A/N: Hi, everyone! Today is Dhani Harrison's birthday! Yay! I'm glad it's his birthday! Happy birthday to him! X) I did that in my other story: How to Live Like a Beatle. I REGRET NOTHING. Anywho, here it is! Chapter 43 of "Dear Prudence"! Enjoy!

John's POV

It was a Thursday afternoon, and I was waiting for Prudence in my flat. She told me that she was going to tell me something. The room was filled with the smoke of my cigarette; I hope she wouldn't mind the smell. The window was opened, though, so fresh air could come in.

There was a knock on my door, and I lit off my cigarette on the ashtray. I stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the door. I turned the doorknob, and pulled the door. I blinked a few times, and cleared my glasses. I put my glasses back on, and looked at her with wide eyes. Prudence looked very beautiful.

"What?" she asked me kindly with a shy smile on her lovely face, and her electric blue eyes were twinkling.

"Nothing." I said, and I became nervous. "You look…you're beautiful, Prudence." My heart was pounding.

She chuckled. "Thank you, John," she thanked me shyly, and looked down at my black leather shoes.

I cleared my throat, and made a way for her so she could come in.

"You can come in, love," I said to her.

She nodded her head, and walked in. I was looking at her tight butt when she came in to my flat. I closed the door behind me, and I turned around. I saw her standing next to the sofa with her hands behind her back. I chuckled just by seeing her standing like that, and I walked towards her. Her smile became wider when I wrapped her around my arms, and she giggled when I pulled her closer until our bodies touched.

"You're very beautiful, Prudence," I said to her, half-whispering. "And the sexiest seventeen-year-old bird I've ever seen."

She chuckled, and held my shoulders firmly. She looked at me with those lovely blue eyes, but she still had her smile on.

"I love you, Prudence," I said, and looked at her eyes deeply.

She ran her little fingers through my hair. "I love you, too, John," she said with a whispering voice.

She gently pressed her lips against mine. Her lips were the sweetest pair of lips I've ever tasted. I just wanted to lick them. Oh, wait, I can. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and angled her face. I traced her lips with my tongue. Apparently, she liked it very much, because she pushed herself against me, and kissed me more passionately. She's such a terribly good kisser.

I brushed my lips to her neck, and she wrapped me around the neck tighter. I nibbled her neck with my lips, and then with my teeth. She stopped me, and pushed me away from her slowly.

"I don't want to get love bites, right now," she said with a chuckle. "Maybe you can give me those soon, but not now."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay." I said, and slowly pulled me away from her. "So, what is it that you want to tell me?" I held her hand, and walked her to the sofa.

We sat down side by side, and I rested my arm on her shoulders. I looked at her, and she looked at me.

"Erm…John…I'm going back to Liverpool to take my final exam," she said. "So I can go to my dream college, which is Oxford University."

"We'll be quite far from each other," I remarked.

"I know, but…I really want to go to Oxford," she said, and there were sparkles on her lovely eyes. "I've been dreaming of going there since I was ten."

I smiled at her, and chuckled. "You're a very smart bird, Prudence," I said. "I know that you will pass the test, and go to Oxford."

She chuckled. "Thanks, John," she thanked me.

"When will you be going back to Liverpool?"

"Tomorrow morning."

I sighed. "Oh, well…want to do something special tonight?" I asked her, and wiggled my eyebrows.

She raised her eyebrow. "What do you mean?" she asked me.

I chuckled, and leaned my face closer to hers. I rested my forehead against hers, and smiled widely. "Making love?" I said.

She chuckled. "Well, John…" she paused. "I'm not ready yet. You can visit me anytime you want."

"Okay, love."

She planted a tender and passionate kiss upon my lips, and held my jaws. I closed my eyes, and felt her sweet lips upon mine. I enveloped my lips on hers, and slid my tongue inside her mouth. She parted her lips away from mine, and she looked at me kindly.

"I can't stay for a long time, John," she said, and stood up from the sofa. "I should go back to the hotel."

I stood up from the sofa, and walked closer to her. "I should walk you there," I said, trying to be a "true" gentleman, like what Paul said. Why am I listening to his advice?

"It's very unnecessary, John," she said, and walked to the door while still looking at me.

I approached her again, and smiled at her. "Something to remember me by?" I asked her. "Like a kiss on the cheek, or on the lips?"

She chuckled, and planted a kiss on my lips. She looked at me with her kind eyes.

"Goodbye, John," she said softly. "I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye, Prudence," I said, and smiled at her kindly. "I love you, darling."

"I love you, too, John," she said, and planted another kiss upon my lips.

We smiled at each other. I opened the door for her, and she walked out from my flat. She looked very graceful when she walked down the street with her head so proudly held high. I fucking love her so much. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like going through a day without her presence.