Beginning my relationship with Stuart was unlike any kind of relationship I have ever had. He was such a gentlemen. He opened doors for me, held my hand anytime we could, and of course, kept me satisfied in and out of the bedroom. Although everyone seemed surprised when I mentioned Stu was funny and very talkative. He helped me apply at the Art college but I had to wait until the new courses began. Until then we agreed I'd be working at the diner. Dad was estatic knowing Stuart was helping me try to become someone in this dreary little world. He approved of our relationship and let me stay out past my curfew. This resulted in us watching the guys perform, going back to his place, or just having drinks. I knew this was the life I always wanted. The Rock and Roll life. This time it was fun, not miserable.

I did often get jealous when I would notice girls at the clubs trying to flirt and get Stu's attention. He'd make small talk but then always stayed beside me. This assured me he was loyal. Unlike John, who went off out on his girlfriend now and then.

Cynthia was stable, quiet, completely opposite person than John. She went with him now and then to his gigs but spent most of her time trying to keep up with her studies. She went to the same art college. I knew they went out during the day or other times. But the only time I saw her was at the clubs. She was always good for a talk. I met her one night when John mentioned to Stu we should sit at a table together. She told me it was John's humour, charm and carelessness that she found attractive. We got along quite well, but I couldn't help feeling guilty, knowing I slept with John. Of course she had no clue, I was hoping to keep it that way. John also wanted to keep things quiet. He pulled me aside one evening and asked me not to mention our few nights together. I of course agreed, and nothing more was ever said again.

Tiffany eventually showed after having a week of the flu. She was still as crazy as ever and was excited when she found out Stu and I were an item. Dad was happy knowing I made a female friend. Often enjoying her company and loving the fact she was interested in his work. I always felt left out when the two would sit at the kitchen table and talk for hours. To my luck, Sarah was always open for talk. We often went out to museums, sometimes bringing Stu along. Or we went out for lunch, shopping. We would sit in the living room and she would give me some of her notes from her college days to help me get ahead for when I start my classes.

It was no surprise when she broke the news to me one day out while shopping that her and dad began a relationship. By then, I wasn't angry or bitter. I accepted it. She made dad happy, she was sweet to me and wasn't at all stuck up or mean. I appreciated the fact she didn't pressure me into calling her mom or thinking of her as a mother figure. Just as a friend.

Being with Stu took up a lot of my time. We spent lots of time together which often had me neglecting the other guys. George especially. I still wrote in my journal and gave it to Missus Harrison to give to Geo. When I got it back, I would often get a message saying, I miss you. We saw each other at gigs and caught up now and then. But I missed my little friend. And I knew he missed me. But we understood our lives were taking different routes at the moment.

It was the beginning of December now and John and Cyn seemed to be a bit on the rocks. The two were arguing as John complained about her spending too much time with her studies and not with him. This was always an ongoing issue with the two and resulted in him spending time at Stu's and often barging into us having sex.
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December 12, 1958

It was Friday morning. Stu and I were excited to have the day off. So we planned a day together full of boyfriend girlfriend things that would probably bore the hell out of the others. Record shopping, the cinema, eating, art, and then back here to spend the evening.

He picked me up at mine and brought me back to his around nine thirty in the morning. I was laying on his 'bed' watching television as he talked on the phone, making arrangements about his next art show. I was happy knowing his work was getting more recognition. It made him happy just sitting on his stool and painting the evenings away. Unlike John, he didn't goof around or put things on hold. He got things done when they were supposed to. This even meant putting time off with me. I honestly didn't mind it knowing he was doing art rather than being off with another girl behind my back. We were happy this way.

Stu sat in his chair beside the small bookshelf and rubbed the side of his head with his fingers, talking frustratedly into the phone. I crawled over to him, between his legs and rested my head on his knee. He looked down at me and smiled.

I gave a teasing smile and began unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed my hands away but I just ignored him and carried on slowly tugging them down. He talked and bit his lip as I reached a hand in his underwear. My hand stroking his length, pulling him out for my lustful eyes.

I wasted no time and wrapped my lips around his cock. He breathed a little uneasy but kept his steady tone as he spoke again. I smiled and continued on with pleasing him. He said his goodbyes and set the phone down, sighing in relief.

"Christ Molly." He laughed. I giggled and pulled him out of my mouth, standing up and pulling my skirt down. He grabbed my hand and helped me straddle him, guiding me down until he was in. I moaned softly and rested my hands on his shoulders as we made love. We were really getting into it when the door burst open, making us both jump. John running a hand through his hair and rambling about Cynthia.

"John!" Stu yelled, hurriedly pulling his jeans on as I got off pulling my skirt up.

"Shit." I breathed, zipping up.

"It's finished. Were over I just know it. What the fuckin hell is wrong with me!?" John yelled, pacing the room, completely ignoring what he just walked in on.

"John calm down. What's wrong?" I asked, finally cooling down.

"I hit her. I fuckin hit her and left her just...there. Why would I do that!?" He sat on the matress.

"John why would you do that??" I asked.

"It was a mistake. I know she won't forgive me now. This was the last straw I know it."

I kneeled in front of him. "John what was this about?"

"I saw her out dancin with another bloke last night. I mean I know she wouldn't do anything but..."

"You have to apologize."

He shook his head. "She probably won't 'ear any of it. Fuck."

Stu walked over and stood beside me. "Mate ye need to make things right. If not today then tomorrow. Cynthia's a good girl. Just give her time to think about it."

"Can I stay here? Mimi is being a fuckin nag and Paul is off at class."

"Well we were just goin off out. You can stay just don't wreck anythin." Stu said, holding my hand. John nodded and laid back.

"I just want to get some rest if anythin. Thanks mate." John said to Stu.

"No problem. We should get goin." Stu said, facing me. I nodded and grabbed my purse.

"Things'll get better John." I petted his head. He nodded and stayed silent as we left the room. I linked my arm with Stu's. "You think he'll be alright alone?"

He sighed. "He should be. Just needs some time to cool down. You hungry?"

I smiled. "Very."
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Having a budget between us only limited as to how much we could spend. We bought a cheap breakfast which consisted of coffee, eggs and sausage. Then it was off to the record shop for a few new vinyls to add to the stack. This resulted in us running out of enough for the cinema. So we walked around the park and visited a gallery a few blocks from the college. All the colours. Abstracts and wild visuals. Stuart was drawn in even more to meet a few of the artists and enjoy the lounging area. It was full of beatnicks and jazz type fellows. It was unlike anything I've ever seen. They all smoked and wore black turtleneck sweaters and had their own type of language. Me and Stu walking around with our dark clothing and juvenile wardrobe.

By the time we got back to his place, it was dark out and we were excited to put on a record. John was gone from the place. Just a small note thanking Stu for the stay.

I shrugged out of my coat and kicked my heels off, sitting down on the matress as he lit a cigarette and put on a new record. He sat down with me and stuck the cig between my lips. I inhaled and rested it between my fingers.

"Molly...I love you so much. You're so fun to be with and your love is so inviting. People never get around to know me and stick around. Besides you, John's only me real mate. Until we met, this place was cold and just filled with my paintings. You've brought life into me. You keep me active and remind me there is life beyond art."

I blushed and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Stuart I...I don't know what to say."

"Move in with me." He held my hands. "I've made arrangements for another apartment. One of our very own. Please say yes."

I looked into his eyes, thinking to myself. We've been together for almost two months now. We really got along and loved each other's company. I brought in money from the diner, and he made a few bucks when one of his works sold. We could make it work...I think. Call it young love but I had fallen hard for Sutcliffe. The fact he wanted me to move in with him and make me a part of his life really showed me he cared.  That was enough to convince me.

I smiled. "When do we make our move?"

A smile took over his worried expression as he leaned in and kissed me.
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