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Chapter 11: Some Other Guy

Sasha's POV

October 20, 1958

"Johnny and the Moondogs!" The announcer at the Casbah Coffee Club in Liverpool shouted their new name into the microphone. Three boys dressed head to toe in leather ran past me up the stairs to the stage as I was climbing down them.

John followed them, "Love, you did wonderful as always."

"Thank you," I smiled before kissing him, "Rock the roof off this place."

"You know I will," John winked at me and continued climbing the stairs to the stage.

The crowd roared when he stepped on. I walked back to the dressing room to get changed out of my stage clothes, a sparkly dress that I spent hours working on.

When I got to the dressing room, I could hear the muffled sound of the boys playing rock songs and the crowd cheering and singing along. The Liverpool crowds were starting to build for us, and they like me as well. It felt good to have people compliment my singing and songwriting on the street.

After I was changed into my normal dress, I walked out into the crowd and ordered a cappuccino at the bar. The boys were singing a slower song now, so it was easier to move through the crowd. I grabbed my coffee and found a quiet table near the back to watch them perform.

I looked at John onstage. He was a natural showman, and I knew that he loved every second of performing. I stared at him as he sang the lead vocal to the ballad they were playing, totally in love. I couldn't believe that it had been a little over a year since we had our first date. John and I were so in love, and as soon as we could find the time and money, we wanted to get married. Besides doing gigs with the boys, I didn't have another job. I just did housework for my dad during the day and wrote songs. I needed to keep writing, so I could have a good catalog if I ever do make it big. John had started art school in late August and went on and on about how much he enjoyed it. Other than his mother passing away, John had been so happy. I got along with Mimi nowadays and would often visit her and have tea when John was at college. She would tell me that this is the happiest she's ever seen John. Those words made me feel good. I know that I am part of the reason he's so happy, and he's the reason I'm always smiling as well.

John also just moved from Mimi's house to room with one of his friends he made at art school. The apartment only has one bedroom, so John told me he was sleeping on a mattress in the living room floor, but it's all he can afford. After his mother died, John moved in with me for a while. My dad didn't mind. However, John felt like he was a burden and started looking for a flat for me and him. All of ones we looked at were too expensive, so we decided against renting together at the moment. When he found this roommate from Art College, he jumped at the chance to live there. The guy who he's rooming with says that John only has to pay a third of the monthly rent since he doesn't have a bedroom. I haven't been to see it yet, but John said it was close to his college.

"Excuse me."

I turned around to find a man that looked to be close to John's age standing before me. He wore all black clothing, and he even had black sunglasses on in the club. His dark hair was slicked back in a quiff. He was very handsome, there's no denying that.

He sat down across from me. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Usually John was around to make all of the unwanted men go away.

"You're Sasha McCartney?" He asked in Liverpudlian accent, "John's bird?"

I grinned, "Yes. And you are?"

He took his sunglasses off to reveal the most beautiful dark eyes I had ever seen. He ran his hands through his hair. This man was probably the coolest and most modern guy I had seen in Liverpool.

He outstretched his hand across the table, "Stuart Sutcliffe. Call me Stu."

I took his hand with mine. Stu brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. He certainly was a charmer. I was still confused by him though.

Stu sensed my discomfort, "John lives with me."

I smiled, "You're the friend from art school. Nice to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well," Stu smiled at me, "John wasn't lying when he said you were the most beautiful bird in Liverpool."

I felt my cheeks go red, "Thank you."

Stu smirked at me, "Your eyes. They're unlike any I've ever seen. The blue color is striking. I could paint with that color every day."

I smiled again. Stu was making me blush. He definitely knew what to say to women.

He laughed at my red cheeks, "I can't wait to get to know you better. John and I are already great friends. You know, you need to come back to my flat when the show's over. Me and you and John can open a bottle of champagne, and you can tell me all about yourself."

I nodded and took a sip of cappuccino, "I would love that."

"You know, you're extremely talented as well. I watched your set."

I smiled at him. By now, the boys were done with their set and had left the stage. Stu continued to compliment me until John wandered over, a beer bottle in hand.

"Sasha," he sat down next to me, "You met Stu?"

I kissed his cheek, "Yeah, he's very nice."

Stu flashed a charming smile, "Actually, John, I invited her back to our place. I just bought a bottle of cheap champagne I thought we could all share."

John kissed my lips forcefully, obviously showing Stu that I was John's, "Sounds great. Let's head there now. I'll go get our things from the dressing room, Sasha. Wait outside with Stu."

I walked along side Stu as we exited the club and stood out by the door in the alleyway. Stu took a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and lit one.

"You want a ciggie?" He said, pointing the box at me.

I smiled, "No thanks."

Stu look surprised for some reason, "You don't smoke?"

"No," I replied, "I never really got into it."

Stu looked around for a minute and exhaled smoke and muttered a word under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked.

Stu sighed, "It's just strange. Listen I haven't known John for as long as you have, but you just don't seem to be his type. You're a sweet girl, you know?"

I was a little annoyed, "What do you think his type is?"

Stu looked around. Just then, a girl wearing the shortest black leather skirt and highest high heels I had ever seen passed us. Her shirt was open at the top. Her ensemble left little to the imagination.

"Her," Stu said pointing at the girl.

I scoffed and turned away from him. He had only met John two months ago and me ten minutes ago. Who was he to judge the good relationship that we had going?

Stu stepped toward me again, "Don't get me wrong. John is completely head over heels in love with you. He doesn't bloody shut up about you."

John snaked his arm around my waist and kissed my neck, "Hello again, love. Having a nice chat with Stu?"

I nodded and pulled away from him, "Where's our things?"

"Oh," John said suddenly, "Paul's taking everything back to his. We can go get it tomorrow. Except, I brought your handbag with your extra clothes in case you sleep over tonight."

I kissed him lightly on those lips that I couldn't get enough of, "What'll I sleep in?"

John smirked at me, "Let's just say, you won't need pajamas."

I hit his chest playfully, and I noticed that Stu looked uncomfortable and awkward.

Stu started walking, "Well, let's get a move on."

The apartment was rather close, but it looked like a scary part of town. Stu led us up to the door, and we walked inside. The place was falling apart on the inside, and we walked up the stairs to their apartment door. Stu pulled out his key and unlocked it. I followed John and Stu inside the small apartment. It was dirty and smelled of cigarettes and paint. The living room had a coffee table, a sofa, and John's mattress. The kitchen next to it was filthy, and I know there were at least five ashtrays sitting on the table. I noticed two doors down the short hallway, which I assumed were Stu's bedroom and a bathroom.

"Well, it's not much, but it's home," Stu said, taking off his leather jacket.

"Are these yours?" I motioned to the abstract paintings that were hung on all of the walls.

Stu sat down on the sofa with the bottle of champagne and plastic cups he had fetched from the kitchen, "Yeah."

John was still gripping my hand, and he led me over to the sofa. He sat down next to Stu with me on the other side. John was being subtly territorial, and it was kind of sexy.

I placed my hand on his thigh, and kissed me fiercely on the lips.

"At least wait until I'm full of champagne and in bed," Stu said handing us both cups of champagne.

I sipped it slowly. I wasn't even halfway done with mine when Stu and John poured themselves more of the gold liquid. The three of us talked for a while. Stu was a really nice guy, and by the end of the night, I was glad that John made a friend like him. He was also an extremely talented artist that I knew would successful and famous one day.

Stu stood from the sofa and stretched, "It's time for me to head to bed. It was great to finally meet you, Sasha."

"Good to meet you too," I replied back.

"Goodnight all. Try not to be too loud, John," Stu said walking toward the bedroom.

I blushed, and John chuckled.

April 25, 1959

John walked in the front door of my house carrying a rolled poster and a guitar slung around his back.

"Hello, John," I called from the kitchen, as I was baking cookies for him.

He walked in the kitchen and put his things down on the table. I felt his arms caress my body as they wrapped around me tightly.

He began kissing up my neck slowly, "I missed you a lot today. "

I smiled as I scooped the chocolate chip cookie dough on to the baking sheet, "I missed you too, so I making you some goodies."

"For me?" I could feel John smile into neck.

I opened the oven and slid the tray in. John smacked my butt as I bent over. I closed the oven and smirked at him. He wiggled his eyebrows and let out a goofy laugh. I went into the living room and sat down at the piano. John sat down close to me. I've been teaching him piano ever since he found out that I knew how. A picture of us at one of George's relative's wedding was sitting on top of the old upright piano. I smiled at it, thinking of that night. The boys played at that wedding, and all of the guests were loving them and dancing. That's when I knew that the boys and their music was definitely going to make it. John jumped off the stage in the middle of the set to let Paul and George sing while he danced with me. Paul sang 'Love Me Tender' as John slowed danced with me. That was our song. I never got tired of slow dancing with John to our song. Just then, as if he read my mind, John started playing the melody of it on the piano keys. That was one of the first songs I taught him. I looked up and smiled at him.

"Love me tender, Love me true," John started singing to me softly.

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. I also never get tired of his lips and the way they move with mine. Every kiss was like the first one.

I pulled away keeping my face close to his, "I want you to meet my mom."

"You mom?" John asked looking into my eyes, "In America?"

I held his hand, "Dad's going to visit his siblings, and I was thinking we could fly there with him and do our own thing, including have you meet my mom. I miss her so much. I haven't seen her in two years."

John looked down at our hands, "When's he going?"

"June. Don't worry, it's when your term ends at the art college," I explained to him, "What's wrong?"

"Will she like me?" John was still looking down.

"John, look at me," he looked into my eyes once more, "I have no doubt in my mind that she'll love you. You make me happy, and that alone will make her think the world of you."

"I love you," John whispered, kissing me softly.

I look into his beautiful hazel eyes, "I love you too."

I let go of his and stood up to go check on the cookies, "Oh, John, it would be so much fun. We hang out in New York for a couple of days. We could stay with my Aunt Eileen, and then we could fly to Nashville and stay with my mom for a week or so. I could take you to the Opry one night. I can't wait for you to see Nashville. Maybe after that, just me and you could go the beach."

John watched me as I talked excitedly about all of the things I could show him in America.

He sighed. I looked at him, "What?"

"It's silly," John sighed again, "Listen, if you tell any of the lads this I'll break up with you."

I laughed, "John, don't be dramatic. What is it?"

He hesitated, "I've never been on a plane before. What if we crash?"

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, "The plane won't crash. I've been on planes so much. We would travel somewhere all the time when we lived in America. Besides, I'll be right beside you, holding your hand the whole time."

John kissed me, "In that case, I'd love to go to America with you."

I kissed him again and took the cookies out of the oven. I placed a couple of them on a plate and handed it to John. I got myself a couple as well and took a seat next to him on the couch.

"Better hurry up and eat those cookies," John said, smirking at me.

I looked up at him. He had chocolate on the side of his mouth, so I kissed it off, "Why?"

He was still smirking at me, and he had that look in his eyes, "That dress is killing me, and I can't wait much longer to rip it off of you."

I smiled at him and got up to put my plate in the kitchen. The cookies can wait. John had already scarfed down his cookies, and he left his plate on the couch as I grabbed his hand and began to drag him toward the stairs.

It was my turn to smirk back at him as we entered my bedroom, "My dad gets home at six. Make sure you're finished by then. I know you last a long time."

John laughed as he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, "I may last a long time, but you love every second of it."

He kissed my neck. God, I loved him.

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