"And did you agree with that? John?" he had already left "Where's John?"

"He changes his humor, as a baby his diapers" he stated "He must be at the restaurant, let's go"

…./

It was Sunday morning, everyone were at the roof, playing, except for John, who was sitting in a corner with a cigarette in his mouth. George was showing Paul the new riff for the song while Ringo played randomly the drums.

"…Maybe I should follow you George, or what if we start directly with the riff?"

"Yeah I think that should be the opening riff, or maybe if John were listening" he said "What is he doing?"

"I don't know, writing I guess" Paul said

"Writing? Without you! Careful McCartney, perhaps he wants to start a new band"

"George" he warned "I think he needs time to be alone, that's all"

"He has been acting a little weird don't you think?"

"Yes, I've notice, last Friday we were talking to Michelle, and he just disappeared"

"I thought he liked her, or at least didn't hate her" they both turned to see him, and his response to that was

"What are you looking at, pair of queers!" he stood up, and walked towards them "Did you finish?"

"No, because you haven't help at all" Ringo said

"Stick to your drums boy" John said

"Were you writing?"

"Yes, In fact I was, see I don't need you that much Paul" he took his guitar

"I was just asking; shall we start rehearsing?" And so, they began.

/…../

A bus waiting for the Beatles was parked outside the building, as they were still in the apartment

"Boys, quickly! We have to go!" Shake said

"Calm down, the bus is not going anywhere without us" George said

"He's right , y'know? " Ringo seconded George

"Yes, but it's 9 o'clock and Norm must be waiting impatiently for us!"

"What about that Russell, Is he going with us" Ringo waited for a NO, HE'S NOT

And he got it " No, he's not, he will travel by plane"

"PLANE!" John exclaimed "We've been fooled"

"Stop it, we have our own bus, don't we?" Paul was avoiding a confrontation

"I don't think you're telling the truth Shake" George smiled as he always smiled when he was about to tell a joke "I don't think is possible for a plane to take flight with Russell in"

"Yes, will never get on a plane! Maybe in a military one" John was always the one who followed George's jokes. They laughed, Shake didn't want to but he ended up chuckling

"Alright, enough, hurry now boys"

There it was, their bus, that made them feel important, the driver said "Good Morning fellas, what are you waiting for, jump in" and so they did, the bus had a small table with seats on the side, and at the back of the bus there were other seats, Norm was already there, he told them to sit and belt they seats. Michelle was also there, she was sitting next to the window, so she could have bright light to read her book; there were plenty of seats but John decided to sit next to her.

"Always with your nose stuck in a book" she only smiled, John thought of something else to say to get her attention, but nothing came to his mind, that was weird, that didn't tend to happen to him, he was always witty and clever when it came to having a conversation. She closed the book and said

"Is there something you want to tell me?" John had an answer for that, but no the answer he wanted her to know.

He stood up "You could have say you wanted to be alone" but she grabbed his hand and told him to sit.

"You choose me as you seat partner, now suffer" she joked "I haven't written a lot about you, now bore me with you stories"

"Fine child, what do you want me to tell you?"

"Something I don't know, that no one knows"

"I'm actually an alien" then closely to her ear said "But don't tell anyone"

"I won't" she played along "Is this what you expected?"

"What? The planet earth?"

"Stop with the jokes, I'm talking about your success"

"It's not that bad, I mean, money, girls, rock and roll"

"I don't think that really matters to you" she knew he was lying when he started to play with his glasses.

"It's great, but I'm not sure what I really want, it's like they have this expectation of me, an expectation I don't even have" he put his glasses on "I only write music, songs. I thought I could change the meaning of music, as Elvis or Chuck did to me, but I don't see it happening"

"What are you saying?"

"They know my whole name, but no all the lyrics of my songs"

"I'm sure it's all in your head"

"Really and how do you know that?"

"I just know, I happen to be very smart"

He smiled "I know"

"Oh my sweet Lord, Is John Lennon agreeing with me? Must be the world's end" she mocked

"Shut up, you're making me regret I said that"

"You're really good, and I mean it, you four!, and your songs are great"

"What do you want?" he questioned

"NOTHING" she said louder " I'm trying to say a compliment here!"

"But you are never this nice, fine I'm listening what else"

"Well, I kind of like your voice" she instantly knew that was something she didn't want him to know. "…the way it harmonizes with Paul's"

"So ,you like me huh?"

"I only said I love your voice…LIKE, I said like your voice"

"So, you love me now?... that's new"

"Stop, will you let me finish"

"I'm sorry, but do not get distracted by my charming, while your talking" he joked, and bated his eyes.

"That's all, I won't say a thing" she was mad, but mad with herself, for letting her inner feelings exposed.

"C'mon, continue, I have lovely eyes, or what?" now he couldn't stop

"You have a good band, period!"

She looked through the window, he tried to make her feel more comfortable, and he took his glasses and put them in her face "Now you look smart"

"Are you sure I don't look like a swaggering rock and roll singer?" He took off his glasses, from her

"No, you look like a cocky daddy's girl"

"When will you befriend me?" she yawned "I'm going to sleep just for a couple of minutes is that ok?" she rested her head in his shoulder.

"So, my stories really bored you"

With her eyes closed she said "Of course not, but I slept only 4 hours last night" she took his hand "We'll continued with this when I wake up" she yawned again "If you want to"

He felt her head resting on his shoulder, he swallowed, he had to admit that he felt something for her, he couldn't remember the last time he felt like that, evidently Paul was always there if he needed someone to talk, George was there to cheer him up or he could go and have a few laughs with Ringo; but it didn't compare to the way he was feeling being close to her. He fell into a deep sleep.

Hours later he felt the bus stop, he opened his eyes, looked to his left and Michelle wasn't there but he heard her laugh; She was sitting next to Paul, playing cards with George.

"Don't let Harrison fool you, he's great at blackjack" Paul advise her.

"Is that true? George? But you look so innocent!"

"Never trust the quiet one" he said "We have arrived, let's go; I'll teach you some tricks later" George said

John was only watching, with his glasses on, he felt something he couldn't tell exactly, it was rage , why? Because he knew Paul was flirting with Michelle, he had seen that before, and sadly for John, he had seen Paul succeed every single time. The adjective "Jealous" appeared in his thoughts. "No, I can't be jealous, I'm fucking Lennon" he thought.

Ok so sorry I haven't been here, writing, but now reading some of your reviews made me want to write more, enjoy it, tell me what you think, and some ideas if you want to.. ok whatever thanks for reading guys