𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷, 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓾𝓵

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Gracie's pov
I wrapped my jacket around my waist, it was a cold morning.
John decided to meet up with me, to talk.
I hate when people say that.
And you always know it's either going to be terribly uncomfortable or just sad.

But I agreed, I wanted to see him. I wanted us to be well... us again. I miss the days where he'd come over all the time. We'd have the best days.

By now it's like he's not even apart of my life, and I hate that.

Johns one of the main reasons I'm not a suffering little girl, to afraid to open up.

I flew into New York with paul I told him what was going to happen, and he agreed to let me have a time with him.

Samuels nearly 24, He's doing quit fine, he moved out which may of been the most heart breaking time of my life! But he makes sure to call in here and there, and he's become quite talented in the music business, starting his own little band.

Paul's so very proud of him, and I could be even more proud.

So I was now walking
"You'll be ok right?"
Paul asked holding my hand.
I smiled stopping.

I brought his hands up, bringing them towards my lips.

I kissed them.
"Paul I'll be fine, I'll be back by 5. Look around, New York's a big place."
He smiled.

"Ok, well see you soon."
I kissed him.

I got up and walked down the streets of New York.

Continually tucking loose strands of hair, that would fall out when the wind picked up.

The Beatles had broken up quite awhile ago, we all saw it coming.

The lads ended up getting sick of each other, which is fair they were non stop together.

Paul was always stressed, so we're the others.
It's sad really though, when I met Paul the Beatles were like the biggest thing ever.

You could never walk past a place that had mentioned the four moptop boys.

I smiled.
Paul and John has really shaped me. I can't even believe how I was before them.

I had ran from home, I had nothing, I had no one.
But I've built friendships and my own family!
So I guess o wouldn't change a thing, if it would affect where I am today.

I stopped in the busy pathways when I spotted John, he was standing only a little bit away from me.

We looked at each other, I smiled.
"Four eyes."
I mouthed.
He smirked.
"Cry baby."
He mouthed back.

I smiled and ran to him.
I practically tackled him down.
"I've missed you."
He whispered.

"Me to."
I pulled back.
"I loved the new albums."
"Really? They weren't two shabby?"
"Pffft, John Lennon? Shabby?"
"Impossible!"
He smiled.
We walked down the streets of new York.
We haven't seen each other in years, so this was so amazing.
"You look different!"
He said taking in my appearance.
"Let's see I'm getting older!"
He smiled.
"At least you don't look like me."
I smiled slapping his shoulder playfully.
"Your beautiful in your own way four eyes."
He smirked.
"Why thank you."
He said in his posh accent.
"So Where's yoko?"
Silence...
"Uh- where do you wanna eat?"
He completely changed the subject, something John would never do...
I ignored it.
"Pizza, I'm feeling a pizza."
"Well pizza it is then!"
He said grabbing ahold of my hand and running by crowds of people.
"John!"
I half laughed out.
I didn't dare stop, I wanted this.
"Hurry!"
"Ok, ok!"
We ran down the streets of New York, I would occasionally hear faint voices
"Is that John Lennon?"
"No that couldn't be..."
"John?"
"Is that John?"
But we both ignored them.
Eventually we ended up at some park.
"This isn't a pizza shop..."
I said looking around, it started sprinkling down.
John didn't face me, he kept his back to me:
"I thought we were in America not England, I'm sick of rain."
He chuckled.
"John? I'm hungry. Let's go."
Still nothing.

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