A/N: Here it is chapter eleven of "Dear Prudence"! Thank you for your reviews beatlemaniacnumerouno, sunshineharrison, 80icrazy80, SideshowJazz1, MARSHMELLOW PIES, and RoseByAnotherName215! You put a very wide smile on my face after a hard day's night ;D I'll shut up now, and let you read chapter eleven of "Dear Prudence"! Enjoy! :D
From the corner of Prudence's eye, she saw John walking towards her. She took really deep breaths, kept calm, and watched George and Pattie hugging each other like bears. Oh! how she hated to see them hugging each other. She looked at them with a disgusted look on her face. She noticed that John was walking to the other way, and she let out a relieved sigh. But suddenly, John was behind him-but she didn't notice it.
"Hello, Prudence," he greeted her, and she was startled. She glanced to her back, and let out a relieved sigh, because it was John.
"Hello, John," she greeted him back, still having the mini heart attack. "You startled me."
He chuckled.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him with an eyebrow raised.
"We're going to shoot the film here," he said. "Can I talk to you?"
"You are talking to me now, aren't you, John?" she answered smartly.
He chuckled again. "I mean, alone, Prudence," he said boldly. "Can I talk to you alone?"
She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "You're not going to do anything to me, right?" she asked him shyly.
"Nope."
She rested her eyebrow. "Alright, fine," she sighed. "How about we talk outside? I need a little fresh air, anyway."
"Sure," he said, and they both walked out of the hotel. Paul was watching them both until they were out of the hotel.
Prudence leaned against the hotel wall, and looked at John, who was standing before her and lighting his cigarette, with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"Want one?" he said while offering a ciggie.
"No, thanks," she said. "I don't smoke."
He scoffed, and took a drag.
"What is it that you want to talk to me about, John?" she asked him kindly, and looked at his handsome brown eyes. She immediately got lost in his lovely twinkling eyes, and couldn't help swooning (secretly, of course) because of his handsome face. I may describe her being like this, but on the outside she looked serious.
"I want you to know what I think about you, Prudence," he said to her, and her heart immediately began to race.
She looked at him with a nervous look. She was afraid that he either would tell her that he thinks that she's horrible and other bad things. She pursed her lips, and her heart began to beat faster than before when his eyes met hers.
"You want me to know what you think about me?" she asked him slowly, quite nervous, as you can see.
"Yes," he said and took another meaningful drag.
"Well...what do you think about me, John?" she asked him. "Go on, tell me."
He took a deep breath while looking down to the ground, and exhaled. He looked up, and met her eyes again. Her eyes were now electric blue, and the color sent shivers down his spine. He had goosebumps just by seeing her eyes. In a good way, of course.
"I like you, Prudence," he said to her, and her eyes turned big. "And I think that you're a very smart girl, and..." he paused, trying to find the proper words to describe her.
"And what?"
"...And you're just another crazy fan of John Lennon and the rest of The Beatles," he continued with a serious look on his face. She looked at him in disbelief, and gritted her teeth.
"You think that I'm just a crazy fan of John Lennon, as you put it, eh, John?" she asked him through her gritted teeth. "Then why aren't I screaming my lungs out when you're around? Why am I not chasing you, and you're running for your life? I'm not a crazy fan, John. Why are you telling me this? I know you, John."
"You only know John Lennon, the Beatle," he insisted. "You don't know John Winston Lennon."
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked at him with angry eyes. He looked at him, and suddenly giggled.
"Now, what are you giggling about?" she asked him, infuriated.
"You look funny when you're angry," he said with another giggle.
She groaned, and stomped her foot.
"Now, you're being like a spoiled child when your mother doesn't allow you to buy a little doll with a nice red bow," he said.
She glared at him.
"You haven't let me finish," he said to her.
"Well, finish it, then!" she said.
"And you are feisty, too," he said. "You're much fun when you're drunk. You're boring when you're sober."
"What are you trying to tell me, John?" she asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "Paul told me to tell you what I think about you."
"Well, is that all, John?"
"Yes, I think so," he said. "No hard feelings, then?"
She shot him a cold smile. "No hard feelings," she said to him. "I'm just losing some respect for you, John Lennon, the Beatle. I thought that you're a nice person, don't you know that?"
He smirked. "I can be nice too, you know?" he said. "But only for a short while."
"Well, thank you for wasting my time and your time, John," she said to him. "Now I know what you think about me, and who you really are." She walked away, and left John finishing his cigarette.
She stormed in to the hotel with a frown, and Paul stopped her by standing before her.
"What's the matter, Prudence?" asked Paul. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am perfectly fine, Paul," she said with a fake smile. "What makes you think that I'm not okay?"
"You were frowning," he said. "Did John say anything bad to you? By bad, I mean swear."
"Oh, no, no," she said. "He only
told me that I am just another crazy fan of him, you, George, and Ringo. I am not a crazy fan like those other girls! I don't scream when you're around now, don't I, Paul?" She groaned.
He smiled at her kindly.
"Would you like to sit down for a while, Prudence?" he asked her.
"No, I don't want to sit down, Paul," she insisted impatiently. "I need to go back to my room, and think all by myself about my problems."
"Can I at least accompany you?" he asked her. "I know that you need to talk to someone about your problems, Prudence. I know that you cry all night because no one wants to listen to you about your problems, and I know that you need a shoulder to cry on instead of a pillow."
Her cheeks turned pink, and rested her palms on her waist. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"You can talk to me, Prudence," he said sweetly. "I promise, that I will keep any secrets that you will tell me, love."
She smiled sweetly at him, and rested her eyebrow. "What about the film?" she asked him.
"It's going to start filming at about eight or so," he said. "The clock just struck seven, and we have an hour to talk."
Suddenly, John walked to them, and interrupted their conversation. Prudence looked at him bitterly.
"What are you two talkin' about?" he asked them. "It looks very interesting from the way I see it from far."
"Oh, it's nothing, John," Paul lied. "Prudence and I were just talking about the film."
"Okay," answered John. "That doesn't sound interesting at all. I'm going to sit down." He walked to the sofa and sat beside Ringo.
"What do you think, Prudence? Would you like to talk to me in your room? And perhaps, cry on my shoulder?" Paul asked her with a handsome smile that she couldn't resist.
She shook her head. "I don't know, Paul," she said. "Will it be worth it, though?"
He nodded his head, and gave him his famous charming wink. She grinned at him.
"How do you know that I need a friend to talk to, Paul?" she asked him, curious.
He chuckled, and gently touched the tip of her nose.
"Because I know girls, and I know what they need," he said, and she chuckled. He held her hand so she could feel better.
"Let's go then, love?" he said, and she nodded her head.
As they walked toward the lift, John was watching them across the room with a frown. He didn't notice that Ringo was calling him.
"What is it, Ringo?" asked John.
"Nothing, I was just checking up on you," he said innocently.
"Well, I'm fine, Ringo," he insisted, and grabbed a magazine. "Please, do not disturb, I am reading a magazine."
"Okay." Said Ringo and went back to his own business.
A/N: There it is, the chapter eleven of "Dear Prudence". Finally. Thanks for reading, beloved readers! Now...review!