Somewhere Boy

Chapter 17

It had been several days since then, they've had more shows and Julia had shown up to them all. Now, it is John's birthday party. He grew to be great friends with Paul McCartney, and his other friend George Harrison.

John fixed his suit, using a comb to fix his hair. He looked in the mirror, knowing that he has to keep a facade in front of his own mother. He heard footsteps to his door, then hearing three timid knocks. He opened the door swiftly.

Robyn stood there, wearing a flowing purple dress. Her hair had been curled and placed in a ponytail, her lips a beautiful cherry red along with cat eye eyeliner. She looked at John and smiled approvingly.

"Shall we go?" She held out her hand, her other hand holding a black clutch as she also wore small black flats. John looked at her hand and took it, stepping closer to her as he closed the door behind him.

"We shall." Robyn giggled and the two walked down the stairs and waved bye to Mimi in the living room. She smiled and waved back, going back to reading her book.

They walked out the door and headed to Julia's house, the sun just setting as they made their way.

John saw that some of his friends were already there, but he didn't mind. He greeted them all gleefully and Robyn did the same, hugging Julia for good measure. John walked over to the record player to his two half-sisters. He picked out a record and kneeled to their level, smiling and giving it to the older one. She opened the player and took the record, John ruffling her hair and standing back up, seeing Robyn talk with Paul. He seemed to be making some jokes to make her laugh.

John walked over to interrupt, smiling at Paul.

"Ey Paul, have you met me mom?" John said, gaining his attention. Paul shook his head and John showed her to him, then turning to Robyn.

"Are you flirting with them?" He asked, gaining a playful smile from her.

"No, of course not. They're all pussies in my book. Paul barely passes but he's not my type." She replied. John smiled.

"Your type as in assholes?" He got a light punch from Robyn and he laughed. He then grabbed her hand and lead her to get a beer, giving her one and getting the cap off with one swift hand movement. Robyn raised her eyebrows and clinked her bottle against his, taking a drink. She then saw Cynthia conversing with Stan, walking over and the two greeting with smiles and hugs. John watched them and then began to chug down the beer he had in his hand, grabbing another once he finished.

Robyn and Cynthia sat down on the couch with John's half-sisters, the four having a conversation and joking around. Robyn had always been wonderful with kids, Cynthia appearing to be the same. The girls all liked each others company, and John was glad for that. Despite the fact that he had been gulping down alcohol quickly. John began to wonder where his mother and Paul were, stumbling his way over to a doorway, seeing Paul with his guitar. He was playing a song for Julia, before John felt his jealousy seethe through him.

"Ey! Should we begin the party right now?" John said, making Julia turn to look at him and Paul begin to put away his guitar. The two nodded and walked out, Paul's shoulder getting hit by Johns as he passed. John glared at Paul, watching him leave and join the crowd.

Robyn watched from the couch, her smile slowly fading. She watched as John drunkenly stood on top of a chair, steadying himself. She held a hand up to her mouth, chewing her nails as her brain racked through the possible outcomes from this. To be honest, her mind didn't prepare her for what was going to happen next.

Julia walked into the kitchen, walking out with a birthday cake, 17 candles lit on top of it. The record was changed, and the crowd dispersed to let Julia through, her smile appearing and falling periodically as John watched her approach. She held up the cake, smiling as John took a drag off of his cigarette, blowing the candles with the smoke flowing out of his mouth and into Julia's face. She blinked and kept her smiles. John then looked from side to side at the applauding crowd before speaking.