Chapter 8; 

I woke up Saturday morning around eleven, then it dawned on me... I have to get ready to go out with John. Since the weather had begun to get nicer I put on a pair of jeans and a light flowy shirt. I put on a bit of make-up and brushed through my hair. My dad was already in the kitchen waiting for me.

"G'mornin'. Or should I say afternoon?" My dad said, chuckling and looking over at the clock. "Want somethin' to eat." 

"Nope. Good Afternoon though." I said, sitting down on the chair and picking up the paper aside from him. "Dad, how old were you when you had yer first girlfriend." 

"I was fifteen, yet she was younger than me. Why do you ask?" 

"Because; girls and guys dating are such double-standards. Like yer supposed to date at a young age and with younger girls yet we're not supposed to date till we're sixteen." 

"Well, I'm not strict with that. Why do you say anything?" 

"You may not be strict, yet what if you don't like him?" 

"I'm sure I will. But he must be something special." 

"He might. I don't know though."

"Ah. The begins of a relationship. Wretched huh?" 

"My question is if it's a relationship." 

"Why don't you ask him?" My dad question and before I could say anything there were three knocks on the door, in a beat. "That must be John. I'll get the door!" My dad said, almost running to the door. I sat in my seat, dreading what he'll say. 

"Hello sir." John said, suddenly, stunned that it was in-fact not me. I watched from behind, smirking. 

"Hello. You must be John Lennon?" My dad said, acting a lot less strict, grinning and holding out his hand. 

"And you're Eloise’s dad." 

"Yes."

"Well. you have an amazing daughter. Would you mind if I took her out this afternoon? Me band, The Quarrymen,  is playing." 

"Sure thing," My dad said and I was about to butt in until he began talking. "IF you tell me what you play." 

"I learned banjo, but I'm currently playing guitar. I'm also the lead singer." 

"Well nice to meet ye boy. Take care o' 'er." My dad said, before I slipped under his arm and past him. Closing the door right behind me. 

"I've lived with him less than a few months and he's already embarrisin' me." I cried, making John laugh as he put a comforting arm around my shoulder.

"Awh, come on! I liked 'im." 

"I think he liked you." I said smiling, glad my dad and John have possibilities to get along. 

After The Quarrymen preformed, I was told to meet them in the back lot, where they probably were congratulating each other for their first gig. I pulled Paul along with me. I was completely right; the boys sat there drinking bears, but in Pete's lap sat Charlie. 

"Ellie!" Charlie yelled once she had seen me. Everyone said hello's and I was quickly handed a beer. 

"Who brought the underclass men?" A guy, who I'm guessing was Pete's neighbor snorted. He seemed to be a lot older than all of us. 

"Who brought this nonce?" I snapped, glaring at the older man. Yeah, I did just call him a pedolifile. Which shut him up. "Anyways, Paul, this is John. John, this is Paul. I brought Paul because he's great on the guitar." 

"Ha," John said being a jerk. "He's an underclass men. He's not better them 'em and he's only started!" 

"John, Paul and I are in the same grade for one. And two Paul's pinky finger has more talent then his whole body. Paul?" 

"Yeah?" Paul asked, probably feeling all too uncomfortable. 

"Will you please show them how well you play?" I asked and he didn't respond, just moved his Guitar in front of him, I moved beside John as we watched him intently playing the guitar and singing. 

"That was bloody amazing," John said, wrapping his arm around me. "Yer in McCartney. Someone get the lad a beer!" 

Once everyone had a beer we made a toast, to the Quarrymen, their first gig and Paul getting into the band. "I can't believe you did that." John whispered in my ear. 

"Talked to that guy the way you did. And me, ye brought in McCartney, good idea. But I swear if I get an-" 

"John," I said, cutting him off. "He's a bigger ladies man than you are. Plus he could teach you a few things even." 

"You think?" 

"I'm sure." 

"Ta love. I'm glad you came. Those jeans look great on you by the way." John said winking at me. I jumped up on the table. 

"John Lennon, yer such a swine." I said hitting him as he came and sat on the table with me.

"A swine you like."

"Who said?" 

"Hm... Paul?" 

"Paul's a down right liar." I said, giggling as he gave me a sad puppy dog face. "Awh, I'm kidding. Who wouldn't adore yer face?"

"Well, I'm glad really." 

"Don't worry 'bout it."

"Can I get you another drink?" 

"How 'bout a dance?" I asked and John nodded, slipping off the table and holding his hand out. I took it, he hosted me off the table, fake posh. We walked out of the back lot and into the in-between area, people would know we had been drinking and plus I'm not the best dancer in the world. 

"May I have this dance m'lady?" 

"Of course you can." I said, and he grabbed my hands, pulling me around in a circle to the fast beat almost bluegrass sounding music. I couldn't stop laughing as he twirled me around. I bet we looked crazy, but I was enjoying myself. What more mattered? One a slow song came on John pulled us to a stop and smiled at me. 

"Would you like to dance? I know it's kind of slow..." 

"I'd love to John." I said, then he pulled me even closer to him, placing a hand in the small of my back and guiding me around on the freshly cut grass, I giggled as he dipped me down and kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Who was your first kiss like then? Stop laughing." John said, swinging our intertwined fingers together as he walked toward my house. 

"Are you asking, me first real kiss?" I asked, blushing in the dark. 

"What's the difference?"

"Well, one's with someone you actually like then someone yer forced with." 

"Ye were forced into a kiss?"

"Twice. One when I was like thirteen and the next last year." I told him, as he started laughing hard. "Did I ever tell you about my horrible friends that make me kiss guys." 

"No, but they must be. Who was yer first one then? Yer first real one?"

"You," I whispered so quietly that I wasn't sure if I had said it out loud or in my head. 

"Come on Eloise! I told ya' mine." 

"You, John." I said, shakily. Not sure what he'd think or say, I seemed like a prude probably, but it wasn't my fault that the guys in Blackpool didn't find me attractive. Least to say, I felt the same way.

"Me? Ay' so ye like me?" Paul said, smiling a lopsided grin making me giggle. 

"Maybe... That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about..." I began. "What're we? What is this?" 

"Ya' know what they say, curiosity killed the cat." John stated, making me look down from his stare. I couldn't believe that he didn't want to even make something out of it. "Yet, you got there first." 

"Got where?"  

"Well, Eloise. Would you like to be my Judy?" John asked smiling huge. 

"Of course!" I said, pulling to me and hugging him. 

"I'm glad so." John said, smiling at me. I can't believe I was John Lennon's girl. That obviously doesn't happen often. John smiled down and kissed my cheek softy. "I'll see you Monday love?" 

"Y-yes," I said. Walking up to the steps up to my house, opening the door and closing it as John walked to his. I closed the door and slid down it. God, even a kiss on the cheek could make me go red and weak in the knees. What's up with this?