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2 days later

Mimi had finally found out that John had been ditching school just to go his mum's house.

She wasn't happy either, so she grounded John. But when did that ever stop him?

John woke me up around 1 am throwing pebbles at my window.

I groaned and opened the window. I already knew it was him.

"What in the bloody hell do you want?" I whisper shouted.

"I was checking up on me lovey, you look ravishing, what's that hairstyle called?" John joked about my hair being frazzled.

"It's called 'When a twat wakes me up in the middle of the fucking night.'"

John laughed and shook his head.

"Come in through the front, it's already open." I closed the window, and turned on the lamp.

I heard John open the front door and come up the steps.
"You should lock the door more often." John leaned on my bedroom doorway.

"I do it so my mum can get in the house easier, y'know, cause she always drunk." I plopped on my bed.

"Ah you do care for your mummy." John laid next to me.

"Shut it, mummy's boy." I hit him with the pillow beside me.

"I'm not a mummy's boy." John said as he threw the pillow to the ground.

"Oh yeah? Then who's boy are ye?"

"Yours." John turned his head to me.

"Hm. I don't have kids."

"Don't you ever shut up?"

"Aye take your shoes off my bed." I kicked his feet over.

"Mimi is that you?" John looked around.

"Shut up, I'm not acting like Mimi, it's just I have nice sheets." I rubbed them and smiled as I got under the covers.

John kicked his shoes off.
"Better?" He asked.

I nodded my head, and turned my body facing the wall.
John got under the cover and wrapped his arms around me.

"Someone's got to turn off the lamp." I sighed.

"Ok." John replied but still laid in the bed beside me.

"That someone is you." I hinted as I nudged him.

"Oh come on I just got comfortable, and I'm the guest remember?" John yawned.

"Ugh fine." I moved from his arms and got up and turned the lamp off that was on my desk.
I hurriedly ran back to the bed, I'm nearly 18 years old and still do it every night.

John slapped my bum as I crawled over him to get to my spot.
"Do you want to get kicked in the balls?" I said as I got under the cover.

"You don't quit don't you." John laughed as he put his arm over me, resuming the position we had before.

"Goodnight Johnny boy."

"Goodnight Cher."

Next Morning

I hazily walked down the steps, and rubbed eyes.

"Morning ugly."

"The best way to be greeted." I chuckled and made my way to the kitchen table.

John was leaning on the kitchen counter and eating a burnt piece of toast.

"Where's my brekky?" I looked up at him.

"I made you some eggs." John handed me a plate and a fork.

"You'll make a good house wife." I joked and ate some eggs.

I heard the front door opening and quickly shutting.
I quickly jerked my head up.
I pray to God it isn't her.

"You wouldn't believe it!"

I calmed down recognizing Pete's voice.

"What?" I yelled.

Then Pete's footsteps got louder, and he appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"I found some lads to play in The Quarry Men." Pete said as he sat across from me.

"And how did you do that?" John walked up to the table.

"Well, I got the word out there. You wouldn't believe how it easy it was. Anyways, we have a drummer which is Collin Hanton-'

"Who the bloody hell is that?" I interrupted.

"Y'know he's in...uh one of our classes." John was unsure himself.

"What happened to Pete?" I asked.

"He was out of town, he should be back later." Shotton shrugged.

"You have a thing for this Pete Best lad?" John smirked.

"Can I just ask a question without you overanalyzing it Lennon?"

"Back to what I was saying, Eric on the bass. Lenny on the other bass-"

"You mean the washtub bass." John corrected.

Yeah that one, and what about me?" Pete asked as he looked up at John.

"What about you?" John looked back at him.

"I mean shouldn't I be doing something? I mean I put all of this together." Pete threw his arms out.

"Alright you're on the washboard then." John couldn't care less.

"What? The bloody washboard?" Pete exasperated.

"Well do you know how to play guitar?" John raised his eyebrows.

"No, but you can teach me."

"I only know how to play banjo chords." John said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"Aye John hand me one." I held my hands out to catch it.

"Well teach me banjo chords then." Pete kept trying.

John ignored my attempt in catching it, and placed the beer on the table.

"There's only one person playing banjo chords when I'm up on the stage, and that's me. We can't have two people up there doing the same thing now can we?" John said as he popped open his beer.

"Who said we couldn't." Pete shrugged his shoulders.

"It's settled Pete, you're on the washboard."

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