I want to keep this introduction short and sweet. As you all can tell now, I like starting stories and this one that I've been working on for a little while now. I would have uploaded it sooner but I couldn't with school and such.
This one is about John and his wife. So it's like if you took Cynthia and put this girl in her place but my interpretation. I understand if you don't like it but please be respectful.
Thanks and enjoy.
I married John Lennon a month before his twenty-second birthday. It was a spur of the moment; we were both drunk and had the thought in our minds that it was love between us. I didn't know how to react when he asked the question in the pub's bathroom stall. He was so much more intoxicated than me and we had only met each other minutes before. I felt shame for marrying him but I realized the next morning, after waking to see his wonderful face, that I really do love him.
The chills that run up my spine at the feel of his breathe on the back of my neck; his arms wrapping around my waist as I attempted to make dinner for him always warmed my whole even though his arms didn't cover me completely. I couldn't believe the love that I could feel for just one person. So why was it that we so easily fought?
It was as though every night was the same:
"John? Is that you?" I'd yell after hearing the front door close.
"Yes, Maria"
"Where 'ave you been?" John would walk into the living room to see me sitting on the small couch with a cigarette in my hand. He'd sit down in the arm chair and lean forward with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.
"Look, Maria," he took his hands away from his face to look at me dead on, "Yer gettin' really clingy" my eyebrows knit together and I put out my cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table.
"Clingy? All I did was ask ya where ya been!" I stood up from the couch and crossed my arms.
"I can do sum things without ya, hun" John kept his eyes on the floor as I continued to keep my arms crossed.
"We're married John. Can't we do sum things togethah?"
"Whadda ya wanna do, Maria?" John stood up and met my eyes while yelling, "What can we do, Maria? We don't 'ave any money tah do anythin'! We can't go fer dinnah and we can't go see the pictures! So whadda ya want?!"
"I want you, John!" I opened my arms to him to show him how much I wanted attention from him.
"That's it? That's all ya want?" John chuckled then plopped down on my father's old arm chair (it was a wedding gift).
"Why're ya laughin'? You think this is funny?"
"We do that every night, Maria!" his smile faded once he looked up to see my serious grimace.
"But yer not giving yerself tah me! We've been married fer four months now but I feel like we know nothin' 'bout each othah!" I sighed and cocked my head as he watched me silently. "When was the last time we actually talked?"
"Well, we're talkin' right now" I sighed deeply then walked out of the room and down the hallway towards our bedroom. "Maria! Where're ya goin'?!"
"I'm goin' tah bed!" I yelled back as I sped past the kitchen. I walked into the room without closing the door behind me. I pulled my nightgown over my head so I was only in my underwear. I could sense John in the doorway behind me but I convinced myself to ignore him.
"Maria" I looked at him with narrowed eyes. "C'mon, ya can't be angry at me"
"Yes, I can" I pulled the heavy sheets back on the bed and wrapped myself in them. I watched John from the corner of my eye strip down to his boxers. I listened to the bed creak as he put his weight on the opposite side from me.
"Please" John's hand on my bare back sent shivers down my spine but I suppressed them; he cannot see my weakness. I stayed silent but he scooted closer to me. "Yano, I was talkin' tah me mates tahday 'bout ya" he wrapped his arms around my waist and continued to talk in my ear though his voice got softer, "I told 'em everythin' I luv 'bout ya. I said that I luv yer smile and 'ow it lights up any room. I told 'em that yer blue eyes always know what I'm thinkin' 'bout. I couldn't 'elp but tell Georgie 'bout 'ow yer 'air is made of golden silk" I laughed.
"It is not!" I whispered then turned around to look at him.
"I like thinkin' it is!" he smiled and I kissed his lips softly.
"Thank you"
"Fer whut?"
"Fer lettin' me exist in yer life" my husband kissed my lips again then told me to fall asleep in which I did almost immediately. I couldn't resist him and I couldn't stay angry at him for very long. It could be a curse but also a blessing.
I woke up the next morning in an empty bed and an empty house. I didn't think that after talking to John like I did last night that he would leave in the morning like every other day. I stayed in bed for ten minutes to over think why he would leave. What if he never comes back and I'm left alone? A weight jumped onto the bed. Right, I wouldn't be left alone; I'd be stuck with Sasha, John's cat.
The Siamese cat strode over to me and rubbed her tail against my face. John probably forgot to feed her before he left. Why else would she come over to me? Her black paws started to paw at my chest franticly. "Alright, alright" I told her as I rubbed the back of her ears, "I'm getting up"
I stood up from my bed and walked into the kitchen to feed the brown and black cat. I put the food down on the floor and made breakfast for myself with the little food we had. I guess that's one thing I needed to do today; go buy groceries with the little money we make from John's band.
Knock, knock. My thoughts were interrupted by the loud knocking on the front door. With no robe to be found, I slung on one of John's jackets and walked down the long hallway. "I'm coming!" I called to the visitor.
I opened the door to see a tall and lanky boy around my age. His brown hair fell down over his eyes just like John's although this stranger's was neater. His long dark eyebrows knit together as he looked me politely up and down with his dark brown eyes. His long arms awkwardly held a package for me.
"Can I 'elp ya?" I asked him as politely as I could. It was hard being polite after living with John.
"Is John 'ome? I mean, this is where 'e lives?" I raised an eyebrow at his trouble.
"John Lennon? Yes, 'e lives 'ere but no, 'e's not 'ome. I dunno where me 'usband is" The stranger smiled.
"So yer Maria!" I blinked.
"Ya know me?" he nodded.
"Do ya mind if I come in?" I nodded and opened the door for him. I pulled the jacket closer around me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable with this person in my house. I was starting to notice the messes. He walked into the living room and I picked up different things around the house. "Ya don't need tah clean up fer me" I slumped down a little.
"Sorry" I looked down at myself then noticed him watching me. "I um, I'll be right back" I ran into the bedroom down the hallway and threw on the first robe I could find in my linen closet.
When I walked back into the living room, I saw the stranger sitting down in John's arm chair with Sasha in his arms. I sat down on the couch carefully. "We don't 'ave visitors often" he nodded.
"I didn't get tah introduce meself. I'm George Harrison"
"John has mentioned ya" George's mouth widened into a large smile, showing his large teeth.
"Did 'e really?" I nodded.
"Yer in 'is band, yeah?"
"You should come see us more often! I mean, that is if ya don't already come. I think I woulda met ya already if-" I waved my hand to stop him.
"Ya would. So what's in the package?" George stood up while putting the cat down on the floor. He picked it up and handed it to me. "Whut is it?" George shrugged.
"It showed up at me 'ouse but it's band business so I figuhed I'd bring it 'ere instead" I thought for a moment: I was so curious to open it but I knew I shouldn't. Though, his business should be my business, right?
"I'm not gonna open it. If that's whut ya thinkin' of comin' 'ere fer, George" I Stood up from the couch and placed the package back down.
"No, Mrs. Lennon! That wasn't whut I was thinkin' at all!" I blinked about four times at what George had called me. I felt old.
"Please. Call me Maria" he nodded.
"I'm sorry I made ya think that, Maria"
"Don't wurry 'bout it, George!" I thought for a moment about this stranger sitting in my chair. "Do ya want sum tea?"
"Oh, I'd love a cuppa akshully!" I smiled and walked into the kitchen with him following behind me. "So uh," I turned around to look at him after putting the kettle on the stove. "This is a nice 'ouse"
"Oh, thank ya" I took out a loaf of bread to start cutting it, "John and I picked it out"
"Yeah, I was wonderin' 'bout that. Where did you two live aftah marryin'? I mean, ya kinda married quick . . ." I shrugged in response to his comment about me and John getting married. It was true.
"Well, I moved in with him and his Aunt Mimi 'till we both saved enough money for this small 'ouse" George nodded as he took a piece of bread that I had just cut. "You're right though," I said a little to myself, "we did get married early"
"Maria" George must have noticed my sudden distant look because he put his hand on mine. "Is everythin' alright with you two? Ya can tell me" I looked up into his large dark brown eyes then smiled.
"It's nothin'" Half of George's mouth curled up into a smile, showing little white teeth between his slender lips. My breathing was caught in my throat at his beauty.
"That's alright, I don't wanna pressu' ya" I nodded in agreement and he put his hand on my shoulder for emphasis, making me laugh. He joined my laughter but had to stop because the tea kettle started to whistle.
"I'll get it" we both said at the same time. Though we heard each other, we didn't notice that we both went opposite ways around the middle island. We met in front of the tea kettle with our chests against each other. I looked up at him slowly, catching his brown eyes again. He stared back at me with this blank look full of nothingness as though he was thinking of what to say or what to do next. I finally pulled myself away to take the tea kettle off. "You can still stay fer tea?"
"Yes, not fer long though" I nodded in understanding as I poured the liquid into the tea cups. I sat with George in the living room for the next hour drinking tea and talking about the band. He liked to ask questions and seemed to understand everything even though he knew nothing about a subject I brought up. Most of our conversation veered to talking about John since that was what we had in common. I just didn't want to stop talking to him. "Well, I should probably leave"
"Yeah," I smoothed my robe then stood up to walk him out of the door.
"Thanks fer the 'ospitality" he said every syllable as though it was it's own word. I admire that because that's exactly what I do.
"Oh, thank you fo' droppin' that package off" I smiled and George laughed.
"I akshully fo'got about droppin' it off" I laughed in agreement. He started to walk out the door but stopped halfway. "Maria?"
"Yes, George?"
"John was right about 'ow beautiful ya are" my cheeks blushed red at the daring comment. My breathing caught again as I marveled at his courage. I watched him walk down the walkway to the sidewalk all the while, holding onto the door frame so I don't fall over.
