The next morning, Prudence suddenly woke up from the lovely dream that she had. She was dreaming about the kiss that John gave to her. She kept on thinking about it, and it was brought to the dream. But everything looked more wonderful in the dream.
She sat straight on the bed, and wiped the sleep away from her eyes. She blinked, and glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
6:30 am
Great, she thought. She stood up from the bed, and walked to the window to open the curtains. The bright light went into her bedroom through the window, and got the sun in her eyes. She walked to the bathroom, and got herself cleaned. She didn't go back to sleep, because once she's awake, she can't go back to sleep.
She walked out of the bathroom while wearing a new pair of clothes, and she walked out of her bedroom, and then out of the hotel room quietly to have breakfast alone.
When she was in the hotel dining room, she was immediately surprised. She saw John, Paul, George, and Ringo having breakfast on a table by the window. When she was about to walk away, Ringo saw her.
"Prudence!" he called her from the table.
She turned around, and looked at Ringo standing up from the chair. There was a smile on his face, and she smiled back at him.
"Come here!" he said.
She had no choice but to sit with them—although there was John. She knew that it was going to be rather awkward. She approached the table with a warm smile on her face.
"Good morning, lads," she greeted them as she stood before their table.
"Good morning, Prudence," Paul, George, and Ringo greeted her back with warm and handsome smiles on their faces.
"Having breakfast, I suppose?" she guessed.
"Yes," George answered with a nod.
"Why don't you sit with us, Prudence?" asked Ringo sweetly.
She looked at Ringo, and then to John. Apparently, John was too busy reading the newspaper. She looked again at Ringo, and smiled kindly.
"No, I shouldn't, I'll probably be just disturbing you," she retorted.
"Oh, it's okay, we wouldn't mind at all," said Paul, and he flashed a wink at her.
She giggled, and her cheeks turned pink.
"We insist, Prudence," said Ringo. "And you've nothing to do about it."
"Oh, well, alright," she said, and pulled out the chair. She sat down on the empty chair beside John's.
She felt rather awkward and uncomfortable sitting beside John, because of the incident the day before. She secretly looked at him, but his face was covered with the newspaper. She looked at Paul, and she smiled at him.
"Where is Pattie, Prudence?" asked George while taking a bite of his bread.
"She's still asleep in her room," she answered. "I don't know why, I always wake up early."
"Did you inherit it from your father?" asked Paul.
"Perhaps."
John flipped through the pages of the newspaper, and folded it in half. He set it upon the table, and he looked at his bandmates. He didn't bother to look or greet Prudence. He pretended that he didn't see Prudence sitting beside him, because he was still rather speechless of the other day.
"I'll be back," he announced, and stood up from the table. He walked to the buffet table, and took a look at the food.
Prudence let out a silent sigh, and she looked at the empty plate before her.
John came back with a plate of bread on his right hand, and a cup of tea on the other. He sat down beside Prudence, and set his food upon the table before him.
"Where's Christian, Prudence?" asked Ringo.
"He's probably back at Liverpool already," she answered casually, and looked at Ringo's lovely blue eyes.
"I heard that you and Christian broke up," said George.
Paul looked at her with a sad look on his face. John remained looking at his food, but he was listening carefully to what Prudence was saying. She looked at George with no expressions on her face.
"Is it true?" George asked.
"Yes, it's true," she answered. "It's fine, though. I'm fine, and so is he. We decided that we shouldn't be together anymore."
"I'm sorry about it, Prudence," said Ringo warmly.
She shook her head, and managed a smile. She looked at him, and she smiled at him kindly. "Don't be sorry, Ringo," she said. "I'm fine, really."
Prudence walked back to her hotel room alone slowly. She was about to open the door when someone suddenly called her. She turned around, and saw John standing before her. She was quite surprised, but she didn't show it.
"I'm sorry for ignoring you, Prudence," he said humbly, and rather slowly. His warm and handsome eyes were looking at her electric blue eyes.
She shrugged, and managed a smile. "It's fine, John, really," she answered. "I wasn't expecting for you to talk to me or anything, anyway."
She reached for the doorknob, but he stopped her by calling her name.
"Did you break up with Christian…because of me?" he asked her.
She pursed her lips, and shook her head. "No, John," she said with a sigh. "It's not because of you."
He nodded his head. He was relieved. "Good," he said.
She turned the doorknob, but he stopped her by holding her hand. She sighed, and turned around.
"Yes, John?" she asked him patiently, holding back her anger and sadness inside her.
He hesitated, and licked his lower lip. He looked at her eyes, and this time he knew what the color was.
"Now, I know the color of your eyes are," he said with a handsome smile. "Electric blue. The most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen."
Her cheeks turned pink, and she smiled at him kindly. "Thank you, John," she thanked him.
"Come closer," he said, still holding her hand.
She walked closer to him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waists. He pulled her closer until their bodies touched, and she held both of his shoulders. Her cheeks showed a bright shade of read, and her heart was racing.
"I can feel your heartbeat, love," he said to her with a husky voice.
She giggled, but didn't break eye contact with him.
"Do you still think about the kiss?" he asked her.
She nodded her head.
"Do you want another one?" he asked her again with a wide smile on his face that showed his teeth.
Not a single word came out of her mouth, and her heart was beating faster than before that made her felt quite dizzy.
He chuckled. "I know that you still want another one," he said.
Before she could say anything, his lips were immediately enveloped on hers. She felt his lips again! Oh, how wonderful it felt! She couldn't think for a moment, and was head over heels again. He held her around his arms tighter, and he closed his eyes. He liked kissing her lips. He enjoyed it very much.
He parted his lips from hers, and they looked at each other deeply. He pushed a stray of hair behind her ear, and smiled at her warmly.
"You're fucking beautiful, Prudence," he said. "And I love you."
She looked at him with wide eyes.
He pursed his lips. "Promise me that you'll stop fooling around with Paul," he said to her softly and gently. "It killed me inside when I saw you making out with him. Paul has enough ladies in his life. I don't want you to be with him anymore. Please, Prudence, darling."
The love in her eyes was no longer there. She looked at him in disbelief, and an eyebrow was raised. She shook her head, and pursed her lips.
"Why can't you tell me before, John? It's too late now," she said, resting his hands on his chest.
"Please, Prudence," he begged.
She pushed him away as hard as she could, and he was no longer holding her around his arms. She reached for the doorknob, and opened the door.
"Goodbye, John," she said coldly as she walked in to the hotel room, and shut the door on his face.