A/N: Hi, everyone! Finally, here it is! Chapter 29 of "Dear Prudence"! Today is June 18, and you know what that means! Today is Paul McCartney's 69th birthday! Yes, we're gonna do a party, party! Yes, we're gonna do a party, party! Tumblr and Twitter are very merry right now, because it's his birthday today! And I bet it's going to last until tomorrow, because everyone has different timezones. I'll shut up now, and let you read chapter twenty-nine of "Dear Prudence". Enjoy ;)

Prudence was back in her hotel room, and she lied down on the sofa with her head resting on the armrest of the sofa. Her friends were there, in the living room, watching the television with her, and smoking cigarettes.

"Where were you, Prudence?" asked Emma while looking at her.

"I was with my father," Prudence answered with a sigh, and then she looked at Pattie. "Oh, and Pattie, George was looking for you."

Pattie sat straight on the comfy chair, and looked at Prudence with a cheerful look on her lovely face.

"Really?" she asked her, excitedly. "What did he say?"

"He only asked me questions, like 'What is Pattie doing?', and 'Where is Pattie?'." Prudence said while looking at her.

Pattie swooned, and sunk on the chair. Her emerald green eyes were twinkling when she looked up to the ceiling, and her hand was on her chest.

"Oh! how sweet!" she remarked with a dreamy sigh. "And what else?"

"That's all, Pattie," she answered.

Two hours later, Prudence was alone in the living room, and her friends were in their bedrooms having their naps. She was eating chips, which she ordered just a few minutes ago, while watching the television.

Suddenly, the telephone rang, and the loud ringing sound of the telephone startled her. When it suddenly rang, she jumped from the sofa, and her heart was beating very fast.

"Hello?" she answered, and leaned against the table.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lester," said Mr. Scott, the hotel concierge. "There's someone who wants to see you."

"May I know who's looking for me?" she asked him kindly.

"I'm afraid, you can't, Ms. Lester," he said. "The person who wishes to see you wants to be unknown until you meet your visitor."

"Oh, alright, then," she said while nodding her head. "Tell him or her that I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Yes, Ms. Lester," he said.

"Thank you, for telling, Mr. Scott," she said when she was about to hung up.

"You're welcome, Ms. Lester," he answered. "Have a nice day."

"You, too, sir," she said, and hung up.

She immediately walked out of the hotel room without locking the door, and she went down to the hotel lobby using the lift. As soon as the doors opened, she walked out, and looked for the person who was looking for her.

She stood there, and waited for her visitor to come to her. She didn't see any familiar faces around her. She crossed her arms, and shifted her balance from left to right.

"Prudence?" someone with a familiar voice called her.

She turned around, and was very surprised at the person she was seeing. She gasped, and covered her mouth with her palms tightly. She was absolutely very surprised.

"Christian!" she gasped, and uncovered her mouth. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting you, what else am I possibly doing here?" Christian answered with a handsome smile on his face and chuckled. "I miss my girlfriend very much."

"Oh, really?" she asked him. "Who is your girlfriend, then?"

They chuckled, and he wrapped his arms around her waist with a handsome smile that made her heart beat faster. He pulled her close, and their bodies touched. He locked his eyes on her electric blue eyes, and her cheeks turned pink.

"Why didn't you tell me that you're coming?" she asked him, surprised.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he said. "Do you like it?"

"I don't like it one bit," she said with a chuckle. "I'm just kidding! I'm very surprised that you're here!" She hugged him tightly, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

She let go off him, and he did, too. They couldn't stop smiling at each other like two lovebirds, which are madly in love with each other.

"How long are you going to be here?" she asked him.

"Just for a day," he said.

"Well, that's a drag! I thought, you're going to be here for two or three days!"

"Well, that was my plan, but mom told me to stay here for a while, and go back to Liverpool tomorrow. But we'll be spending time with each other together, right?"

She forced a chuckle, and managed a fake smile.

"Yes, I think." She said. "I think you should meet The Beatles first. I've been telling them about you…in a good way, of course. Would you like to meet them?"

"Of course, I would like to meet them, because they're your favorite band," he said. "And it would be a great experience, and so I can tell my children and grandchildren, in a distant future, that I met the world's greatest band."

She grinned excitedly, and held his hand.

"Well, let's go to their set, then," she said.

"Father! Father!" Prudence called Mr. Lester, and he immediately walked to his daughter.

"Yes, Prudence?" said Mr. Lester while holding the script.

"Guess who's here!" she said. "Christian!"

Christian stood beside Prudence, and flashed a warm smile at Mr. Lester.

"Hello, Mr. Lester," he greeted him.

"Why, hello, Christian," Mr. Lester greeted him back, and shook his hand. "How are you, son?"

"I'm fine, sir, thank you," he answered. "And you, sir?"

"Tired, and busy, but I am fine," he said with a chuckle. "Are you missing Prudence?"

"Yes, very much, sir," said Christian with a chuckle, and flashed a wink at Prudence.

Prudence held Christian's hand, and said that she wanted to introduce him to The Beatles. She walked him to where the band were. They were sitting on a couch while smoking cigarettes.

"Hello, lads," she greeted them with a very wide smile on her face.

"Hello, Prudence," they greeted her back with amusing smiles on their handsome faces.

"This is Christian, my boyfriend," she said, and he stood beside her with a warm smile on his face.

"So this is the Christian that Prudence had been talking about," said Ringo kindly, and stood up from the couch.

"Yes, I'm Christian, whom Prudence had been talking about," said Christian.

Paul looked at Prudence and Christian with a friendly smile on his handsome face. He was actually quite terribly surprised that Christian was there with her. But Paul played cool, and pretended that he was Prudence's friend—instead of her secret lover.

"But you don't really look like what Prudence described you," said John with a smirk.

Prudence's smile slowly faded, and she looked at John with a serious look on her face, but he didn't notice the look on her face.

"What do you mean by that, John?" asked Christian kindly.

"You don't look like the type of boyfriend that I reckoned," said John, still with that smirk.

Christian was puzzled, and Prudence thanked the day when he started to be rather clueless. She wanted John to stop, and she must stop him before he starts saying things about her relationship with Paul. But how?

"I reckoned that you are a very handsome young fellow, and somewhat…Prudence's type," John continued. "Prudence must've been very blind when she was falling for you."

George, Ringo, and Paul looked at John with surprised looks on their faces—so did Prudence and Christian. They couldn't believe that John would say such things!

"Prudence wasn't blind when she fell for me," said Christian, rather unaware what John was up to.

"And by blind, I mean, clueless, Christian," said John. "And you know something, Christian? Prudence hadn't been really that lonely here, because—"

"Because my friends are also here…in London, Christian," she continued with a nervous smile on her face. "Pattie, Emma, and Beth are in London, too. But they're resting in the hotel right now, I think."

"Oh, I see," he said while nodding his head.

"Sit down, Christian, you look rather tired," said George, offering him a seat beside him. "It was a long trip from Liverpool, eh?"

"Yes, it was," said Christian as he sat down beside George. "It took me two hours and ten minutes to get here from Liverpool just to see my love."

Prudence smiled at him sweetly, and she could see sparkles in his handsome eyes. She sat beside Paul, and let Christian have a conversation with George.

"That's Christian?" asked Paul with a soft voice so Christian wouldn't hear.

"Yes, that's Christian," said Prudence with a nod. "He looks like a very good boyfriend, don't you think? And I'm not the good girlfriend. Oh, Paul, what am I supposed to do?"

He looked her in the eyes, and his heart was racing. She had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. He hoped that Christian wouldn't notice and mind that he was looking at Prudence's lovely eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," she said to him with a giggle, and gently hit his arm with her hand.

"Why? Makes you uncomfortable?" he asked her.

She grinned, and shook her head. "Reminds me of the look that you gave me earlier this morning…in bed," she said, and her cheeks turned pink.

He chuckled.

"Hey, Christian," said John as he sat beside Christian with a loud voice so Prudence could hear. "Don't you think that Paul and Prudence look awfully close over there?" He pointed his finger at the couple, and Christian looked at them.

"Well…yes, I do think so," said Christian. "Prudence must be very happy, because Paul is her second favorite Beatle, you know? After you?"

"Oh, really?" asked John with a smug grin. "Prudence had been quite very close with Paul lately. Closer than being with her friends."

"That sounds very good," said Christian kindly. "I bet she's having fun being with Paul."

"Oh, yes, she is, Christian," said John with a wider grin. "Yes, she is."

John wondered why Christian didn't understand what he meant by what he just said to him. Wow, Christian must've been very clueless than John expected.

Meanwhile across the table, Paul and Prudence were still talking, and they were looking at each other as if they were lovers in public. No one noticed, actually, and it was a good thing.

"Would you like to go back of the building, Prudence?" asked Paul with his inviting smile. "So we can be alone, and not be disturbed by these pricks?"

"Sure, but why don't you go first, so it won't look suspicious?" she suggested.

"All right," he said with a nod, and stood up from the chair. "I'll meet you in three minutes."

"Yes, Paul."

Paul walked out of the building, and Prudence sat there while waiting for three minutes. And then, she finally made her move, and walked out of the building without being quite suspicious. Apparently, John noticed, but he didn't follow them.

Paul and Prudence had been gone for quite a long time, and John knew what they were doing. Christian was still there with him, and he was still talking with George and Ringo.

"Excuse me, Christian, I haven't seen Paul and Prudence in a while," John said to him. "Have you seen them?"

"No, I didn't see them," Christian answered.

"I saw them walking out of the building, though," said Ringo innocently, and his baby blue eyes were shining.

"Together?" asked Christian.

"Not together," said Ringo again. "Paul walked out first, and a few minutes later, Prudence walked out."

"Now, what could those two possibly be doing?" wondered John out loud.

Christian shut his mouth, and pursed his lips. Was something going on between Paul and Prudence? John was quite right, though. Paul and Prudence looked awfully close before they left the building. And why were they gone for quite a long time? What was going on?

Before Christian could say anything, Prudence walked in to the building, and there was a wide smile across her face. She walked towards the nice lads with a wider smile on her face.

"Where were you, Prudence?" asked Christian.

"I was having a walk," she lied. "Alone."

"And where's Paul?" asked George.

Suddenly, Paul walked inside the building, and flashed smiles to the girls he caught on his handsome hazel eyes.

"There he is," said Prudence.

"You know what, Prudence? Christian had been looking all over for you," said John. "Why didn't you tell him where you were going?"

"Well, actually, I—"

"Why didn't you tell him, Prudence?" John interrupted Christian.

Prudence looked at John, and then at Christian. Christian raised an eyebrow, and looked at her with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, why didn't you tell me where you were going, Prudence?" asked Christian, agreeing with John. "I was quite worried, you know?"

"I needed to have a walk very badly, and I forgot to tell you where I was going," she lied. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, Christian."

"And…are you sure that you were walking alone? Without Paul?" he asked again, curious.

"I swear, Christian, I was walking alone," she said nervously, her palms started to sweat, and it felt very uncomfortable. "Paul was out for a cigarette, and I was out for a walk around here."

"Then why did you to leave almost together at the same time?" asked John with a smirk.

Prudence couldn't answer this question. Where was Paul when she needed him?

"I have another question for you, Prudence," said John. "Why were you spending time with Paul instead of with Christian? You know, he's finally here, and you're supposed to be spending time with him."

"Okay! Erm, John, can I speak to you for a while privately?" Prudence interrupted him with a forced smile on her face, and she looked at him with anger in her electric blue eyes.

"Oh, yes, of course, Prudence!" said John as he stood up from the couch, and walked with Prudence to a quiet corner of the room.

She looked at him with an angry look on her face, and her hands on her waist.

"John, what are you doing?" she demanded with a quiet voice so that no one would hear.

"Right now? I'm standing here and having a private conversation with you," he said and grinned a smug grin.

She rolled her eyes. "No! What were you doing? Why are you being so mean?" she demanded. "Saying those things to Christian!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said John with a serious look on his face.

"Oh, yes, you do, John Lennon!" she said. "Don't lie to me!"

He looked at her with a serious look on his face, and she couldn't say anything.

"Whatever you're doing, please stop, John! It's very impolite! Did your mother teach you anything of being polite?" she demanded.

"She only taught me how to play the banjo," he said. "And it's a very fun lesson!"

She groaned, and stomped her foot.

"Don't act like a five-year-old, Prudence," said John with his arms crossed.

"I'm acting like a five-year-old? Me?" she demanded angrily. "It's you, who's acting like a five-year-old! Saying impolite things to my boyfriend!"

"And since when did you care about him?" he asked her.

She hesitated. "Since I met him, John!" she said.

"You hesitated."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did."

"John, no, I didn't!" She insisted and stomped her foot on the ground really hard. "I cared about him since I met him. You just don't know that, because you didn't know that I exist when I met him."

"If you don't care about him, then why are you confronting me?" he asked her with a smirk on his cheeky face.

She looked at him in disbelief, and she wanted to slap him on the face, and step on his shoes. And perhaps throw mud to his face. She couldn't answer to that question. She knew that she couldn't answer that question.

"I know why," he said. "It's because you like me."

That prick! She thought to herself.

"And you're fooling around with Paul just to make me jealous, and you know, what, Prudence? It's not working," he said. "Like I told you, you're not good for me."

That…horrible…fucking prick! She thought, and her face was red out of anger. Tears started to form on her electric blue eyes.

"Oh! are you going to start crying?" he asked her teasingly.

"Shut up, John!" she said.

He leaned closer to her, and he locked his eyes on her angry blue eyes.

"I do know that you like me, Prudence," he said to her, half whispering. "But I'm afraid that you won't get me in the end, because I am a married man."

"And you're not happy being a married man," she said. "I can see it in your stupid bloody eyes."

"I'm going to tell your little boyfriend about what's happening between you and Paul," he said with a smirk.

"And what's that, John?" she asked him with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"That you'd been fucking around with Paul," he said, and smirked even wider.

Her eyes widened, and looked at him in disbelief.

"Please, don't tell Christian that I'm having an affair with Paul, John," she begged, and held his arm on her palm. She let go off his arm, and her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. "Please, don't tell him, John."

"Oh, I don't know, Prudence," he said mockingly, and looked at her with his teasing smile.

She pursed her lips, and hesitated. She didn't know what to answer him back, and she knew that she couldn't fight back. She thought that John and Cynthia's household was just fine.

Tears formed on her light blue eyes, and she looked at him with anger in her eyes.

"Oh! are you going to cry again?" he asked her teasingly.

She decided to walk away. She was sick of looking at John Lennon's stupid and ugly face.

She wiped the tears away from her face as she walked back to where Christian was. She saw him talking to George, Ringo, and Paul…and they were laughing together. She knew that they liked Christian—unlike that bastard, John.

She smiled at Christian, and let out a relieved sigh.

"Well, Christian, I think that you and I should go back to the hotel," she said with a kind smile on her face. "I know that you must be very tired after the two hours trip from Liverpool to London."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired," he said, and he looked at his new famous friends. "Well, I'll see you soon, Paul, George, and Ringo."

"It's nice knowing you, Christian," said Ringo with a kind smile on his face.

"Bye, everyone!" said Prudence while waving her hand as she and Christian walked out of the building.

It was a good thing that Christian wasn't talking to her as they walked back to the hotel, because Prudence was trying to remember how she met him, and how she fell in love with him.

Flashback…

Prudence was walking down the street while hugging her schoolbooks tightly around her arms alone. She wasn't really in the mood to walk home with her friends. She wanted to walk home alone, and wanted to think for herself.

Suddenly, a lad with nice and handsome eyes bumped her, which made her books dropped to the ground.

"Oh, I am so sorry," he said as he knelt down to the ground to help her with her books.

She knelt down, and collected her scattered papers. "It's okay," she said with a soft and high-pitched voice. "There's no harm done."

He helped her collecting her papers, and read the name on the papers.

"Is your name Prudence Lester?" he asked her, and gave the papers back to her.

"Yes, why?" she asked him back, and they both stood up from the ground.

"Your name sounds very familiar," he said to her, and looked at her in the eyes. He was immediately taken aback just by seeing her electric blue eyes. It sent shivers down his spine—in a good way.

"Anywhere close to Richard Lester?" she guessed with a friendly smile on her face.

"Yes!" he said with a grin. "Are you Richard Lester's daughter?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, I am," she said with a chuckle. "I've never seen you around before."

"Well, it's because I'm new," he said, and immediately gave his hand for her to shake. "My name is Christian O'Connor, by the way."

She shook his hand firmly, and smiled at him kindly. "It's nice to meet you, Christian," she said, and couldn't help to think that he had a very soft hand.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Prudence," he said to her with a handsome smile, and which she also found very attractive. "Wow! You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

Her cheeks turned pink, and pushed a stray of hair behind her ear.

"Damn, did I just said that out loud?" he asked her, embarrassed.

She nodded her head. "Yes, you did," she said. "But I was the only one who heard it. Thank you for saying that, though."

"Seriously, your eyes are very beautiful," he said, and looked at her beautiful eyes deeper.

She blurted out a giggle, and her cheeks turned a shade of bright red.

"Your hands are very soft," she remarked with a pretty smile on her face.

"Thank you," he thanked her.

Since he told her that she had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, she was immediately in love with him. Not only he's handsome, but also he's very kind.

So that was how Prudence fell in love with Christian…when he told her that she had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. He'd been true to her, though, and he'd never hurt her.

"Are you okay, Prudence?" he asked her.

She glanced at him, and managed an I-am-okay smile. She nodded her head. "Yes, I'm okay," she lied, and let out a hearty chuckle. "Where are you staying?"

"I am staying at my Uncle Neil's house," he said. "It's quite near to your hotel."

"Oh, okay," she said.

"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked her. "Well, I bet you've been to all the restaurants in London."

"Not all restaurants, Christian," she said. "We'll just have dinner in my hotel dining room. They serve good food there."

"Okay, then, it's up to you," he said.

He walked her up to her hotel room, and they stood before the hotel room door.

"I'll see you tonight, then?" he asked her.

"Yup." She said with a nod.

He leaned his face closer to hers. She knew that he was about to kiss her. She moved her face, and his lips landed on her cheek. She wasn't ready to kiss him yet—although she was ready to kiss Paul McCartney. Who cares?

He stood straight, and he smiled at her kindly. She looked at him with kindness and sadness in her eyes, but she smiled at him with a guilty feeling deep inside her heart.

"I'm sorry, Christian," she said to him, half-whispering. She reached the doorknob, and quietly turned it. "I'm not just…ready for it."

He nodded his head. "I understand, love," he said with a kind smile.

She looked at him with happiness in her eyes. "Thank you for understanding, Christian," she said, opening the door. "I'll see you again tonight."

"Goodbye."

She walked inside her hotel room, and immediately closed the door. She locked it, and then leaned against the door. Her friends in the living room looked at her with puzzled looks on their lovely faces.

"Where were you, Prudence?" asked Emma.

"I was going to the set again," said Prudence and casually walked towards the sofa. "Oh, and Christian is here."

"He's here?" asked Beth and Pattie with surprised looks on their faces.

"Yes, he's here," she said and sat down on the sofa beside Pattie. "And I'm going to have dinner with him tonight in the hotel dining room."

"Well, you should get ready!" said Pattie excitedly, there was a wide smile on her face.

Prudence looked at Pattie with an eyebrow raised. "But, Pattie, I'll be having dinner with him around six," she said. "Why must I get ready now? You do know that I always dress casual, even during dates?"

Pattie shrugged her shoulders. "I was just suggesting," she said.

Prudence stood up from the sofa, and walked to her bedroom door. "I'll be in my room if you need me," she said softly. She opened the door, walked in, and accidentally banged the door. She didn't mean it, really. She was startled, herself, when the door accidentally banged.

A/N: Tell me what you think about this chapter, beloved readers! Click that review button, pretty please! I can't believe that "Baby It's You" is almost over T_T

P.S. This story is quite long, and there will be a few surprises, I tell you! Be excited, readers! :D Good night, everyone!