A/N: Sorry that it took me a long time for to update the story. I'd been quite busy lately, and last week, I went out of town. I wrote the rest of the chapters of the story there. I'll shut up now and let you read. Enjoy ;)
Prudence walked straight back to her hotel room, and she was very tired. After the shooting the film, arguing, misunderstanding, and all. Her body hurts, and she had a terrible case of headache.
As soon as she got inside the hotel room, she lied down on the couch, and closed her eyes. She wanted to cry, but it was so hard to let the tears and sadness from her eyes. She decided to lie still, and drift herself to dreamland.
That evening just before the clock struck seven, Prudence was talking with Christian on the phone. She was alone in the hotel room. Her friends went out for dinner, and they would be back quite late. She didn't mind at all.
Prudence was talking about Pattie with Christian, and she told him how upset she was. The best thing about Christian is that he loves to listen to what she says and he would understand.
"I am hating Pattie for a while," she said and buried her face on her palm. "I don't know how long it would last, but I hope that it wouldn't be too long. I don't like to be in fight with her."
"Me too, because I do not like to hear you hating someone," he said, trying to comfort her. She knew that there was a wide and handsome smile on his face.
She chuckled, and twirled the telephone chords on her finger. "Oh, Christian. What are you doing tonight?" she asked him.
"Just doing nothing but thinking about you. And you?"
"I'm going to have dinner with John," she said. "He's trying to cheer me up."
"I wish that I am with you right now. I will cheer you up and make you smile."
"You are cheering me up already, Christian," she said, and then someone suddenly knocked on the door. "I think he's here, already. I'll call you again soon."
"Okay. Have fun, love," he said.
"You too, but don't jack off!" she said with a chuckle. "Bye, Christian. I love you."
"I love you, too," he said.
She hung up, and walked to the door while grabbing her coat and purse. With trembling and sweaty hands, she opened the door, and smiled at the man who was standing before her.
"Ello, Prudence," John greeted her with a warm smile on his handsome face.
"Hello, John," she greeted him back with a wide smile on her face.
He looked down to the dress that she was wearing, and then looked at her face again.
"Jesus, what are you wearing, love?" he asked her with an eyebrow raised.
"I'm wearing a dress," she said slowly.
"I know that you're wearing a dress!" he said. "Your face, love! What did you put?"
She looked at him with kind eyes. "Make-up." She said. "I thought you like girls with make-up?"
"Now, who told you that?" he asked her.
She paused for a while. "Magazines," she said.
"No," he shook his head. "You don't know me, Prudence. You're just another fan of mine, who thinks that you know everything. But you don't. If you want to get to know me better from myself instead from bloody magazines, talk to me."
"Okay," she said with a nod, she was rather disappointed that he didn't like to see her in make-up.
"You look better, though, without make-up," he said. "You look more…natural."
A smile curled to her lips. "Thank you, John." she thanked him, and he nodded his head as an answer.
She walked out of the room while wearing her coat, and closing the door. She grabbed the key from the keyhole, and they both walked down the hallway to the lift.
"Where are we going to have dinner?" she asked him as they entered the lift.
"At me house," he said.
She looked at him. "What about Cynthia?" she asked him.
"She's visiting her parents for a few days with Julian," he said. "We have the house to ourselves tonight."
"And what about dancing?" she asked him.
"At me house," he said again. "I'll be playing a few Buddy Holly, Elvis, and Vincent's records, if you don't mind."
"Oh, no, I don't," she said. "I love them! Especially Elvis. But, you and your bandmates are more handsome than him."
He held his collars, and put on a handsome smile on his face.
"Thank you," he thanked her.
Let us skip until the part when Prudence was in John's house. Her hands and legs were trembling. She couldn't believe that she was in John Lennon's house! And she's going to have dinner with him. She took off her coat as he closed the door behind them. It was a cozy home; there were hanged portraits of John, Cynthia, and Julian on the walls.
"What a lovely home you have, John!" she sighed as she politely gave her coat to John.
"Thank you, Prudence," he thanked her kindly. "It wouldn't be a lovely home without a perfect husband!"
She looked at him while chuckling. "You're a perfect husband?" she asked him in disbelief.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Cyn said so," he said and stood before her. "I'm cooking dinner, hope you like it." A wide smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Why?"
"I don't know," he said while shrugging his shoulders. He held her hand, and her heart was beating very hard. "Come on, love. Let's eat."
He walked her to the dining room, and pulled a chair for her to sit. As she sat down, he pushed the chair, and walked to the kitchen to get the food.
Her hands were under the table, and they were nervously rubbing against each other. She still couldn't believe that she was in John's house, and she was going to have dinner with him! She sat straight when he entered the room bringing two plates of pasta. It smelled delicious, and she couldn't wait to taste it.
"Here you go," he said as he set the plate of pasta before her. "Bon appetit." He sat on his chair and held his spoon and fork.
"Thank you, John," she thanked him. "Bon appetit à toi aussi."
"French speaker, eh?" he asked her with a smile on his face and his eyebrow raised.
"Not that fluent, though," she answered while shaking her head.
He chuckled. "But you sound elegant while speaking French, though," he said, complementing her. Her cheeks turned red, and she looked down at her food to hide her face.
After a few minutes of eating, he took her to a club to go dancing. He held her tightly on his arm to tell the guards that she was with him.
"Oh, of course, Mr. Lennon," said the guard with a nod and a smile.
"Thank you, lads," thanked John as he and Prudence walked inside the club.
There were people dancing on the dance floor with their partners; people drinking liquors; and people smoking cigarettes. Prudence never had been to a place like this. She looked at the people with wide eyes, and thought how fab they looked.
"What's wrong, Prudence?" he asked her while waving his hand before her face. She glanced at him, and saw there was a cheeky smile on his handsome face.
"You've never been to a place like this?" he asked her while chuckling, and she shook her head as an answer. "Where does your boyfriend take you, then?"
"Only to the movie theaters and nice restaurants," she said slowly.
"Have you kissed him?" he asked her. "Or made out with him in his car?"
She shook her head. "Why are you asking me that question?" she demanded.
"Curious, I'm curious!" he said.
Someone suddenly called them from the bar. They glanced at the bar, and saw Paul with his girlfriend, Jane Asher, sitting down with cigarettes between their fingers. John held Prudence's hand, and walked her to the lovely couple.
"Hey, Paul," said John with a wide smile on his face. "What are you doing here?"
"Jane and I thought that we should go dancing," he said. "And what about you and Prudence?"
"Same thing." John replied and sat on the empty stool beside Paul.
"Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce you to Prudence," said Paul to Jane. "Now, Jane, this is Prudence, Dick Lester's oldest daughter. And Prudence, you do know Jane Asher, right?"
"Oh! of course, I know Jane!" said Prudence excitedly and looking at Jane with kind eyes. "I admire you so much, Jane! You are very beautiful!"
"Oh, thank you, Prudence," said Jane with her high-pitched voice and a friendly smile on her face. "You don't look bad yourself. Clearly, you are beautiful! Sit down beside me, love." She tapped her palm on the empty stool beside her.
Prudence sat beside her, and talked to Jane all night long. They get along well because they are almost the same age. Jane was eighteen, and Prudence was going to be the same age as Jane soon.
And then Prudence talked to Paul while John and Jane danced together on the dancefloor. Prudence didn't order liquor, only a club soda, and Paul laughed at her.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked him sternly.
"Why aren't you drinking, young lady?" he asked her while chuckling.
"I am drinking, aren't you?" she said as she took sips of her club soda.
"Drinking liquor, I mean," he said, and looked at the bartender. "Two glass of red wine, please."
"Coming right up," said the bartender, and poured red wine into two empty glasses. He gave them to Paul, and made another drinks for the other customers.
Paul gave a glass of wine to Prudence. "Here, drink this," he said to her with a loud voice because the music was too loud. "This will keep you calm."
"How do you know?" she asked him. "What if I go wild and throw up in public?"
"I'm responsible," he said to her. "Now, please, drink."
She took little sips of the red wine, and it tasted good. She had a slight headache, but she would be fine.
"What do you think?" he asked her.
She looked at him with wide eyes, and laughed. "I think it's great!" she said, and drank the wine until the glass was empty.
"Can I have more?" she asked him with sunken eyes.
He poured the red wine into her empty wine glass. She raised her glass, and he raised his. They cheered, and drank the wine until the glasses were empty.
"Oh! that tastes good!" she said while laughing really hard. Obviously, she was drunk. She jumped off from the stool, and ran to where John was.
"Oh, John! John!" she sighed and hugged him tightly around her arms. She made him stop dancing. Both Jane and John were concerned.
"Prudence, are you all right?" asked Jane while gently poking Prudence's arm.
"I've never felt better in my life!" said Prudence while gently swaying her body and laughing.
John sniffed, and he smelled wine on her mouth.
"Were you drinking wine, Prudence?" he asked her.
"The best drink in the whole wide world!" she said and laughing really hard. "I love wine! Wine loves me! Wine, wine, wine!"
"Clearly, she's drunk!" said Jane. "We should sit her down."
Prudence rebelled. "I don't want to sit down! I want to dance with John, and I want him to hold me tight!" she said to him while looking at him with sunken eyes. She grabbed his hand, and set it on her lower back. "Hold me tight, Lennon!"
"You should sit, Prudence," he said.
"But I don't want to sit down!" she said. "I want to dance with you! And with Jane! And with Paul!"
Paul was still laughing when he came to her. Jane and John looked at him with serious looks on their faces.
"What did you do to her, Paul?" demanded Jane and John at the same time sternly.
"I just gave her wine," he answered. "I thought she wouldn't get drunk."
"Well she is drunk, because she haven't drink before," said John still holding Prudence on his arms. "Prudence, stop!"
"We better take her home before she does something silly," said Jane, and glanced at Prudence. "Prudence, we're going home now."
"I don't want to go home!" Prudence whined and stomped her foot like a little child.
"Fine." Said John, and he carried her on his shoulder. "Let's get out of here." He started to walk away, and Prudence was laughing. Paul and Jane followed them while holding hands.
"Yay! I'm being carried by John Lennon!" Prudence yelled happily and laughed.
The next thing she knew, she fell asleep while being carried by John.
A/N: So, yeah, there it is, chapter eight. Keep on reading, beloved readers ;)