"What are you doing here?" He asked wide eyed as he came quickly to bring me into his arms in a giant bear hug.

"I could ask the same about you Ritchie." I spoke with a laugh as he broke away from me to look at my face, seeming as if he didn't believe his eyes as he took me in.

"I haven't seen you in years." He looked beyond thankful to see me as our last time seeing each other wasn't the best of situations.

"Well we're both well and healthy." I forced a smile as I spoke through clenched teeth.

The two of us seemed to again realize John's presence again, turning to see John with narrowed eyes and a stiff upper lip as he watched the two of us.

"So you two know each other then?" He looked with an eyebrow raised, a sour look seeming to not help but overcome his features in what seemed to be jealousy.

"We were patients in the same sanatorium when we were kids, tuberculosis" Ringo clarified to John causing my entire body to tense seeing John blink once looking completely taken aback, I had never even mentioned it to him.

A strong feeling of guilt overtook me as I knew it seemed strange that I wouldn't mention my past of being ill, especially because there was much more to it.

"You what?" John blinked trying to comprehend the situation seeming to have difficulty.

"Yeah, I didn't think I'd ever see this one again." Ringo beamed knowing he had gotten out of the sanatorium first and it seemed my case had been exceptionally bad.

John furrowed his brow at me causing me to shift my stance uncomfortably. I wasn't sure what I could say. I had been sick since I was young, I didn't want him looking at me the way my mum did.

"I never thought I'd see you again." I smiled briefly at Ringo, looking over him to see how grown up he had become.

His hair was greased back looking rugged as the grey streak in his hair he had since he was a boy was highlighted, looking so much like a teddy boy. His piercing blue eyes seemed warm in welcoming to contrast his harshness as he wore a leather jacket and multiple rings on each hand.

I had to admit he had grown into an attractive young man, and it seemed John took notice that I thought so.

"Well we've all seen each other," John spoke uncomfortably, breaking up the reunion Ritch and I were having , "I think it's time we head out, don't you think Elle?" John's jaw clenched slightly after, looking down to his watch.

"Erm, yeah, I suppose." I nodded hesitantly as I looked back to him.

"Well, keep in touch, yeah? You know where I live." Richard had a charming grin.

"I'll talk to you soon, Ritch." I nodded my head looking away from his eyes with a slight warmness in my cheeks.

John took my hand quickly after the good-byes, the two of us stumbling out trying to avoid crashing into other people as we got back outside onto the street.

John stopped as we had gotten away from the crowd, letting go of my hand and turning to look at me.

I knew where this was headed and I became shy as I knew John would be slightly disheartened I failed to mention such a big part of my life. He didn't know that half of it, and I had good reason not to tell him.

"You and Ringo? You never told me about all tha'." He crossed his arms defensively, seeming to infer slightly something happened between Ringo and I that was beyond friendship.

"Well, being ill as a child, I- it's all pretty heavy. I didn't want to be a drag." I became quite uncomfortable as I really wanted to move on from the topic.

He contemplated for a moment looking to fight with his inner frustration about Ritch and I.

"I suppose there's things about my past I haven't quite said either," he bit his lip realizing why I must've not told him, "I just want to know you. Tell me about it, yeah?" He held out his hand as we were going to begin walking on again.

"Only if you tell me about your story." I looked up to his eyes as I took his hand, the two of us walking off to the bus stop to go to his house again.

"Deal." He grinned down at me, smitten.
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John and I told each other about our childhoods until the early hours of the morning, the two of us growing tired soon enough though we both didn't want to stop talking to one another.

"I understand why you're mum worries about  you the way she does." John said getting up from the couch where we were sat, stretching his arms out with a yawn.

He knew, partially.

"Well now I know if you're aunt Mimi found out you had me over, we're both being sent away." My eyes widened at how he spoke about Mimi's strictness due to her being the only real parental figure he had left, I felt for him deeply in that regard.

Turning his head to his shoulder and shutting his eyes, John shrugged with a complacent smirk.

"She'll never find out, that is if you don't forget your panties like last time." He smirked slightly causing my jaw to drop in embarrassment.

Had I really?

"I'm taking the piss." He spoke seeing how mortified I had become, very amused at my expense.

"You're terrible." I gasped getting up and pushing his shoulder gently.

"You love it though." He winked goofily.

I tried to fight off a wide smile that found its way onto my lips involuntarily.

"Well to have left my panties would've meant I would've had to take them off." I raised an eyebrow feeling equally as playful, being brave enough to say it either from the alcohol or sleep deprival.

It was his turn to looked shocked for a brief moment before he turned smug once again.

"Well than I can't afford to make the same mistake again." He pursed his lips for a moment before quickly grabbing my around my waist and picking me up by it, starting to walk with me kicking and laughing in his arms.

"Put me down."  I couldn't stop laughing as he brought me to his room.

"Alright." He spoke flatly before dropping me down on his bed, me grabbing his arms and pulling him down with me as he did so.

He fell on top of me clumsily winding me slightly from impact. The two of us were laughing like idiots out on drunken tiredness.

The laughter subsided as we looked in one another's eyes, John's features changing more solemnly as his eyes trailed down to my lips, the two of us being mere inches apart.

"You have no idea how much I've been wanting to do this." He whispered before leaning down and kissing me with urgency, it beginning to become less than PG.

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The next morning I had been awoken to the sound of rustling beside me, realizing John had just gotten out of bed and was putting on his trousers.

"Morning.' I stretched with a yawn causing John to turn back to face me.

"It's noon." John corrected with a smirk causing me to shoot up from from laying down hugging the covers closely to my chest.

I had a doctors appointment in an hour with my mother.

"If I don't get home by one, my mother is going to go looking for me." I groaned seeing John's smug expression falter.

"Well get dressed and meet me downstairs then. I'll take you home." He nodded leaning over to kiss my cheek.

His eyes lingered down to where I were holding the covers to my chest and I smacked my hand to his shoulder.

"Lennon, focus." I acted serious with him seeing him shake himself back to reality goofily.

He left from the room to allow me to get up and dressed, leaving me with a smile that was lingering on as I thought of him, I was on cloud nine when I was with him. I felt as if I were floating knowing this is the happiest I had felt in a long while, I didn't want it to end.

However, looking back, oh how naive I had been.