Guys I'm hoping you like this Fanfic, I hope the same thing doesn't happen to this story that happened to the last one. If I'm accused of copying I will kill a bitch because I didn't copy a damn thing. The only thing I did here was kinda use the how Cyn and John met but I don't want it to end up the same way so bear with me and I hope I'm not ashamed of myself and delete this story as well. Enjoy!
I was walking the narrow crowded hallways of Maghull High School for the performing arts wearing my uniform of a blue skirt, white shirt, blue blazer and a red tie, most people couldn't pull off this look but I rocked it. My sleeves were rolled up, and my skirt was a tad bit shorter than the teachers wanted it to be but no one ever said anything, I was an A student, the best in my girls vocal class and had perfect attendance. I never did anything bad, I am a virgin. I have never smoked or drank. I never missed a class or vandalized anything. I turn my assignments in on time, and I don't use vulgar language. I was the smart pretty girl, who could hold up a witty argument as well! I had naturally wavy blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, I was a petit, which I blame my mother for, but it isn't all bad.
"Lexie, come over here!" I heard a voice chime out. I looked to my left to see my friend Jane standing by her locker with a boy she seemed to have her eye on for quite some time. I stumbled over to the locker. That was only one of my many flaws, I was terribly clumsy. Jane was turning a deep scarlet when she was talking to this boy. "Lexie, I want you to meet Paul McCartney, Paul, this is Lexie I told you about her." She said. Paul was a thin boy, with dark hair and hazel eyes.
"Hello, Paul." I said.
"Hi." He says politely. I shove some books in my locker when Jane and Paul continue talking. Before closing it my locker Jane starts talking to me.
"Oh, Lexie! Did I tell you Paul is in a band?" Of course you did, you talk about him 24/7 even though he didn't know you existed until maybe a day ago.
"Really, what is the name?" I asked Paul.
"Well, we haven't decided, there are a few names being thrown out there but I think it's a tie between The Quarrymen and a spinoff of Buddy Holly's band The Crickets, we want The Beatles." He says.
"I really like The Beatles!" Jane says.
"Yeah, The Beatles sound more interesting than The Quarrymen, no offence." I say closing my locker. "What music does this band of yours play?" I ask.
"Oh it's not my band, it's me mate's John's band. John Lennon, have you heard of him?" he asks. I have a flashback.
It was a crisp September day all the beginning of the year, there was a special show for all of the students. I was just a sophomore back then. And so was he, John Lennon. He was on stage playing a melody he composed himself, it was beautiful but the other students didn't like it, they were laughing and smirking. I was on the edge of my seat. He was gorgeous. I still remember the lyrics to the song.
I send you flowers but you don't care. You never seem to see me standing there.
"Well, well, two weeks in to sophomore year and Lexie already has her eye on some man candy." Jane whispered to me. I didn't say anything just kept listening to the sweet voice calling out for me.
"Yeah, I think I've heard of him." I said. Jane laughed a tiny bit. The bell rang. Students rushed to their classes. "I'll see you later, Jane." I said. "Nice meeting you, Paul." I said ducking into my classroom.
I was wearing a white button down blouse with my blue and white circle skirt hugging at my waist. I was going to the sifton lounge. Most of the kids from school hung out around there after school. I put a blue head band in my hair accentuating my blond hair. Jane picked me up, I would love to drive but my mom won't let me learn. We got to the lounge at the normal time we do. Jane ran into an old friend and told me she'd meet me inside. When I walked in I saw John Lennon standing there.
"Woo! You better clean up your language, blokes; Miss Lexie Brasch is in the place!" I gave him a look and walked over to the juke box looking for a song I like. I love Elvis; he's the best singer I've ever heard. They had my favorite song Jailhouse rock. I reached in my pocket for some change but didn't have any luck. I saw John Lennon walking closer to me from the corner of my eye. He leaned on the mahogany jukebox. He put 2 nickels in the machine for me. I put on Jailhouse rock.
"You picked a good song." He said. I didn't know what to say. I smiled. "Now you have to dance with Me." he said holding out his hand. I took a look at Jane who was with Paul watching me. She smiled and nodded at me, Paul winked. I smiled and took John's hand. We were the only one's dancing, everyone was looking at us. I felt self-conscious but one look at the smile on John's face made all my insecurities go away. John's sweet voice was singing along with Elvis, it melted my heart. The song ended and so did my dance with John. Those two minutes and forty-three seconds were the most fun I've had in a long time. When I went passed Jane I grabbed her wrist and dragged her in the bathroom. We walked into a smoke filled room with girls taking drags of cigarettes over the sinks and touching up their makeup.
"Did you see that!" I asked her smiling like a little girl in a puppy store. She laughed a little.
"Yeah, looks like John fancies you a bit." She said. Jane was so talented in acting. She wasn't a bad singer either. She was the yang to my yin. I was this perfect little girl, and Jane was rebellious. Her bright orange hair and colorful outfits made Jane herself. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen! Nothing compared to Jane. Not even me. She's my best friend. When we came out of the bathroom I saw John and some blond girl making out. Jane put her hand on my shoulder. I fake smiled. "Sorry, hon." She said in a confiding tone.
"About what?" I said trying to play off my sadness.
"Come on, it's alright to be sad." She said.
"About what, I didn't think he was going to drop everything for me, or ask me out or at least… I don't know. I'm fine, let's go hang out with Paul and his friend, who is that? He looks young." I ask.
"Oh that is his friend, George Harrison, you should hear him play guitar he is amazing." She said, we linked arms and walked to the bar where George and Paul were. Paul ordered us a pint of something. He offered me one but I politely declined.
"You don't drink?" he asks.
"No." I said.
"She doesn't smoke either." Jane said.
"Not even after sex?" Paul asked with a smirk.
"Uhm… no… I'm a virgin." I hesitated.
"That's cool. Men respect that." George said making me feel a bit better.