NoWhere Boy:A John Lennon love story

Beautiful Boy

"Mimi! Open up! It's Jules!" She pounded on the door harder, "Come on Mims!" She peered through the stained glass window as best as she could. She saw no one, but she knew her sister was home. She looked downwards and saw a smaller figure. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt relief flow through her veins. "John! Oh baby open up it's mama!" He reached for the door knob, but someone grabbed him. "Go play in the back yard." Said the culprit.

The car was so boring. Julia didn't even leave the radio on. "Stay in the car" "I don't like the carrrr." Camille whined. She looked up at the door, Julia was yelling at it, but it was closed.

"Maybe I should leave the car, I think she's crazy." Camille said as she unbuckled her self and quietly got out. She tip toed around the car. From here she could hear what Julia was saying.

"He's my son Mimi, not yours! He's not your problem so give him back!"

"He is not a problem! He is a brilliant boy, you left him!" A muffled voice said.

Camille ducked back behind the car. 'Oh my god' she thought to herself, finally understanding the situation. 'the door can talk!' Her thoughts were interrupted by a ball rolling to her feet.

"Oh, hello there!" She said picking it up. "Psttt!" She darted her head around. "Psttttttt!!!" There it was again! She saw a hand raised above a fence. Hesitantly she snuck over.

"Um...hello?" She tip toed closer. "Hi!" A little head popped above the fence. Camille stepped back and gasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" A young boy said as he opened the gate.

"Well you did! I could of had a heart attack! I could have died!" Camille pointed her finger accusingly.

"Come back here, hurry before anyone sees you." Camille thought a second, but then she followed instructions. The boy smiled at her.

"Thank you for getting my ball, my name is John, John Lennon. My middle names Winston, which is dumb because it sounds like an old guys name." John extended his hand.

Camille giggled and took his hand. "My names Camille, Camille ..." She thought a second," I don't have a last name! I have a middle one though, it's Prudence, which sounds like an old lady!" After their hand shake they began to play catch. John shared stories about his life, and taught her a few things.

"How come you don't know these things? Is there anything you do know about?" John asked. He didn't mean to sound rude but she didn't know what basic things like a tooth brush was!
She paused, "I know about good music." She said softly. John became curious at what she meant. "Can you show me some of that music?" He asked.

Before she could answer she heard Julia's cries. "Camille!?" She turned around, "uh oh, I got to go!" She ran towards the gate,  but something stopped her. John held her arm, "wait, when will I see you again?" Camille smiled, "I'll see you soon john! And maybe I'll get to show you some of that music!" She kissed his cheek before running through the gate.

She ran up to Julia from behind and wrapped her arms around her legs. "I'm sorry! The car was boring and I wanted to play with the boy and his red ball and-" Camille was cut off by Julia holding her and crying. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry!" Camille started crying too. Julia shook her head. "No sun drop, it wasn't you. Let's go home."