In My Life

Chapter 36

Sam's POV
The next morning, I was surprised to find John knocking on my door, just raring to hit the town.

"Come on Sam! You ready?" He smiled enthusiastically.

"Yeh yeh alright." I laughed, chasing him from my front door so I could close it behind us.

He didn't hesitate to bombard me with questions, as I'd already grown tedious of our quick fire round before we'd even left my front gate.

"So have you taken it to much thought Sam?" He asked, swiftly clasping my hand in his.

"Hmm, not really John. Hadn't crossed my mind." I smiled to wind him up slightly.

He sighed. "Typical."

Things fell silent after this, only to be filled with John's humming to himself whilst in deep contemplation. You could always tell when he was ruminating; he had such a lost and solemn expression upon his face.

"Is that something you're working on?" I asked him inquisitively.

"Huh?" He shook his head, bursting his bubble back into reality.

"Paul said you were starting to work on your own stuff." I reminded him.

"Oh, oh yeh. Nah it's nothing really." He smirked. "I was just thinking-"

"Thinking about where you're going to take me out for lunch?" I teased, skimming my finger across the bus timetable we'd just reached at the stop.

"Alright okay, sure thing." He chuckled lightly. "Boy am I generous."

The way things were going, it almost felt back to normal, like how it used to be before the band or Paul. John wasn't being arrogant or impudent. He was acting like he used to; witty and kind.
It felt nice to be reunited with the boy I'd grown so find of over the years.

Eventually, when we did manage to get into town, John kept to his word and bought me lunch. It was nothing much, but it was all I was capable of eating at the time, as neither of us were particularly hungry.

"Where to next dearest Samantha?" He bowed before me, kissing my hand as he ridiculed the most stereotypical, posh British accent imaginable.

"I was thinking either back to the palace or perhaps the opera house." I played along, in my most sophisticated imitation.

"Sounds simply divine my darling." John nodded, slipping his arm into mine.

The two of us lifted our chins high to the sky as we began to strut elegantly up the street, with of course, our very best posture. Though it wasn't long before the two of us broke down into hysterics, completely breaking character from our little charade.

"Oh Lennon, you are quite a delight." I tittered, wiping the tears welling in my eye.

"Much the same to you love." He laughed through his thick Scouse accent.

That day would have been more than perfect if it could have just ended there whilst I was still having fun with John, and I hadn't caught glimpse of him in the distance.

I felt the smile beginning to fade from my countenance as I watched. Not even 100 yards away from me. Escorting somebody new from out of a shop. Somebody new. Already.

She had fare hair and rosy cheeks, cheeks of which he rested his lips upon to kiss, making her giggle. I couldn't quite tear my eyes from the sight. It was all just far too soon.

"Sam?" John echoed, snapping his fingers in my face. "You still there?"

"Yeh that sounds great John." I said sheepishly, still far too absorbed in watching them.

He took his hand in her's kindly, pinning little escaped locks of hair behind her ear. I remembered when he'd done that to me. Like it were just yesterday.
Oh wait! It had been just yesterday!

"Oh I see." John finally caught on, snarling, and rolling his squinted eyes in much need of his glasses. "But Sam, it's his loss!" He shook me by the shoulders. "Let McCartney have his bimbo of a bird."

"I'm sorry John." I smiled awkwardly, drawing my eyes from Paul and the girl as they disappeared further up the street.

"Nah it's fine." He winked, pinching my cheek slightly. "I get it."

I was surprised that John wasn't mad or upset, but was more or less relieved to see how understanding he was being.

"You know John," I began. "It's not even been a day, and Paul's already moved on."

"I guess." John shrugged, obviously not feeling too enthusiastic about focusing our discussion on Paul. "I mean he's got his bird alright."

I glanced to John's hand, thoughts tracing my mind, but never settling. I was really only curious.

John smirked with hungry eyes having caught on, rallying his glance from my face to my hand.

"I- I can move on too?" I bit my lip with much uncertainty.

"I don't see why not." John wrapped his arm around my back, drawing me closer.

"Subtle." I laughed nonchalantly, making the smile across his face stretch to the corners of his eyes.

"So?" His eyes widened again. "Will you? Can we?"

I glanced back to where I'd seen Paul and the girl, reviewing the situation over again in my mind, until coming my the decision.

I gave John a nod of the head, and winced, expecting an impact of some kind. Instead, I felt his arm drop from my back where he'd held me so closely to him, and his hand slip in my own, before he gave me a light kiss on the forehead.
That was one thing about John; he was always so unpredictable.