A/N: Okay, so here it is chapter fifty-three of Dear Prudence. Thanks for the reviews, everyone. Enjoy this chapter! :D
The next day, Jane, Maureen, and Pattie took Prudence out shopping. John gave her lots of money, because he knew the girls were going to be shopping lots and lots of clothes. Prudence couldn't understand why they were visiting and shopping clothes in expensive stores. She'd asked Pattie, but Pattie only laughed as her answer.
Prudence came back to John's flat just after lunch. She found him sitting on a couch in the living room while smoking his cigarette, and watching television seriously.
"Hello, John," she greeted him from the door as she closed it.
He turned around, and smiled at her. "Hello, Prudence," he greeted her back. "How was shopping?"
"It was fun, and sort of tiring," she said as she walked in to the living room.
He flicked his cigarette on the ashtray, and he looked at her with wide eyes. The girls certainly did a great job in giving Prudence a make over. She pulled out a book from one of the shopping bags, and gave it to him.
"I bought this for you," she said with a smile.
He turned off his cigarette on the ashtray, and kindly took the book from her. He looked at the book, and then looked back at her.
"What's this?" he asked.
"It's a book, silly!" She said with a laugh.
He laughed with her. "Of course, I know it's a book," he said with a grin. "But what is this about?"
"You have to read it to find out," she said with a smile, and walked to the bedroom, which she shared with John.
She set the shopping bags on the floor, and looked at her own reflection on the mirror. She took deep breaths, and tried to find courage to tell John about her visit to Cynthia.
I'm sure he'll understand, she thought to herself. Of course, he will.
She walked out of the room, and slowly walked to the living room. John was reading the summary on the back of the book, and looked up from it when he saw her sitting on the sofa across the couch he was sitting on. She looked nervous, and uneasy.
"Is something bothering you, love?" he asked her as he set down the book on the couch.
She looked at him. "Nothing's bothering me, really," she said slowly. "It's just…(she took a deep breath, and her heart began to beat very fast) I visited Cynthia a few days ago."
John seemed very surprise. "What?" he asked.
"I went to Cynthia's house," she repeated nervously, afraid of what were to come.
"What the fuck were you doing there?" he asked, standing up from the couch.
"Please, John, don't swear," she said.
"What the fuck were you doing there?" he demanded.
"T-t-to take care of things between me and her," she said.
"Why didn't you ask for my permission first, Prudence?" he demanded again.
She rose up from the sofa with both of her eyebrows furrowed. "I am not a child, John! I don't need to ask for your permission to go some place! For God's sake, I am eighteen years old, now! And I don't need look after!" she said.
"You may be eighteen years old, but you sound like an eight year old child," he said.
"John!" she gasped. "I am not acting like an eight year old! Please, John, just understand."
"Understand what?" he demanded, coming closer to her with an angry look on his face that scared the hell out of Prudence.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She'd forgotten what she was going to say.
"I forgot what I was going to tell you," she said. "But, please hear me, John…let Cynthia and Julian visit you. Julian misses you very much, and he needs you to be there, as he grows old. I know that you don't want that to happen to your own son, John. And I know that you don't want to do what your father did to you."
His gaze softened, and her heart was beating normally, now. She was right. He certainly didn't want to do the same thing like what his dad did to him. And he didn't want to see Julian to grow as a miserable, unhappy child. He was, perhaps, amazed by how Prudence could talk into him. He knew Cynthia had tried to do that to him, but it seemed she always failed. But how could Prudence do that to him? He was amazed!
He lowered his glasses, and looked deep into her electric blue eyes, which he'd admired so much.
"You're right, Prudence," he said softly. "You are certainly right."
She sighed quietly, and nodded her head. "Good." She said.
"I'm sorry that I yelled at you," he said, and hugged her. "I should've not sworn to you. I should've not yelled at you. I was just surprised, s'all."
She buried her face on his shoulder, and hugged him back. She closed her eyes, and smelled his sweet scent. She smiled to herself, and planted a kiss on his covered shoulder.
"It's all right, John," she said softly. "You're right, though…I should've asked your permission. But, you were gone, and I didn't know the number of Abbey Road Studios. I was about to tell you that night after I visited Cyn, but I forgot about it." She looked at him with a smile.
"Hehe, it's all right, love," he said with a grin, and they began to gently sway across the room without music in the air.
She chuckled softly, and exclaimed, "Oh!" cheerfully with a laugh.
"You're a really sweet girl," he said. "I'm sure going to miss you when you're off to college."
"We can visit each other during weekends," she said, and her face became straight. "John…do you remember what we did last week?"
He smiled. "How can I forget?" he asked.
"Well, it was supposed to be today I'm having my period…" she said.
"Maybe you're late?"
"No, I've never been late when it comes to menstruation, John," she said, and paused. "And actually…I feel strange." She pushed John away, and ran to the bathroom.
John stood on the bathroom doorway, and heard her puking. It didn't sound nice, and John started to feel odd, as well. When he heard she was done and had flushed, he walked in and saw her sitting on the bathroom floor as she wiped her mouth with a tissue with tears streaming down her face. He sat before her on the floor, and held both of her hands.
"Oh, dear God, I'm pregnant," she said softly.
A/N: I'm not really that angry, so the part when they argued wasn't really that...violent. Even though I'm on period. This isn't really my proudest chapter I've done, but...I don't know what you think about this chapter. You can tell me by REVIEWING! :DDDDDD If you'll review this chapter, you'll find the four Beatles in your bedroom greeting you as you open the door and walk in to the room after quite a long day at school! :D
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