"What day is it today?" asked Prudence lazily. She was burying her face on the soft and comfy pillow.
"It's Sunday, Prudence," Pattie answered, and she sat down beside her friend cross-legged. "Wake up, please. It's ten o'clock already, and you haven't had your breakfast!"
"I'm too lazy to have breakfast," she answered, she didn't open her eyes or raise her head. "I'm not even that hungry. I don't want to eat breakfast, Pattie."
Pattie leaned closer to her lazy friend. "But breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" she said, and lied down on the bed beside her. "Please, Prudence. You'll get sick! And if you're sick, I won't take care of you!"
"Believe me, I won't get sick," Prudence insisted and let out a groan. "Can't I just have me breakfast in bed?"
"No, you can't! You'll attract ants! Especially if you eat very messily!" said Pattie sternly.
Prudence groaned, and remained laying on the bed.
"I—DON'T—WANT—TO—HAVE—BREAKFAST." She insisted through her gritted teeth.
"Alright, fine," said Pattie and she stood up from the bed. "If you're hungry, I won't give you anything to eat!"
"Well, who wants to eat when you're not hungry?" Prudence answered, and she heard the door being closed.
Urgh. Thanks to Pattie, she was awake, and couldn't go back to sleep. She was having a very nice dream of Paul. She quite forgot how it went, but it was very wonderful. She regretted of forgetting it and waking up.
She stood up from the comfy mattress, and dragged her feet to the mirror. She looked at her own reflection on the mirror, and dragged a comb across her head until her hair looked neat and tidy. She walked out of her room, and looked at her friends, who were sitting in the living room while smoking cigarettes. No wonder it smelled rather…strange.
"Starting your morning by smoking, eh?" she asked them as she walked towards the window.
"No," said Emma. "We started our morning by having breakfast."
"Come, and have a smoke with us, Prudence," said Beth, and she patted the empty space beside her.
"No, thank you," said Prudence. "I don't smoke, remember?"
"Oh, yes," said Beth, and looked at the television.
After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and wearing her clothes, Prudence decided to have a little walk. She needed to refresh her mind, and the best way to do it is to get out of the hotel and have a nice walk alone.
She thought about a lot of things as she walked down the street. She was thinking about how she slapped John very hard on the face, Paul being her secret lover, and Christian.
She let out a sad sigh when she thought about Christian. She assured herself that he wouldn't find out that she had been seeing Paul since he kissed her. He wouldn't find out that she was going out secretly with Paul. He wouldn't know at all. No, no he won't.
She wasn't really paying attention where she was going. She was just following her instincts. She went through a dark wet alley, and there were a few scary-looking men checking her out.
"How are you, doll face?" asked one of the scary-looking men.
She stopped walking, and looked at him. He was looking down to her bust. She gasped, and kept on walking as fast as she could. She thought that the alley was short, but it wasn't. It was a long alley. She heard loud footsteps. She glanced to her back, and saw that scary-looking man following her.
"Can I help you?" she asked him, but walking slowly.
"Yes, you can," he said, and smiled at her. "You can help me by pleasing me. If you know what I mean." He walked closer to her.
"I never!" she gasped.
"Oh, come on, love," he said. "Just for a while." He held her hand, and she immediately let go off hers.
"Don't touch me!" she said, and walked backwards slowly.
He walked closer to her, and she walked backwards. She should've not stopped walking. If she were still walking right now, she wouldn't be almost raped. She was quite scared.
She saw that his scary-looking friends followed behind him, and said things that she didn't and couldn't understand. Her heart was racing, and she was starting to panic.
One of them pushed her to the wall, and leaned her against it. Tears started to build to her eyes, and she tried to break free, but she couldn't.
"Help! Help!" she cried really loud while trying to break free.
One of them held her shoulders back, and laughed a devilish laugh. She was very scared, and couldn't do anything. She couldn't punch him, she couldn't kick him, and she couldn't step his foot.
"Help won't be on the way," he said to her, and pushed a stray of hair away from her face. He caressed her cheek with his rough thumb, and she turned her head away from him.
"Why don't you just piss off?" she demanded, scared half to death.
"After I do a little thing to you," he said to her.
She screamed again for help, and tears streamed down her face. She hated being there. She knew that her innocent life was over. She was about to be raped with a scary-looking man, and his scary-looking friends were going to watch her being raped. She closed her eyes really tight, and prayed to God that someone is going to rescue her.
She heard loud noises of punching, kicking, and throwing. She didn't feel the scary-looking man's dirty palms on her shoulders, and she opened her eyes, because she was very curious.
She saw John Lennon—JOHN LENNON—hitting, beating, and kicking the shit out of those scary-looking men. He punched one of them until they bled, and kicked them really hard on the stomach. He looked at her, and grabbed her by the hand. He ran as fast as he could with her following behind him.
When they were quite far from the dark alley and far from those scary-looking, perverted men. She begged him to stop running, because she was very tired, and needed to catch her breath. He listened to her, and stopped abruptly that made her bump against his back.
She bent down, and panted like a dog. She was catching her breath, and was trying to think straight again. Must she thank John for saving her although he was such a bastard to her last night? Yes, yes she must. She looked up, and stood straight. Her legs were still trembling, but he caught her when she was about to fall.
"I think, we should sit down for a while," he decided.
They walked to the nearest bench, and sat there. She was leaning against it, and straightened her legs to calm her down. She was still shocked about…well, what just happened a while ago.
"What were you doing there?" he asked her while looking at her kindly.
She looked at him, and was in a deep eye contact with him.
"I was having a little walk, that's all," she said. "Until those perverted men started saying that I should please them by giving them a blowjob, and looking at my bust."
He laughed really hard.
"I was about to be raped, and you're just laughing?" she demanded. She threw a nearest object to him, and stood up from the bench. "Well, that's very polite of you, John Lennon."
Before she could walk away, he pulled her back to the bench, and he leaned his face closer to hers, which made her leaned back to the arm of the bench.
"Lighten up, will ya?" he asked her.
"Lighten up? Lighten up? How can I lighten up after being almost raped?" she demanded and pushed him away. "You're a real bastard, John Lennon."
"Hey, my middle name is bastard." He said with a smirk.
"No, it's not!" she said. "Your middle name is Winston!"
He laughed heartily. "You're very funny, Prudence Lester," he said to her and pointed his index finger to her. "Aren't you going to thank me for saving you, though?"
She looked down to her lap, and her cheeks turned pink. She nodded her head, and played with her fingers.
"Yes, I suppose, that I should thank you for saving me," she said to him, and looked at him in the eyes. "Thank you, John Lennon, for saving my life…although you were being a bastard last night."
"Me being a bastard last night?" he asked her in disbelief. "I was being a gentleman last night, Prudence. I was apologizing to you…asking your forgiveness, and how did you react? By slapping my face!"
"You infuriate me, John," she said. "I had to slap you. I know that you were trying to be a gentleman last night, but you had been nothing but a jerk to me!"
He chuckled. "Me being a jerk to you?" he asked her. "That's how I am, Prudence. I am a bastard. I was born a bastard, and I grew to be a bastard. I couldn't change it, Prudence. Besides, my bastardness makes girls crazy."
She looked at him in disgust. "You disgust me, Lennon," she said as she stood up from the bench. "And there's no such thing as 'bastardness'!"
Again, as she was about to walk away, he pulled her back to the bench, and she groaned.
"What is it, John? You're wasting my time!" she said.
"On what?"
"On living!" she said. "I'm going out of the hotel just for a walk, and suddenly, I am stuck with you as if I am your Siamese twin! Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Yes, I can, but you're just so adorable being infuriated by my actions," he said and smirked at her.
She groaned, and rolled her eyes.
"What is it that I can do will make you let me go?" she asked him slowly and kindly.
He smiled at her, and leaned his face closer to hers.
"Forgive me for what I've done," he said to her with a soft voice, and his breath tickled her lips and nose.
"Fine." She said with a forced smile on her face. "I forgive you, John."
"Say it like you mean it," he said to her with a wider smirk.
She raised her eyebrow at him, and he nodded his head. She rolled her eyes, and held his hand on hers. She looked at him with kind eyes, and a sweet (forced) smile on her face.
"John Lennon," she began softly.
"Yes, Prudence?" he answered with a cheeky smile on his cheeky (yet handsome) face.
"I forgive you for what you've done to me," she said. "All of those things that you said to me that made me feel offended and hurt. I forgive you, John Winston Lennon."
He nodded his head. "That's very good, Prudence," he said. "Now, give me a kiss."
"In your dreams, Lennon!" she said and pushed him away from her. She stood up from the bench, and looked at him with her hands on her waist.
"Go on and run, Prudence Lester, because I am going to chase you!" he said with a smile.
"Seriously, John."
"Yes, I'm serious."
He stood up from the bench, and she ran away from crazy John Lennon. She ran as fast as she could, and she was laughing really hard. She didn't know why every time that she runs she would always laugh. Maybe, she's a laugher. We don't know.
"You can't catch me, John!" she said to him and ran faster.
"Oh, yes, I can!" he said and laughed cheekily.
"John, please, stop!" she said with a laugh. "This is silly and childish!"
"And fun!" he added.
She stopped running, and he held her shoulder. He laughed cheekily, and screamed in victory.
"Aha! I win! I finally caught Prudence Lester!" he cried to the top of the world, happy.
"Yes, yes, you caught me," she said and stood straight.
She looked up, and her eyes met his. There was a cheeky smile on his face, and he was chuckling. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, and chuckled heartily.
"What are you chuckling about?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he said while shrugging his shoulders. "You just know how to make me laugh without trying like other girls."
She rolled her eyes, and smiled at him kindly. He held her hand, and they walked down the street together. He stopped holding her hand when there were fans and reporters around the corner, or he would tell her to walk alone. It was quite very tough for her to do so, although it's just only a small move.
"So…you and Paul seem very close," he said, and looked at her. "What are you both doing? I often see you sneak out together."
She didn't answer.
"What've you both been doing?" he asked again.
"Nothing," she said calmly, and she looked at him. "Why are you asking me that question, John?"
"I'm curious," he said.
"Oh, so, you're curious?" she said with a smirk. "Or are you just jealous, John? You're jealous because you often see me hanging out with Paul instead of you. Isn't it?"
"I never said that."
She rolled her eyes, and they landed on his bright brown eyes.
"Look, John, nothing is going on between Paul and I," she said assumingly. "He and I are just very close friends, like…best friends. You wouldn't know because you are too busy thinking of stupid insults."
She walked ahead of him, and this time faster. He called her name, but she didn't answer. He began to sing.
"I call your name, but you're not there. Was I to blame for being unfair?" he sang with a smile on his cheeky (yet handsome) face.
She stopped walking, and turned around. She saw a cheeky smile on his cheeky face. She pointed her index finger at him, and narrowed her eyes on him.
"You…infuriate me, John Winston Lennon," she said through her gritted teeth. She continued walking down the street alone.
"Prudence, that certainly is very rude!" he said to her out loud so she could hear. "You're walking away from me without saying goodbye!"
"Goodbye, John Lennon!" she said while waving her hand at him, and kept on walking.
He chuckled, and watched her walking down the street alone. Every step that she took was a graceful one, and her dark hair bounced against her shoulders. He smiled to himself, and chuckled. Prudence was a very interesting bird.