A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry that it took me so long to upload this chapter. My laptop was broken for a few days, and it had to be repaired. I was reading fanfictions and answering messages using my phone. I have good news, and bad news. First good news is my laptop is fixed! The bad news is I LOST ALL OF MY FILES. MY BEATLES SONGS, BEATLES (RARE) PICTURES...EVERYTHING. But the good thing is, I reblogged most of those pictures on Tumblr, and wrote my stories on my notebooks.

I'll go on with the story, now. Have fun reading!


Prudence went back to school on Monday. Everyone was glad to see her again. Her classmates asked her how it felt like to meet The Beatles, and actually had the chance to talk to them. She told them it was very fab to meet The Beatles. But she didn't tell them her relationships with her two favorite Beatles.

She kept on paying attention to what her teachers were discussing about, even though their lectures were very boring, and made her sleepy. But she didn't fall asleep during her classes.

She was really glad when classes were over. She walked to the bus stop, which was near the school building, and waited for the bus to come like everybody there on the bus stop.

She was reading a book while waiting for the bus to come. Suddenly, she heard Christian's voice. She looked up from her book, and saw Christian standing near the bus stop with his friends. When she saw him looking at her, she immediately glanced back at her book. She felt very uncomfortable with him being a few feet from her.

The bus came two minutes later, and then they all walked in to the bus. She sat on the usual place, where she always sits on, and then continued reading her book. She saw Christian and his friends sitting on the row before hers. She hoped he wouldn't talk to her, because she wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody. She just wanted to read her book, or think about John.

She was very glad when those boys were no longer in the bus. She couldn't wait to come home, and call John on the phone. She immediately pressed the numbers as soon as she arrived home.

"Hello?" said a rough, husky voice on the other line.

"Hi, John," she greeted him cheerfully. "It's me, Prudence!"

"Prudence! Hello, love!" he said, and she knew that there was a smile across his face. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you, too," she said with a soft voice so her mother wouldn't hear from the living room. "How are you, John?"

"It's been a hard day's night, as Ringo said it," he said with a chuckle. "And you?"

"Tired." She sighed. "I'll be having my final exam next week."

"Well, I'm very sure that you will pass the exam, love."

She smiled. "Thanks, John."

"You're welcome, love."

"So…" she paused, thinking what to talk about with him. "What were you doing all day?"

"Well, me and the band were recording a few songs for the album," he said. "I couldn't wait for you to listen to the songs."

"I bet those songs are wonderful."

He chuckled. "How's your day at the boring ol' school?" he asked.

"We were discussing about the final exam," she said, and sighed. "I don't really want to talk about school right now."

"Well, it's fine by me, because I fucking hate school," he said jokingly.

She chuckled. "Oh, well, what can I do about it?" she said. "I'll be graduating from high school soon, and then I'll be attending college. I know that it's going to be much more interesting than high school."

He chuckled. "Is it because in college you can focus to one subject instead of billions subjects?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Prudence, get off the phone, go to your room, and study, now!" yelled Mrs. Lester sternly from the living room.

Prudence rolled her eyes. "John, my mother told me to go upstairs, and study," she said.

"I thought it's next week?"

"Yes, but I need to be ready."

"Okay, then. I love you, darling."

She smiled wider. "I love you, too, John."

"Bye."

"Bye."

She hung up, and swooned. She walked up to her room, and looked at her Beatles posters. She swooned one more time at the lovely sight of the loves of her life. She greeted each of them as she walked towards her desk. She brought out her school textbooks, and sighed sadly just at the boring sight of them. She studied until it was dinner time.


It was a lovely Saturday morning around ten-thirty. It was that lovely Saturday morning on the second week of May, and almost everyone in Liverpool would go out of the house to play in the park, or just have a nice walk around town. But Prudence stayed at home, studying, for the final exam, which she would take the next week. Mrs. Lester and Peyton were in her grandmother's house, so she wouldn't be distracted with the noise at home. They were staying until lunch. Yes, she was home alone.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she had to answer the door, because she was the only one at home. She was very surprised to see who was standing before her. He was smiling at her with that well-known cheeky smile of his. Her lips curled into a smile, and her eyes lit up with joy.

"John!" she said, and hugged him tightly.

"Hello, love," he greeted her with a chuckle, and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. It felt so good to be held tight by John. He smelled very nice. He smelled like cigarettes and tea—but mostly tea.

He set his finger upon her chin, and raised her head. He looked into her electric blue eyes, and then she looked into his warm brown eyes. He flashed a smile, and planted a kiss upon her lips. She kissed him back passionately, and closed her eyes. He traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, and pulled her closer. He grabbed her behind the knees, and carried her bridal style. She giggled, and he walked in while closing the door behind them with his leg. He ran to the front room, and dropped her on the sofa. He lied down on top of her, and started snogging her passionately (and crazily, I might add).

She suddenly remembered what she was supposed to do. She popped her eyes open, and rested her hands upon his chest. She parted her lips away from his, and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Why are you stopping?" he asked.

"Because I remembered that I was supposed to study," she said, and then chuckled. "But that was a nice way to keep me away from studying."

"It is, indeed," he agreed, and then they both chuckled.

"Aren't you supposed to be filming?" she asked after a short pause, still in that position.

"The final scene was filmed when you went back here," he said. "That's why I couldn't take you to the train station."

"I see," she said with a nod. "Then why isn't my father home?"

"He is cutting a few scenes."

She nodded her head. "Right."

They both sat straightly on the sofa while holding hands.

"Where are you staying?" she asked.

"At my Aunt Mimi's house."

"What about your parents' house?"

He pursed his lips, and then sighed. He squeezed her hand, and then looked at her.

"Well, uh…my parents split when I was about…four years old, I think. My Aunt Mimi and Uncle George raised me, but he died when I was fourteen years old. I met my mother again a few years after his death, but she died because a stupid drunken officer hit her with his car." He said with sadness on his voice and in his eyes. "And I haven't my dad from the time he and my mother split until today."

She looked at him with sad eyes. "John…I'm sorry…I-I didn't know." She said rather slowly.

He managed a smile, and nodded his head. "Well, you need to know that, because you are now my girlfriend," he said, and playfully tapped his finger on her nose. "And you don't need to be sorry, really." He planted a gentle and tender kiss upon her lips, and they both shared loving smiles.

"I need to study again, John," she said while reaching for her textbook.

"Okay." He said, and stood up from the sofa.

He slowly walked around the living room, looking at all the framed family portraits. He walked towards the piano, which was sitting on a corner alone. He sat down on the bench, and pressed the piano keys randomly. Maybe he could write a song just doing that. It didn't sound good, though. He pressed a chord with his left hand, and pressed three keys with his right hand.

Prudence was listening to him play the piano while she was studying for the exam. It sounded beautiful to her ears. She looked up from her book, and looked at him play. She never saw him play the piano before—well, it's because she only saw him play the guitar at his concerts.

He suddenly stopped, and then looked at her.

"Now, aren't you supposed to be studying, love?" he asked her.

Her cheeks turned pink. "Yes, but…the one you're playing sounds very nice," she said.

"Thanks," he said. "Do you have a piece of paper, and a pen?"

"They're in the bench," she said.

He stood up from the bench, and opened it. He found lots of music sheets. And they were unwritten. He took three sheets, and put it on top of the piano. He took the pen, and then closed the bench. He sat on it, and started scribbling the notes on the music sheet.

Prudence wanted to sit beside him, but she had to review her lessons if she wanted to pass the exam, and go to college whether she liked reviewing or not. But she couldn't concentrate, because John was playing the piano. Maybe she could move to the kitchen?

"Uh…John?" she began, looking up from her textbook.

"Yes, love?" he responded, not looking away from the piano.

"I'll be at the dining room if you'll need me," she said. "I'm going to study there."

"Sure."

She carried all of her books, and walked to the dining room. She set her books on top of the table, and she sat on her chair. She opened her Chemistry textbook. She didn't like Chemistry at all. It was the hardest school subject ever. She preferred Math than Chemistry.

John walked in to the dining room, and watched her study.

"What are you studying, Prudence?" he asked.

"Chemistry." She said with a sigh.

"Do you like Chemistry?" he asked again, and took a seat beside her.

"No."

"Then why are you studying Chemistry?"

"Because I don't like it."

He chuckled. "You're awfully strange, love."

"I've heard that a lot of times."

He looked at her, and smiled. He didn't mind that she was a smart bird. He actually fancied a few smart birds, such as her. Because he knew smart birds would be independent, and not that spoiled. But the only smart bird that he fancied very much is Prudence Lester.

"When are you having the exam?" he asked after a short pause.

"On Monday until Friday."

"How long have you been studying for the exam?"

"Since I arrived home." She said. "I need to be ready."

"Well, you've been studying a whole lot of times, and now you don't need to study for the exam, because you already know all of the…things."

It was true, though. She'd been studying since she went back from London. She knew the things that were coming during classes. She wanted to stop studying for a while, and go out with John. But she was afraid to do that, because her mother would be mad at her.

"I know, but…my mother would be mad at me if she knew that I'm not studying." She said, and looked at her.

He smiled cheekily at her. "I've an idea, love," he said, "maybe we could sneak out to the movie theater at night, and watch a movie?"

"But…I need to study."

"Surely, you couldn't study all day. Your brains will explode, because it is overloaded with useless information that you wouldn't need for college. And I do not want your smart brain to explode, love."

That was very sweet of him to say so.

She sighed, and then looked at her book. "I don't know, John."

"After all, today is Saturday. You still have tomorrow to review."

She sighed again. "John, I'm sorry, but I can't." She said. "Maybe some other time after my final exam? For how long are you going to stay here?"

"I'll be going back to London next Sunday." He said.

"You see?" She said. "We can go watch a movie on Friday night. It won't be long, because time flies so fast nowadays. I can't believe that I'm almost graduating high school."

"But—"

"Please, John. I need to study. I really want to pass the exam, and go to Oxford."

He pursed his lips, and managed a smile on his face. "Oh, well, if that's what you want," he said. "We have to wait until it's Friday."

She looked at him with a smile on her face. "Thank you, John." She thanked him, and planted a kiss upon his lips. Before she could part her lips, he kissed her again, and held her jaws. She smiled, and grabbed his collars.

He parted his lips from hers, and then they looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

"Is it okay if I come to your house everyday?" he asked her.

"It's okay," she answered with a grin. "Oh, how did you know where I live?"

He chuckled. "I asked your father."

She chuckled. "Right."


A/N: There you go. Chapter forty-five of Dear Prudence. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please, review...if you want to. If you don't want to, then it's fine. Have a nice day, beloved readers!

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