A/N

Um. Yeah. Sorry for taking forever to update. I got sidetracked.

ANYWAYS!

This chapter has a bit of a... adult... scene in it...

And I may not do a chapter with Julia in it next... I dunno... We shall see.

And I finally wrote a summary for it! Took me long enough -_-

Liverpool, England

1958

"Hey, Annie, are ya ready for graduation?" John ruffled my hair and sounded overtly excited.

"No," I grumbled, swatting his hand away. "And I thought we talked about you not touching my hair!"

John (he being who he was) hadn't stopped flirting with me despite the fact I was dating his best friend and band mate. But he had toned it down slightly, and we'd built up a sort of love/hate relationship.

One could say we were friends, but that would be stretching the truth. We were almost friends. Destined to be nothing more.

Unfortunately for me, John had been accepted to the same university as me, the Liverpool Art Collage. The only differences being A) I got in by portraits, not cartoons; and B) He was excited to go.

Paul was a junior, being six months younger than me. I was seventeen and he was sixteen. Me going to collage meant I couldn't see him all the time like I did now. It was almost unfair. I already had to survive the dirty looks from the more popular girls in the hallway. Who knows what could happen with me gone! Not that I'm paranoid or anything.

"Anna," John called, waving a hand in front of my face.

"What, Lennon?" I snapped.

A smirk played on his lips. "You were zoning!"

I rolled my eyes, a gesture I'd use at least a thousand times whenever we'd hang out. "Was not."

"You were too!" he sing-songed. "What's up, need a good snog or something?"

I shook my head, ignoring the vulgar comment. "I don't think I'm ready to leave everything behind, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everything! Like my parents, my friends, Paul," I gestured with my hands signaling that the list went on.

"Well, like it or not, you accepted." John said, smirking. "Now you'll be stuck with me for a whole four years again!"

I let out a fake scream and looked at him in mock-horror. "Well I didn't think about that!"

John rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair again, and I smacked his hand away again. We were cracking up by the time Paul walked in.

"What's going on here?" He asked, amused.

"Paulie!" I jumped down from the counter and kissed him enthusiastically. I heard John snort from behind me, and I flipped him off behind my back. That's how things were with me and John. We fought a lot, but it had calmed to more of a playful teasing.

It wasn't until three weeks later did something really change between us.

I was sitting alone in the house, my mother working the late shift as a nurse, my father on a business trip. There was a knock on my door.

I opened it and something nearly tackled me in a giant bear hug. It took me a minute, but I recognized it to be John.

Something wet dripped on my neck and his back was shaking. He was crying. Actually, on a second thought, he was sobbing.

"John?" I asked, unthinkingly returning the hug. "John, what happened?"

John said something muffled and hysterical.

"I can't hear you." I said gently.

"My mum's dead!" He wailed.

I froze. I remember Paul said something about John living with his aunt, and just beginning to see his mother around the time I came to Liverpool. Gently, I lead John to the couch and sat him down. I left the room to close the front door, then instantly sat back down beside him. He sniffled and I wiped some tears away from his cheeks.

"D'you want to talk about it?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"You don't have to."

He shook his head and took a shaky breath. "I want to."

I simply nodded, not knowing how to react.

John began his story. My mouth hung open in shock when he revealed that his mom and dad asked him who he wanted to live with when he was only a five year old.

"I chose my dad. Me mum walked out of the house, and I ran out after her. I remember grabbing on to her skirt, pleading with her, but she ignored me. That's when my aunt took me away." Angry tears spilled from his eyes again. "Who the fuck does that?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm so sorry John, I'm so sorry."

What happened next, neither of us knew the reasoning for, but suddenly our mouths were mashed together in a heated kiss. Our tears were mingling together on our cheeks. He slipped his tongue into my mouth with a moan, and I tangled my hands into his hair. Somehow we ended up in a horizontal position and he had his hands up my thin tank top. John trailed kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my eyes rolling back and moaning pleasure as he used one hand to lightly trail his fingers up my skirt, and along my upper thigh, the other to take off my shirt.

The heat of it all was causing my mind to draw a blank, and I swiftly undid the buttons to his shirt.

"I bet Paul never did this to you." John growled, his lips meeting mine in another heated kiss.

Paul who? My befuddled mind tried to pull an image to the name, but all of that was instantly forgotten as John pulled off my skirt. I ran my hands up his bare chest.

The night drew on, and I lost my virginity to John Lennon.

And never once did my boyfriend cross my mind.

A/N

Yeahhh... Sorry all you AnnaxPaul shippers... Don't kill me... There'll be plenty of fluffiness between her and Paul in later chapters...

-Jamie