AN: So, here it is chapter 40 of "Dear Prudence". I was very nervous when I wrote this chapter...and I don't know why. Oh! and PAUL MCCARTNEY IS GOING TO HAVE A CONCERT IN MY COUNTRY NEXT YEAR! Sweet Lord, I can't wait to watch him live for the very first time! I'm so excited! ^_^ Okay, I'll shut up, now. Enjoy!
Prudence was lying down on her bed with a wide smile on her face. She couldn't believe that John Lennon was now her lover. She was very happy! Ever since she discovered The Beatles, she felt 'something' between her and John—even though he hadn't met her yet. She'd been waiting for this day to come, and it had come! She wondered on what he meant by "sort things out".
A few minutes later, she heard the door being closed, and she wondered what that was. She quietly stood up from the bed, and walked to her bedroom door. She slowly and quietly turned the doorknob, and she peeked at the living room. She saw none of her friends sitting on the sofa watching television or smoking their cigarettes. She opened the door wider, and walked out with a puzzled look on her face.
She looked around, and saw a note sitting on the coffee table. She picked it up, and immediately read it.
Prudence,
Pattie, Beth, and I are out having dinner in a restaurant, which George Harrison recommended us to go, when you're reading this. We'll be back probably around eleven or eleven-thirty in the evening. Have fun being alone in the hotel room, love!
Emma
Right. Her friends thought that she was asleep in her bedroom because she hadn't made a single sound since she was in. But she wasn't asleep. She folded the paper in half, and shoved it inside her pocket.
She was about to sit down when there was a knock on the door. She walked to the door with a groan, and immediately opened it. She saw John standing before her with a polite smile on his face. Her heart started to race.
"Hi, John," she greeted him with a pretty smile on her face.
"Hello, love," he greeted her back, and planted a light kiss on her cheek. "Can I come in?"
"Why, yes, of course," she said, and made way for him to enter the room.
"Your friends aren't here?" he asked.
"No, they're not," she said as she closed and locked the door. "They're having dinner without me. They thought that I was asleep."
He sat on the sofa while looking at her. "Do you want to have dinner?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not hungry, anyway."
"Well, I'm glad that you're not going to have dinner," he said, and patted the empty space beside him on the sofa. "Sit beside me, love."
She followed his order. She sat beside him, and leaned back.
"I've sorted things out," he said while holding her hand lovingly.
She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face.
"With Cynthia," he said. "I left her to be with you. And now we can go steady, like I promised you."
She managed a smile. Oh! so that was what he meant by "sort things out", she thought to herself.
"What did you tell her?" she asked him slowly.
"I told her that I don't love her like I used to," he said, and held her right side face.
She looked down at his hand. "And is it because of me, too?" she asked him softly.
"Yes."
"Oh…" Guilty.
He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. He leaned his face closer to hers, and gently pressed his lips against her cheek. She closed her eyes, and felt his lips lightly upon hers. He held the back of her neck, and pulled her closer gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands moved down to her waists, and to her legs. He lifted them, and set them upon his laps.
Before he could go any farther, the telephone suddenly ran, and they stopped kissing in an awkward way. She cleared her throat, and walked to the telephone to answer it.
"Hello?" she began as she fixed her skirt.
"Prudence, is this you?" asked Emma on the other line.
"Of course, this is Prudence, who else do you think this is?" she said with a chuckle. "What is it Emma?"
"Uh, I'm just checking up on you," she answered, and chuckled heartily. "Are you hungry, Prudence?"
"Not really. You don't have to bring anything for me."
"Okay. We'll be back around eleven or so," she said. "Goodbye, Prudence."
She giggled, and nodded her head. "Goodbye, Emma." She hung up. She returned to John, and sat beside him again.
He chuckled, and she looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"What's so funny?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "Nothing."
Suddenly, her stomach started to make grumbling sounds, and they both laughed, because they thought that it was very funny. She nodded her head, and looked at him.
"Okay, I'm hungry now," she said, and they both chuckled again.
A few minutes later, John and Prudence were in a restaurant having dinner. Actually, Prudence was the one who was having dinner, but John was only companying her.
It was a lovely dinner, because neither a single fan nor a reporter chased after John. They found it quite odd, but they, too, enjoyed the peace.
"What about Julian?" she asked him after swallowing her food.
"I left him, too," he said. "I haven't much been a father since he was born, anyway. He needs a father who will always be there for him."
She looked at her food. "Oh, I see."
He looked at her, and pursed his lips. "But don't feel bad, Prudence," he said kindly. "He'll be all right. Cynthia is a very good mother."
"I'm relieved," she said sarcastically, and chuckled heartily.
She drank her water, and then continued eating. She didn't want to drink wine, because she might be drunk again on her date with John, which happened a month ago.
"Are you enjoying your dinner?" he asked her to break off the silence. He didn't like it one bit. The silence, that is.
"Yes, I enjoy it very much," she answered with a nod and a smile. "Well, it's better than our first one."
"Because you're not drunk," he said.
They both laughed heartily.
"Yes, this is better than our first date," she said with a smile.
John and Prudence went to the park that was quite near to the hotel. She walked around the park with no shoes on. She walked on top of the bench until the edge of it.
"Jump," he ordered her when she was on the edge of the bench.
She jumped off, and he caught her bridal style. She threw her head back, and chuckled. He set her down on her feet, and they continued to walk.
"It's a lovely night, don't you think so, John?" she asked him.
"Yes, it is," he agreed with her. "And peaceful, too."
She tripped on a rock, but he caught her.
"Be careful, Prudence," he said.
"I will."
They walked again, but this time they walked slower than before. There was a soft and gentle breeze, and she enjoyed it very much. She closed her eyes, and felt the breeze gently blowing her.
He looked at her, and smiled to himself. He dragged her down, and they both fell to the grass—actually John fell to the grass, and Prudence fell to his laps. They both laughed, and then looked at each other deeply. He pushed a stray of hair behind her ear, and held her jaw.
"I love you, Prudence," he said to her.
"I love you, too, John," she said softly after a short pause.
He smirked. "I know."
He kissed her like how people kissed in those lovely classic movies. Her eyes were closed, and her face was angled. She felt those lovely fireworks and sparks! But frankly, those lovely fireworks and sparks stopped when he parted his lips away from hers.
"I'll walk you back to the hotel," he said.
She stood up from his laps, and he stood up after her. They both walked to the hotel while holding hands, and she was still barefoot.
He walked her to her hotel room door. They said their good nights, and gave each other good night kisses (on the lips).
"Where are you going to stay?" she asked him before he left.
"At George's house," he said. "Good night, Prudence."
"Good night, John."