Imagine

Chapter 21

(Not sure if I shared this one but........enjoy)

"I think we need to get together more often." John brought up.

"Yeh. I should agree to that."

"But........"

"I live six hours away. I'm not sure how that's going to work."

"Me either but we could make it work."

"We could. Anyways, what's yer plan now? Want to make another album?"

"No. I'm retiring from making music. I'll continue doing shows for the people but no more making music for me."

"Are you sure you want to do that? Music is yer life ye know."

"You don't think I know that? I love making music, but not if its going to get me killed."

"I honestly don't think that he hated yer music."

"You don't know that. You didn't ask him."

"I didn't have to. No one could hate yer music."

"I don't want to continue to go through this. Double Fantasy might be my very last album I make. I don't know though."

"Well, whatever you decide is best for you."

"Yeh, yeh."

Paul had pulled in to the familiar neighborhood John's aunt lived at. 

"Remember where she lives?" John asked.

"Of course. How could I forget?"

John shrugged. "I don't know. You could."

"Yeh but I won't. I have a good memory."

"Go ahead. Rub it in."

"Yer memory isn't that bad either."

"No, but yers is better than mine."

"A little. So, ready to see her?"

"Beyond ready."

"Liar."

John looked at him with wide eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Yer nervous."

"How do you know that? What makes you so sure that I'm 'nervous' as you say?"

"Because......I know what you look like when nervous."

"I don't know what yer talking about."

"I'm sure you do." Paul said as he pulled in to the drive. "One thing is.....you haven't even looked at the house."

"We just got here."

"Even when we were pulling up. You just kept a blank stare and kept looking at me."

"So what? I'm debating whether yer still pretty or not."

"Don't start there........I'm NOT pretty."

"Okay. Whatever you say princess."

"John! Stop it!"

"Why?"

"Ah. I see what yer doing. Yer delaying aren't you?"

"No. What makes you say that?"

"Yer talking to me instead of getting out."

"So?" 

"So, stop talking to me and get up there before I drag you out."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"Can't we get food first?"

"John, you ate an hour ago. Yer not hungry. Yer just delaying."

"Fine. I'll go against my will."

"Its not against yer will. It was yer choice."

John slowly opened the door but stayed seated.

"John, she not going to bite........."

"Yes she will.....maybe."

"No she won't. The sooner you go up there, the better."

"Alright......wish me luck." He said finally getting out of the car. 

"You don't need luck. You won't die."

"Then why does it feel like I will?"

"Because yer nervous."

"That's right. My hands are shaking, my anxiety is through the roof, what else? Oh, uh my head is killing me now."

"Its because yer stressing about it. Stop stressing about it. Now go."

"Okay. Fine. I'm going........."