💛 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔽𝔸𝔹 𝟜: 𝔸 ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝 𝕄𝕔ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 🌻

🌻Samatha💛

AN: so the picture is kind of what I'd imagine seeing Samantha wear. She has honey blonde hair and a fringe though. Hope you enjoy! 💛

Sometime in 1960 (I think Paul was 18 in this year)

It was another cold rainy day in Liverpool, England. I sat on my sunflower printed bed sheets and looked out the window. Yup, the weathers pretty shitty to do much else but stay in. I looked at my bed quilts and noticed how bright and yellow they were...unlike today. I looked at my clock and noticed it was about 7:15am on a Saturday. It was a great feeling not having to get up and go to school.

"SAMANTHA!" shouted a familiar voice.

I knew who that was. I rolled my eyes. 'Is that you Lennon?!' I say.

John bursted through my door without knocking as usual. 'Samantha guess what?'
He asked with a beaming expression.

'What, you finally asked Cyn out?!' I said with a smirk.

'Samatha!' He groaned and blushed slightly. Most of the time John was a confident, cocky bastard. But, when it came to my other best friend Cynthia, he just couldn't keep it together.

'Alright, I knew ya wouldn't have the guts anyway.' I said. 'So, what is actually the meaning of all this Lennon?'

'Well there is one member in the Quarrymen I haven't introduced to you yet, because we mainly practice at his house and when the guys practice at mine, he's always busy, but now he's coming over to mine to practice later. I was wondering if you'd like to come along and meet him. I really want you two to finally meet.' He asked with a pleased smile.

'Well,' I responded as I looked outside to the drizzle dripping down my window. 'he sounds cool enough....Also, today's looking pretty shit. I don't see m'self doing much else.' I smiled.

'Gear!' John said in an excited tone. 'How is your guitar and singing coming along by the way?' John asked in a more general tone.

'Yer, pretty good. I play every now and then, not much exciting happening at the moment.' I quietly said.

'C'mon Samantha I know you've been doing more than just that. Play me what you've written.' He said with a playful grin.

'Mmm, maybe later John...' I said even quieter than the first time.

'Aww c'mon Sammy..' he begged.

'Mmm..' I looked at my lovely steel string sitting on its stand in the corner.

'Agh fine.' He replied. John knew I had terrible stage fright. There was only certain times I could sing and play without being terrified. Even though  I rather enjoyed performing, I had the worst anxiety over it.

'Should we head over to mine now so we can just hang before Paul gets there?' John said changing the subject.

'So his name is Paul?' I asked.

'Yeah, Or Macca. His last name is Mccartney and Macca had a ring to it.' John added casually to the conversation.

'Oh, ok.' I brightened up and smiled. 'Well, lets go!'
I loved coming over to John's house mainly because even though Aunt Mimi was rather strict on John, she was always lovely to me out of any girl that comes to John's house. Probably because she's known my mother and I since we first moved here when I was about 5. John was my best friend but also pretty much like a brother that didn't always insult you, but rather annoying and protective if anything.

'Well come' ed.' John said excitedly and grabbed my hand pulling me away from my bed and out the door.

'Bye mum!' I quickly yelled out to my mother who was in the kitchen. 'I'm going to John's see ya later!'

'Alright sweetheart! Bye You two!' My mother yelled.

My mum was quite used to me running out the house with John and going to his place.

AN: Soooo chapter one complete! Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it's a bit short....and shit..., but I'll keep updating! Thanks for reading lovelies! 🌻💛
-Layla