Beatles Imagines

11. John [requested]

I bit my nails, an old habit I did when I was anxious, and paced around the room. I listened intently to the bickering that was just outside my door, and prayed that it'd go away soon.

"So that makes it fucking okay for you to kiss her, right?" I heard John yell at Mick, his voice an octave lower than the voice he talked to me with. I almost winced at the threatening words that were on display for all of us to hear.

"I didn't make a move on her alright? You'd know because if I did, you two wouldn't be together right now." He argued back in a sadistic manner.

"That's a bloody lie, and you know it."

"Oh, is it now?"

I pressed my ear against the door when I couldn't hear the conversation anymore. There was silence until I heard a clatter outside, which signaled that I needed to intervene before I found them both both dead on my carpet.

I had had enough of the back and forth that they'd been having for a good hour or so, and opened the door that John said I was not supposed to leave. When I shut the door behind me, both of their attention turned towards me.

John's hand dropped abruptly from the collar of Mick's shirt, and fell to his side in an instant.  He then backed up from him, and looked at me blankly, as though he hadn't almost attacked him.

"Stop fighting," I shouted at them, throwing my hands up exasperatedly into the air as I glowered at the both of them. "What are you, animals?"

Mick threw a pointed look to John,"I just don't understand how you're with such a prick."

The guy beside him, turned on his heel, burning holes through the man's head. If looks could kill, I was definite that he'd be laying in a heap on the floor right now. I knew that the only reason he was restraining himself was the fact that I was right in front of him.

"Aren't you tired of his shit?" He continued.

I opened my mouth at a loss of words, not sure of what to say. I didn't want to offend my best friend, but I also didn't want to offend my boyfriend. Sure, sometimes John could be an asshole, but so could Michael. Nevertheless, I cherished them both, and was torn when it came to choosing between the both of them.

"I'd watch what you say, mate." John spat, his chestnut eyes flickering back to me, his gaze softening immediately as he made eye contact with me.

I rolled my eyes at him, completely abraded at the childish manner in which they were arguing in.

"Well, I would watch what you're saying, because after everything is said and done, I'm the one she'd come running to when she's upset, not you." He quibbled, making me nauseated that they were treating me like property instead of a living, breathing person.

"I'm not an object." I spoke my thoughts exactly, unaware of the harsh tone that was executed in the process.

"I know, love." Mick shrugged off.

"Don't call her love ever again, or I'm definite that you're not going to make it out of this house in one piece." John shoved the man, catching him off guard. He stumbled before he caught himself from landing on the floor.

"Both of you stop it!"

I doubted that either of them heard me, because once Mick had steadied himself he threw a swing. The action came so fast and spontaneously that I could barely register it.

Thankfully, John dodged his fist, and came out of the situation unscathed.

"Please-" I closed my eyes, feeling rather light-headed by the stressful scene that was playing out before me. It was rather overwhelming for just a days event."Quit the fighting."

"Don't you understand that I'm doing this for you? I'm trying to save you, because I'm sure that if your relationship keeps going where it's going, that he'll ruin it."

"Mick, can you see the future? I don't think so." I responded rancorously to him. It was my choice if I wanted to leave him, not his.

"You said to me at the Christmas party that he was going to end it! How do you know that he isn't going to end it again?" His voice crescendoed, and I coward back from the sound. It was not the voice of my friend anymore.

"Don't yell at her." John spoke up, stepping towards me. It was almost surprising that he'd grown quiet. Usually he would be butting in every sentence with cruel wit.

It was even more astonishing when he didn't question my words. Did he not believe that what Mick said was true, or was he truly going to break up with me?

"This is a bloody mess." I mumbled under my breath, raking my hand through my hair in utter frustration.

"You know what, I'm going to give you two choices. Now you can either pack your bags and leave with me, with the exception of never speaking to him again," he paused to add emphasis on his words,"or you can stay with him, and never speak to me again."

I stared at him with a doleful stare, and knew that either way I was at a great loss. My intuition told me one thing, but my reasoning told me another. The thought itself was maddening to ponder. Either decision would bring affliction, and there was no way out of it. I was stuck in the middle.

I wondered if everything would still be normal if Mick hadn't kissed me, and couldn't help but wish his feelings for me were only platonic.

They both stared at me in expectancy of an answer, and I cast my eyes away from them both, unable to look them in the eyes as I came to a decision. Even then, I felt their gazes burn holes through me in anticipation.

"Why do you have to make me do this?" I cried out, and tears soon pricked my eyes over the question. "I love you both to bits and pieces. I don't see what's so wrong about that."

"You know what's wrong with it." John deadpanned.

And deep down, I did know what was wrong with it. I couldn't have them both.

"Goodbye Mick." I spoke hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper.

I whimpered, and placed a hand over my mouth to refrain myself from losing it in front of them.

My eyes glued themselves to the hardwood floors below me for what seemed like hours. I couldn't see their reactions, and I didn't want to. I knew it would be of one heartbroken Mick, and one smug John, and it pained me to even think about it.

I didn't look up until I heard a door slam, and his Cadillac drive away.

"It's okay." I heard a voice whisper into my ear, just as two arms wrapped tightly around my torso.

"Nothing's okay."