blue moon • john lennon

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4th August 1958

Judith had stayed at John's house for the last couple of nights, since he had claimed that he needed her to distract him from Mimi's nagging. To him, it felt like Mimi had gone back to normal a few days after the funeral, which weirded him out a bit - he felt the need to pretty much do the same; or at least try.

Being six o'clock in the morning, Judith was still sound asleep. John, however, laid awake next to her, staring up at the ceiling. He had gotten a maximum of three hours sleep, regardless of how many times he tried.

After an hour or so, he was still awake and Judith was just beginning to stir. She rubbed her eyes, yawning and sitting up slightly, looking at John.

"Mornin', love." He greeted, turning to face her.

"Morning, Johnny. How long have you been awake?" She questioned.

"Eh, I didn't keep track." He mumbled.

Judith pressed her lips gently to his in a kiss before getting up, glancing at him.

"You know that you could have woken me up." She said quietly. John shook his head, sitting up.

"Whats the point in that? Ye would be tired too." He yawned and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

Rolling her eyes, Judith stretched, telling him that she was going to use the loo. He nodded in response and flopped back in the bed.

Around twenty minutes later, she walked back in, now fully dressed - only to see John asleep on the bed. She decided that it would be a good idea to let him sleep for a while, considering that he hadn't got much last night. Grabbing a book off of his desk, she sat on the floor in front of his bed and opened it, starting to read.

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Two hours passed before John woke up - and Judith had almost finished that book. Looking up at him, she smiled.

"Feel a bit better now?" She asked gently.

He nodded and sat up straight, his hair a curly mess on his head. Judith stood up, closing the book and placing it on his bedside table; she stood in front of him and pushed his hair back slightly.

"Ye must 'ave been bored, I'm sorry." He said quietly, looking at her lovingly. She shook her head and leant forwards slightly to kiss his cheek, feeling him pull her closer by her waist.

"Have I ever told ye that you're incredible?" He mumbled softly, kissing her gently.

"I believe that you may have." She giggled, kissing him back.

"'Ey, Lenn-"

John and Judith jumped apart, both startled.

"Fuckin' hell! Ye scared the shit out of me, Macca. What are ye doing here?"

"Mimi let me in.. Did I come at the wrong time?" He asked somewhat innocently.

"Ye could say that. What do ye want?" John asked harshly, standing up and pulling on some dark jeans.

"Well, we're meant to have a gig tonight, but if ye don't want to-"

Cutting Paul off, John shook his head.

"We're doing the gig." He said shortly, now pulling on a shirt and buttoning it up.

Judith watched the interaction from John's bed, leaning against the headboard.

"We ought to practice... and y'know, no birds at rehearsals." Paul said awkwardly, glancing at Judith.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." John muttered, finally pulling on his leather jacket.

He looked over at Judith, a guilty sort of look on his face. She stood up, standing not too far from him.

"It's alright, John - I'll see you soon, yeah?" She said, smiling slightly at him.

"Yeah... will ye come tonight? To the gig?" He asked quietly.

"Probably. I should leave you to rehearse for now though, alright?"

John pulled her close, kissing her intensely.

"I love ye, Jude." John mumbled against her lips.

"I love you too. I'll see you later, I promise." She replied quietly, kissing him again before leaving.

Judith walked through the house, mumbling a goodbye to Mimi when she passed her, then procceding to walk out of the front door.

As soon as she left, Paul noticed a shift in John's mood; he instantly seemed more agitated.

"I didnt think that ye were going to let her go for a second there." He joked, looking at John.

John didn't reply, only picking up his guitar from the corner of his room.

"Mate, are ye going to talk to me?" Paul questioned cautiously.

"If I say somethin', ye have to swear that ye wont tell anyone - it'll make me look like a right wuss." John muttered.

"Ye know I won't repeat anythin' that ye tell me." Paul confirmed sitting next to John on his bed.

It was only after a minute that John actually spoke, seemingly hesitant about saying it.

"I'm scared that she'll never come back if I let 'er go." He mumbled quietly, staring at the floor.

"John, she's only walking to her house-" Paul started, only to get interrupted.

"Yeah, but what if a car comes along hits her, eh?" He said bluntly.

Paul goes to speak, only to yet again be interrupted.

"Anything could happen, but she's my girl! I don't want to lose 'er like I lost me mum n' me uncle... I need her." He concluded, almost whispering the last three words.

Not really knowing what to say, Paul sat there, looking around the room. John sat in silence now too.

"Christ, ye really love 'er, dont ye." Paul stated.

"I think so." John said quietly.

"Ye will see her again, mate. For starters, ye will see her tonight... and she doesn't even live that far from here, does she?" Paul questioned quietly.

When John confirmed his query, Paul picked up his guitar, clearing his throat.

"C'mon, Lennon. Let's write some songs, alright?"

"Alright, Macca."

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Hello!
I apologise for the shortness and shittiness of this chapter - I guess it's a filler chapter of sorts.

Please let me know what you think! Your comments are what keep me motivated to write, I thank you all.

Also, happy belated birthday to Ringo! Fantastic drummer and the kindest heart!

Thanks for reading.
-r.l
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