John's POV

I was on the set of the film with the lads. We were in a hotel lobby, and it looked very grand. The script of the movie was on my laps, and I was too lazy to read it. I'm John fucking Lennon, for crying out loud! I can make people laugh without a script! I can make girls scream because of me own witty words and good looks!

"John, hey, John," Paul interrupted me, and I looked at him.

"What is it, McCartney?" I demanded, quite annoyed.

"Erm…so how was last night? You know, with Prudence?" asked Paul and clearing his throat. "Jane and I decided to come home after that, remember?"

"Oh, it was fine until you made her drunk," I said. "She kept on talking about me in her sleep! Like, 'I love you, John!' and 'You're very handsome, John! Please, be mine!' and all that shit."

He chuckled, and I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you chuckling about, lad?" I asked him, puzzled.

"Oh, John," he sighed with his well-known cheeky grin. "You can't see it, can't you?"

"See what?" I asked again. I sounded like an idiot, I know, but whatever, okay? I didn't understand what Paul was talking about.

He set his hand on my shoulder, and smiled at me widely. I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Prudence Lester is in love with you," he said with a soft voice so George and Ringo wouldn't hear. "Not the kind of she's your big fan love, but love love. Like how you love Cyn."

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Look, Paul—" I suddenly paused, and wondered how the hell he knew about that. "How do you know that she's in love with me, McCartney?"

"I can see it in her eyes when she looked at you, Lennon," he said. "There are sparkles on her eyes, and her smile is always sweet when you're around. She was trying to show you that she's in love with you, but you can't see it, because you're too blind to notice that."

I pursed my lips, and didn't say anything.

"What do you think about her, John?" he asked me kindly.

"I think that she's too normal and brainy," I said to him. "She's just one of those crazy fans of mine, who thinks that she knows everything about me, but she actually don't. Besides, I am more attracted to her friend, Pattie Boyd."

Suddenly, George called Pattie's name, and ran to blonde girl to give her a hug. And beside the blonde, stood Prudence looking very annoyed and jealous.

"Do you dare to tell her what you told me, Lennon?" asked Paul to me with a smirk.

"Of course," I scoffed. "I'm John fucking Lennon."

I looked at Prudence, and I thought that she looked very pretty looking like a mess. She's a hot mess. I like it.

Hold on, John, you just told McCharmly that you will tell Prudence the things you told him. Ah, curse that prick! Well, I hope that she's not one of those easily offended girls.

I stood up, and walked towards Prudence, who was watching Pattie and George hugging each other.