A/N: I updated it as soon as I can! :D

Prudence didn't want to talk to anyone the following morning, and she ignored the telephone, and her friends. She decided to have breakfast in the hotel dining room alone, and she left the room without saying a word.

When she was on the ground floor, she rolled her eyes, and walked away from that stupid prick. And that stupid prick is, of course, John.

"Prudence, why didn't you answer my calls a few minutes ago?" he asked her.

"Because I don't want to talk to anyone, John, now go away," she said sternly, and kept on walking.

He held her hand, and she stopped walking. She looked at him with anger and sadness in her eyes, and she sighed.

"What is it, John?" she asked him.

He looked around, and thought that there were too many people in the lobby. He nodded towards the door, and told her to follow him. She didn't want to go, and so, he dragged her out of the hotel. He walked down the street while dragging her behind him, and finally walked in to a quiet and dark alley.

"How did it go?" he asked her while looking at her lovely blue eyes.

She looked at him, and she knew that she was going to cry if she looked at his face and eyes. She looked away, and focused on that small pebble close to her.

"I broke up with him," she said with a soft voice, and bit her lower lip.

He let go off her hand, and looked at her with a serious look on his face. There was no sadness or guilt in his eyes—he was feeling happy, but he didn't show it.

"I'm sorry, love," he said to her.

She sputtered. "Don't be," she said. "I'm not a good girlfriend, anyway."

There was an awkward silence between them, but both of them were trying to say something to each other. Both of them were building sentences to say in their clever minds.

"What were you doing in the hotel, John?" she finally asked him with a sigh.

"I was just checking up on you…to make sure that you're fine," he said rather slowly.

She rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Why do you even care about me?" she asked him. "You shouldn't be caring about me, because I'm the saddest excuse for a girl."

"Hey," he said while moving her chin, so he could see her lovely face. "You're not the saddest excuse for a girl…I think that…you're…a wonderful girl." He said softly and kindly.

She scoffed, and didn't look at his eyes. "You said that I'm a crazy fan—"

"Forget what I said," he said, and looked at her. "I just didn't want you to know…how I feel about you…and what I really think about you."

She looked at him with wide eyes. His face was very close to hers, and she didn't know that.

"What?" she asked softly under her breath.

"You're beautiful, Prudence," he said confidently. "So don't you ever…ever think that you're worthless and useless. Because you're not. Maybe, I should start telling you a few things."

"What few things?"

He took a deep breath, and let it out meaningfully. He raised his eyebrows, and looked at her.

"I was jealous that you and Paul were…a thing," he admitted shyly. "Although you and Paul were a thing secretly."

"Why are you jealous, John?" she asked him, curious.

"Because…I love you, Prudence."

Her eyes widened, and she was speechless. Her heart was beating quite very fast, and she felt very numb. Finally, the day had finally come! John Lennon admitted to Prudence Lester—Prudence Lester!—that he loves her. She didn't say anything, and kept looking at him.

John couldn't take the silence, and he suddenly pushed her against the wall. He held her face on both of his hands, and pressed his lips against hers without a thought. They both closed their eyes, and didn't think about anything else but the kiss. She finally felt John Lennon's lips! It was the best day ever for seventeen-year-old Prudence Lester…and she knew that she would never forget that day when John Lennon kissed her on the lips. She would probably tell about this to her grandchildren (if they like The Beatles).

His kiss was filled with passion, and their kiss immediately got deeper. She still felt numb, and she couldn't move a muscle (except her lips). He moved his left hand to wrap her waist around his arm, and he held her tight.

Fireworks! She felt fireworks when he kissed her. The kiss felt very different. She was out of this world for a moment, but was back again when he parted his lips from hers. He let go off her with a surprised look on his face. He actually enjoyed it.

She opened her eyes, and saw John looking at her. A smile crept to her face, and her cheeks turned pink.

"I've to go," he said, and ran away from her.

That confession and kiss…absolutely made her day.