those teddy boys." John grinned as Mary pressed her lips together into a thin line. Her expression became unreadable.

"Did she tell you that her father was into the fad, and he picked up guitar and wrote songs? She didn't even bother to say that her father was in fact murdered in cold blood in the alleyways of Hamburg because of it. I regret letting him even try to go to Hamburg but its no use with him, he wanted to manage a band there and was lead into a filthy trap. Did she also mention that I see a bit of my husband in you, and that I think you would be a perfect match for her until you decide to go off to a place out of her reach? Who do you think told her about what musicians do when they're left alone in a foreign place?" Tears formed in her eyes as she spit out the words like venom. John stood there in shock, not wanting to say a word. They shared everything with each other, how did she forget to mention the truth about her dad? Mary sighed and didn't let any of the tears fall.

"I'm going to ground her until the fair. You can call but I'll monitor it until then, so bye John. Go home." Mary's voice was calm and solemn, her head staying low. John nodded and left the house.

He grudgingly walked to Mendips, where she was sat in her usual chair. He cautiously walked upstairs, going into his room to fall onto his bed. He wanted so desperately to believe that Robyn was telling the truth but something inside of him told him that Mary was right about what she said. He looked at a clock he had in his room. Time for the bar.

He stood up and threw on his jacket and went into the bathroom to fix his hair. He shoved his lighter into his pocket and walked downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Mimi asked. She didn't look up from her newspaper.

"Out." He replied, walking right past her and exiting the house. Mimi sighed and kept reading. God, she hoped he would be home on time for once. It was probably fruitless though.

John kept walking until he came across the Cavern, walking in and sitting by the bar. He asked for a pint from the bartender and scanned the area around him. A lot of people but not enough to crowd anyone. He thanked the lady working the bar and managed to get a good look at her at the same time. He may have been blind but he could see her figure under the tied shirt and high waisted jeans. Big hips, average tits. Would be nice for a lay.

He felt a sting across his face and saw the bartender standing right in front of him.

"Its rude to stare." She smirked at him and patted his hand that was placed on his cheek. He scoffed. Tough bird. Well, it would make sense from the ton of guys that would come in here, maybe even sneak a grope on her. He turned from the bar and sipped his pint, looking at a brunette haired girl sat down at a table. She had the prettiest smile, as she was with a friend. Her eyes were a dazzling brown, and John felt the urge to walk up to her. He drank the rest of his drink and walked over to the table.

The girl saw him walk over and she looked up at him as he stood by her.

"Would you two ladies like a brevvie?" He asked, paying favor to the brunette. She smiled and nodded.

"Sure." She said, tearing her gaze from John to her friend. She nodded and raised her eyebrows to the brunette. John put his arm out as she stood up and held onto it, walking with him to the bar.

"So whats your name?" He asked.

"Cynthia. Yours?" She responded. He asked for two pints and looked back at Cynthia.

"John. Mind if I call you Cyn?" He asked, looking her up and down before continuing eye contact.

"Only if you take me home first." She replied, raising an eyebrow with a daring smile. He smirked in response.

"With a personality like that I'd consider, love." He winked at her and passed her drink to her. She took a sip and smiled softly.

"So what're you doing in a shit hole like this?" He asked, the two eye-fucking each other for a good minute.

"Art school." She responded. John nodded. "I suppose you live here." She said.

"Why, because I was bold enough to buy you a drink?" He asked. He furrowed his eyebrows and gave his signature John Lennon smile.

"Of course. Lads in new towns are always shy," They were silent for a moment before she continued, "I'm heading to the parlor tomorrow. Any colors you suggest?" She messed with her hair and John looked at it.

"Blonde. It'll suit you well." He smiled. She nodded.

"Surprisingly I trust you John." She nudged him and looked at her friend. She was barely able to stand. Cynthia looked back at the teddy boy.

"I gotta go. I'll be at the bar most nights, I'm friends with the bartender." She sighed and set her drink down. He nodded.

"Nice meeting ye Cynthia. Have fun walking home with her." He moved his head towards her friend, who was using the table to keep herself balanced. Cynthia chuckled and waved bye before walking over to attend her friend.