A/N: Hi, everyone! Here is, finally, chapter forty-six of Dear Prudence. I'm on my holiday. I think I said that on the previous author's note chapter. I forgot. Anyway, I'll be going out of the country next week. I'm going to Istanbul, Turkey! I'll be there for six days. I'll miss you, guys. Maybe I will publish chapter forty-seven soon before Saturday. I need one more review from you, my beloved readers, and then I'll have thirty reviews for this story! I'll give you lots and lots of virtual cookies if you review this chapter!
I should stop babbling about holidays or reviews, now. Here it is, chapter forty-six of Dear Prudence! Have fun reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Beatles. Yup, that's sad.
John regularly came to Prudence's house. He would sit on the piano bench and play the piano in the living room, and Prudence would study in the same room with him. Prudence thought he was composing a song, because the tunes he was playing sounded different. She couldn't wait to hear the song.
He always asked her how was the exam, and she would always tell him that it was a piece of cake. He was very proud of her for saying that the exam was very easy. He knew that she would pass the damn exam.
It was on Saturday, and she could finally rest from studying. John was going to take her to his Aunt Mimi's place. She was very nervous, and afraid that his aunt wouldn't like her.
"Don't worry! She'll fancy you very much, because you're a smart and independent young lady!" said John with a wink as they walked to his car. "I'm very sure of it."
"Okay…" she said, rather unsure.
He opened the car door for her, and then she went inside his car. He sat beside her on the driver's seat, and then they buckled their seatbelts. He started the engine, and started to drive down the peaceful road. She looked out the window during the ride to his aunt's house. There was silence between them, but it was a beautiful silence. Somehow, they could connect because of that silence.
He parked the car on his driveway, and then they walked out of the car. His aunt's house looked very lovely and peaceful. She thought he must've loved living there, because it was a lovely house. They walked up to the front door, and John knocked on the door. The door opened, and there stood a skinny, tall dark brown-haired lady with a smile curling to her thin lips.
"Hi, Mimi," John greeted politely. "This is Prudence, my new girlfriend."
Prudence kindly smiled at Mimi, and politely shook her hand. "Hello, Mrs. Smith," she greeted her politely.
"Hello, Prudence," Mimi greeted back. "Please, just call me Mimi. John had been talking about you for the past week. You sure are a beautiful young lady."
Prudence's cheeks showed a bright shade of pink, and her lips curled into a shy smile.
"Thank you, Mimi." She thanked kindly.
"Please, come in," she said while making way for them to come in. "I've made tea."
Prudence walked in to the house with John following behind her. He led her to the kitchen. She liked the kitchen very much. It was small, but humble and cozy. He pulled a chair for her to sit, and then she sat down. He sat in the middle, and he lighted his cigarette while waiting for Mimi to serve tea.
"Here you go," said Mimi as she poured hot tea into their empty cups.
"Thank you, Mimi." Thanked Prudence politely. "You have a really nice house."
"Thank you, Prudence," thanked Mimi as she sat down before her. "John said that you've finished taking your final exam."
"Oh, yes," said Prudence while gently blowing the tea.
"How was it?"
"It was a piece of cake, Mimi. I had no troubles of answering those questions."
"You must be a smart young lady."
"She is." Said John while blowing out his smoke. "She's applying in Oxford, Mimi."
"That's very interesting," said Mimi. "John, I must say that Prudence is a keeper. Treat her well!"
Prudence chuckled, and looked at John as she carefully sipped her tea.
"Yes, Mimi." Said John with a cheeky smile.
They had a wonderful chat about Prudence, and also about John. Mimi told her that he'd been working out on a song. Prudence asked what it was about, and when Mimi was about to tell her whom it was about, John interrupted her by saying "Holy crap" out loud. Mimi scolded him for saying a curse word, and he just laughed. Mimi didn't say what song he was writing about, maybe she forgot about it after scolding him. He was relieved.
John showed Prudence his little room after having tea with Mimi. There were lots of books on his tables, and there were lots of drawings on the walls.
"You have a nice room, John," she remarked while looking at a drawing, which he drew himself. "My room is filled with posters of you instead of my own drawings."
He chuckled. "It's because you're a big fan of me," he remarked. "Oh, and thank you."
She took a little step, and saw a beautiful drawing of a girl. She assumed that the girl was her, because the girl looked awfully like her.
"John, is this me?" she asked him while pointing at the drawing.
John stood beside her, and looked at the drawing, which she was pointing at. He used his glasses so he could see the drawing clearly.
"Yes, it is you," he said. "I drew it last night."
She smiled, and looked at him. "That's a pretty drawing of me, John," she said to him.
He looked at her, and smiled handsomely. "Thank you, love." He thanked her, and planted a kiss upon her lips.
She walked to his bookshelves, and saw so many old books. There were Alice in Wonderland, Famous Five Series, Treasure Island, Sherlock Holmes, etc.
"Are you fond of reading, John?" she asked him.
"Yes." He answered. "It's an escape from reality, just like music."
"Indeed." She agreed.
He sat on his bed, and picked up his guitar. He started to play a slow song from the Fifties. It was either by Elvis Presley or Buddy Holly. She couldn't tell.
"Sit down beside me, love," he said after playing that song. "I want to play you a song."
She sat down beside him on the bed, and she faced him. She brought her legs up, and she crossed them. He pressed his fingers upon the strings of the frets, and he picked the strings with his right fingers. She hadn't heard that song before. It was new.
"This song is for you, Prudence," he said as he picked the strings.
"Dear Prudence,
Won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence,
Greet the brand new day
The sun is up; the sky is blue
It's beautiful, and so are you
Dear Prudence,
Won't you come out to play?"
They looked at each other, and shared a smile.
"Dear Prudence,
Open up your eyes
Dear Prudence,
See the sunny sky
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you're a part of everything
Dear Prudence,
Won't you open up your eyes?"
She remained smiling at him. Her eyes twinkled, and she giggled when he made a silly face.
"Look around, round
Look around, round, round
Look around
Dear Prudence,
Let me see you smile
Dear Prudence,
Like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence,
Won't you let me see you smile?"
She smiled a little wider, and her cheeks turned red.
"Dear Prudence,
Won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence,
Greet the brand new day
The sun is up; the sky is blue
It's beautiful, and so are you
Dear Prudence,
Won't you come out to play?"
He played the last guitar riff, and then looked at her with a smiling face.
"So…what do you think, love?" he asked her as he set his guitar on the floor.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted kisses on his face. She lied down beside him on the bed.
"I think it's the loveliest song I've ever heard," she said with a grin, and then planted a kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, love." He thanked her with a handsome smile on his face.
"I love you, John," she said as she looked deeply in his warm brown eyes.
He pushed a stray of hair behind her ear, and then planted a kiss on her nose. "I love you, too, Prudence," he said, and wrapped his hands around her waists. "More than anything in this goddamn world."
He slowly leaned his face closer to hers, and then their eyes fluttered close as their lips gently touched. His glasses hit her nose, and then they stopped kissing.
"Let me get this damn thing off." he said as he took off his glasses, and then set it on the bedside table. He looked at her again with a smile, and said, "Now where were we?"
"Right about…here." She said as she pressed her lips against his.
He kissed her back roughly with a smile on his face. He angled his face, and then he slid his tongue inside her mouth. He brushed his lips to her cheek, and slowly moved to her ear. He nibbled her earlobe with his mouth, and apparently that tickled her.
She giggled softly. "John, that tickles!" she said.
"Really?" he responded softly on her ear. "But do you like it?"
"Quite."
He started to whisper lovey dovey things on her ear. His breath on her ear tickled her, and she couldn't stop giggling softly. He planted a gentle kiss on her ear, and then looked at her.
"I have a question for you, Prudence," he said. "And I want you to answer it honestly."
"Sure, what is it?" she responded.
He smiled cheekily. "Are you a virgin?"
Her cheeks turned pink. She didn't know if she should tell him or not.
"Don't be embarrassed about it," he said with a chuckle. "We're lovers, now, so you can tell me everything…including your virginity."
She chuckled. "No, I'm not a virgin," she said.
"Whom did you lose it to?" he asked again.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you about it." She said.
"Is it with that Christian?" he asked.
She looked at him with a disgusted look on her face. "No! I do not want to be touched by him." She said. "I didn't even let him kiss me on the lips."
"To whom, then?"
She pursed her lips. "Paul."
"Oh." He paused for a while. "What does it feel like to fuck that man whore?"
She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.
"What?"
"Why do you want to know about that?"
"Because I'm curious."
She chuckled
"Well…it was nice." She said. "Quite painful, though, because it was my first time. But, enough of speaking about that. It was quite scary."
He chuckled. "Did he do it roughly or gently?" he asked.
"I said, enough." She said with a smile on her face. "Do you have a middle name, John?"
"Yes. Do you?"
"No. What's your middle name?"
"My middle name is bloody horrible!" he said while rolling his eyes.
"Go on…tell me."
He pursed his lips, and then looked at her as he gently stroked her soft dark hair. "It's Winston." He said with a serious look on his face.
She grinned at him. "Like Winston Churchill?" she asked him.
"Yes."
She chuckled. "You have a nice middle name, John." She said with a grin. "John Winston Lennon. That's very nice."
He smirked. "Thanks."
They remained silent for a moment, but during that moment of silence, they somehow could connect without even speaking or looking at each other. They both found it really good and special.
"Well, John," she said as she stood up from the bed. "I think you should drive me home, now."
He put on his glasses, and then looked at her. "Why do you want me to drive you home now?" he asked.
"Because I'm quite tired," she said with a sigh. "You know, after the final exam, and all. I should be sleeping like a log."
He stood up from the bed, and then held her hand. "Okay, I'll drive you home." He said with a smile. "Let's go, then?"
They both walked out of his room, and walked downstairs. John told Mimi that he was going to drive Prudence back home. Mimi asked why, and Prudence told her that she was tired after the exam. Mimi understood about it perfectly. She gave Prudence a warm hug before John drove Prudence back home.
"I'll see you soon, Prudence," said Mimi on the front door when Prudence was about to enter John's car.
"I'll see you soon, Mimi!" said Prudence. "It's very nice to meet you!"
"You too, dear." Said Mimi with a chuckle. "Goodbye, now."
"Bye!"
A/N: That is chapter forty-six, beloved readers. So, please please me wo yeah by reviewing this chapter! Okay? Okay. I love you, guys! Bye, have a nice day!