"That was beautiful, George." I told him, arriving at John's house. I held his hand as we entered.

"I know. We have to go there more often, don't you think?" He said. I nodded.

"John! Paul!" George yelled, but silence was the only thing that followed. He looked around. "Where do you think they went?"

I shrugged. "I dunno." I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs. No wonder everything was a lot less tense, Paul wasn't there.

I hadn't forgotten about Paul for the past two hours. I kept replaying the scene over and over in my head, not of the 'incident' but of the things I said to him. I was starting to become worried, maybe I had upset him so much that he had to leave. But I soon dismissed the idea thinking he would be fine once he got over it.

"Have you talked to Paul?" George asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," he walked along the room, nervously studying Julia's wall paintings and decorations. "What did he say?"

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to mention anything that had happened while he was gone. "Nothing, why?"

He shrugged. "I dunno I just wanted to know if he mentioned anything about me."

"Err," I thought about how jealous Paul had sounded a few hours ago. How terribly confused he was that I had picked George over him. "No, he didn't mention you."

"He didn't?" George sounded surprised, like he expected Paul to be talking about him all the time.

"Uh, no." I told him. "We barely talked that much though." Well, that was partially true.

"Oh. Well 'cause, you know, we're in this row and stuff so I just thought..." He trailed off, still studying the house as if he hadn't been there a million times before.

"Yeah, Paul mentioned that..."

George turned to me quickly. "He did?!"

I nodded. "But he didn't tell me what it was about though."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah, good."

"So, I suppose you're not going to tell me either?"

He shook his head, no.

"Why not?" I asked, feeling offended. Does no one want to tell me anything anymore?

"Because you don't need to know." He said calmly.

"Yes I do! I wanna help you guys."

"See there's the problem," he came over and sat beside me. "You can't."

"And why's that?"

"You ask a lot of questions, y'know."

"George, please! This whole thing is screwing everything up! You two can't even look at each other anymore, when just a couple of days ago you two were playing music together and laughing and talking an-"

I was automatically silenced when his lips met mine and I let my thoughts about those two slip away. So, we sat there and kissed. We didn't even notice when the front door opened.

John whistled. "Get a room, 'ey?"

George and I stopped and laughed, looking at John. But I turned serious when I saw the man frozen behind him, the hurting expression I had witnessed for only a split second before, was back on his face. I looked over at George, who was also looking at Paul and smiling.

"Hey Macca," John began as he went into the kitchen. "You never told me why you were at Richie's in the first place."

Paul's gaze was now set to the floor. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh c'mon, Paulie. Don't be such a-"

"I said don't worry about it!" He yelled as he went over to his room and slammed the door.

"Woah," John said as he went out of the kitchen, holding a beer. "What's got 'is knickers in a twist?"

George shrugged. "Who knows."

Oh, I know. And so does he.

I sat there in silence as George stood up and joined John in the kitchen. Should I talk to Paul? Should I apologize, or just let him get over it? What if he doesn't get over it? What if he'll hate me forever and, in turn, hate George too? If he didn't already, that is. I didn't have a single idea as to what to do and, unfortunately for me, it worried me more than it should've.

* * *

"You two were over at Ringo's house?" George asked me as I took a sip from my beer.

I nodded. "Yep."

"Why?"

"I dunno why that wanker was over there but I just needed someone to talk to about a...problem of mine." Fuck. I suddenly remembered I had to call Cynthia.

"A problem of yours? I thought you barely liked Ringo." George said.

"I never said that."

"Uh, yeah you did."

"Well, I trust him now, alright? God, get off a guys back, will you?" I said in annoyance.

"Alright, sorry." He got a beer for himself and began to drink. "So, what'd you do this time?" He asked through a small smile.

"It doesn't concern you, kid." I informed. George's expression turned serious. He hated being called 'kid'.

"Bastard." He said.

"Now if you'll excuse me," I began to walk away. "I'll be making a phone call."

I headed out of the kitchen and towards my room, closing the door behind me. The last thing I wanted was anyone hearing my conversation.

I picked up the phone confidently, and began to dial the precious number. Once I got to the third digit, however, I slammed it down immediately. I had no clue what to say or how the hell I was going to say it. This was not a good thing.

Ok think Lennon, think, I started to consider a few things I could say to her that sounded sweet, loving, and apologetic.

'Hey Cyn. I know I'm a complete idiot and I shouldn't have done what I did but I want you to forgive me.' No, that's not going to get me anywhere.

'I know men find you attractive, I don't blame 'em. But-' Nah. That's already sounding cheesy.

'You are the love of my life, I need you. I know I was stupid but please take me back!' God, can you say desperate? No.

'I did it because you deserved it. You were a bitch, dancing with another guy instead of your own boyfriend!' Oh yeah, 'cause insulting her is going to do any good.

'I heard Sutcliffe was dancing with you and you know how much I hate when idiotic little fuckers like him dance with my girlfriend.' ...I like this one. But no, John, no. Insulting other people except for yourself is not gonna work, unfortunately.

I sighed and simply decided on, 'It was stupid of me to hit you and I'm sorry.' Yeah, that sounds decent. So, I picked up the phone and started dialing the number. Hearing the rings boosted up my confidence even more. Until...

"Hello?" I heard the sweet sound of her voice from the other line. I tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. "Hello? Who is this? Hello?" She kept asking me.

Idiot! Respond to her!!

I let out a noise that sounded between a sigh and an 'uh' sound. I made a quick reminder to bang my head against the nearest brick wall when I had the chance.

"Whoever this is, it isn't funny. This whole call is costing me money." Cynthia informed, sounding annoyed.

"I-uh..."

"Ok, bye."

"WAIT!" I heard myself yell into the phone just before she hung up.

"John?" Her voice was confused as she said my name.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's John." I told her.

I could almost see her rolling her eyes as she said this, "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to..." I couldn't bring myself to say what I needed to tell her. It was eleven words I had decided on saying. Only eleven words and I couldn't remember one! This was so all so frustrating.

"What?" She asked.

I sighed, trying to find the right words. "Apologize."

"Oh you want to apologize? What good do you think that'll do?!"

"Look, Cyn. I- I'm so sorry. I know I'm stupid, I know I'm a bastard. And I can't even explain to you how much regret I feel right now. I did it because you are the only one I really love. The only person I really want in my life. And I want to feel like you think the same way. So when I see you with other guys it makes me feel like you don't. You know I can't help my feelings, I go out of my mind..." There was silence on the other line and I thought she had hung up for a moment. But I then heard a low sob in my ear and I knew she was still listening.

"So, please forgive me Cynthia. If I could take it back, I would. Believe me." I waited for a moment, hoping she could say only a word so I would know that she forgave me. But as I waited, I couldn't hear a thing. And, after a moment, I heard the dial tone. She had hung up on me.

I put down the phone, completely surprised and devastated. I sat on the bed and looked at the floor. I felt a tear run down my face and I embarrassingly wiped it away as fast as I could, humiliated that I was being such a fucking baby about this. But just the thought of Cynthia staying mad at me forever, not forgiving me after that speech I gave to her, I couldn't help myself.

"John!" I heard George call from outside. I didn't answer him, no use for him seeing me like this.

"John, come out here!" He called again.

I sat up and opened the door aggressively, stomping my way to where he was. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

He pointed to the door. I turned and saw her standing there. Cynthia was looking at me, standing at the open doorway, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't even bother wiping them away.

I walked over to the doorway and stood right in front of her, watching her watching me. We didn't even have to say a word. I kissed her and then took her in an embrace, so glad we had each other again. And we stayed like that for quite a while.

~ I'm sorry that it's been taking me forever to update. So, I made this one a bit longer to make it up to you guys. I promise the next couple of updates will be more frequent. And I really appreciate the people reading and commenting. You guys are great :) ~