𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

fifteen

i stood in the small hallway staring at john in the dim light.

"where have you been?" i questioned, concern about his safety completely dissolving any awkward thought left over from the kiss.

"what? where have you been?"

"i asked first."

he sighed and leaned against the wall across from me.

"i just needed a minute to think, i guess. i was planning on coming back before our next show tomorrow, but if i didn't get away from george for at least a day i would've knocked his teeth out."

i looked at him, confused and horrified.

"oh, right. you weren't there."

"i wasn't there when what?"

he stepped closer to me and whispered in my ear, "when your little boyfriend tried to cut off my oxygen supply."

i turned my head around the corner and looked to george who was currently stacking up cups of butter to make a tower.

"you can't be serious." i stated, directing my attention towards john again. "i'm so sorry."

"all is forgiven. so tell me, where did you run off to?"

"honestly, i needed a break too. i went and stayed with nancy for a night and then, huge surprise here, my car broke again!"

"you don't say? no shit!"

i laughed at his sarcastic response.

i missed our friendship.

"can you promise me something?" i asked.

"what is it?"

"we'll never run away from our problems again. i mean let's face it, we're better together." i took his hand. "i need my best friend."

"a thousand."

i thought back to a night i spent with john just a week after the lads had helped me. we sat in the back of my broken down car with the trunk popped open to watch the stars. passing a cigarette back and fourth, we shared secrets and dreams.

"i don't know what it is about him, john. i can tell he wants nothing to do with me, i'm not an idiot. but i want something to do with him."

i rambled about my feelings over george, john confessed his fears.

"what if no one ever loves me? i mean really, what if i die and no one misses me?"

"that would never happen. listen to me, you'll find a girl one day who will love you so much you'll never be afraid again."

"do you promise, chelley?"

i placed my hand over his.

"a thousand times."

i knew he meant it as he gave my hand a squeeze.

"very well, i better be getting back to george." i said, pulling my hand away remembering who i was there with. "as should you."

"you're right, i suppose it's time for an apology. bloody hell, i always hated this part." he laughed as we began to walk back to my table.

"so do i."

after a minor argument and long apology, the three of us were all on the same page. of course, i was speaking to myself for about three minutes before either one of them sucked up their pride and choked out an i'm sorry.