"John." Stu and I said at the same time. He sat back and took a long drag of his own cigarette.

"I um...I'd like to 'ave a chat." John said calmly. I stood up and fixed my skirt.

"I'll leave you two..."

"No um..Molly stay. I want to speak with both of you."

"Oh." I sat back on Stu's lap.

It was silent for a few seconds until Stu spoke.

"So?? What is it?"

'I 'ave a few of your things at me aunt's place. Cyn and I are stayin with her since...we lost the apartment."

"Thanks." Stu nodded.

"How was the trip?"

"It was great. Met a couple who were good company. Went to a few gigs, went to galleries....it was gear mate." Stu smiled. I kissed his cheek and fixed his hair.

"That's good to hear. Look em...christ you know I'm not good at these sort of talks but...I'm sorry. For everything. The whole lies and bein a fuckin arse about your relationship. I was jealous. I 'ad Molly first and...I 'ad Stu first. My mate and my fuckin one nighter." He laughed awkwardly. "I guess in a way I was quite upset when I found out you two met and when I saw you two in the canteen to tell us you were a couple it was....overwhelming for me. I hid my feelings and the more you two spent time together the more Stuart spent away from me. It was always, Molly this, Molly that. Molly's takin me to this show, I can't go to your gig cause I'm spendin a night in with the girlfriend. Same goes the other way. It was Stuart's takin me to his show, Stuart said I don't need to wear anymore short skirts or makeup, I rather go out with Stuart than go to a gig at The Cavern. It's been bloody hell!"

Stu sighed. "We love eachother John. That's what happens when two people love one another. We do things together, we support one another, we 'ave inside jokes and take trips..."

"Then where's time for your mates huh?? Where's that love?? You're my closest friend Stuart. I love you and....it's hard. Were on an even level of involvement and maturity. I know I can be a dick and I've made advances on Molly before but...everytime she's always been true to you. I was cruel to take advantage of your health. I used that to steer you away from Molly and...it worked. For awhile. Then you became someone else. Angry and tired. You overworked and quit the one thing you were passionate about. It's my fault. If anyone's to blame it's me. I'm that much of a bloke to admit that. I'm not askin you two to forgive me but...I really do mean it when I say I'm sorry. We need you...both of you in the band. Despite what you might think...you're important members in the group. I just can't do this without ye's."

And with that, John got up and left us alone. We stayed silent and with one look at Stu, I nodded and got off his lap, watching him make his way in after John. I stayed out, finishing my cig and smiled to feel hands move over my eyes.

"Guess who."

"George!" I squeaked, pulling him around to hug him tight. He groaned but hugged back.

"I missed you Molly." He whispered.

"I missed you too George." I kissed his cheek. "How've you been?? You haven't been around! We got back a week ago and I've never seen you."

"Oh yeah about that, we were in London for a few days doin a gig in some club. They 'ad us perform for a stripper." He blushed. I couldn't help laughing.

"And?? How did it go?"

"What d'you think?? John shagged her before the gig and then blew the setlist, makin 'er rant and rave onstage in front of about thirty blokes who wanted a show! Well, we ended up finishin our last three days in some dirty pub that wreaked of piss and vomit. Lovely." He rolled his eyes. I laughed and shook my head.

"I'm sorry I missed it."

"How was the trip?? I mean...you and Stu get on again??" He asked with a hopeful tone.

"Yeah um, were doin great. The trip did us good and we had lots of time to think about things."

"What kind of things?" He asked curiously. A part of me wanted to tell him about us planning on moving to New York. About the pot smoking and how we got along with a couple named Meg and Tony. The whole scene and my proposal to Stu about wanting a baby. From the vibe I got earlier from Stu, he wanted to keep all of that private. He wanted us to remain distant from the others and not let anyone know of our plans for the future. I respected that. But I wanted to share it with George. What if the band didn't make it?? What if Hamburg was the only kind of excitement George would experience? Then could I tell him?

"Just boring couple things that's all. Stu's plans on getting a scholarship, my job and the stay in Hamburg." I shrugged. He nodded and sat back.

"I'm glad you'll be with us. You're a huge part of my life and....if you weren't there in the front row I'd probably lose it. Are you nervous about Peter? I mean...he's goin with us too ye know."

I took a long puff of my cig. "Yeah I am. Scared more like it. He's a bad part of my life that I keep striving to forget but when I go out....he's there. Now closer than ever it just....it won't end."

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped to turn and see it was just Stuart. He raised his eyebrows.

"You alright Moll?"

I looked at George and leaned over, kissing his cheek.

"Thanks for the talk. I'll see you around huh?"

"Yeah definitely. Goodnight Molly." He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Good to see ye again Stu."

"Yeah, same to you." Stu nodded.

George gave me one last look and headed back inside. I stood up and linked my arm with Stu's. He kissed my cheek.

"Everythin alright?"

"Yeah. I just...Peter." I sighed. "Promise me you won't let him hurt me again."

He kissed the tip of my nose and held me to his strong body. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. Besides, Lennon told me that punch of yours really sent his head spinning.

I couldn't help giggling and held his hand as we made our way inside to mingle some more.
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Dad and Sarah were sleeping by the time we got in past midnight. Stuart was kissing the back of my neck we entered my room, in the mood for some love making. I giggled as we began quietly undressing and flung onto my squeaky bed. I was on the bottom, enjoying Stu's drunken attempt to get it in. It wasn't until I reached down to adjust, he finally entered. I had to hide my laughter and shut my eyes as he began thrusting hard. My moans were muffled by his hard kissing and tongue shoving down my throat. I pulled his hair and couldn't help thinking of John. Of George....the nights with Peter. It was always constant drunk sex that always made me feel comfortable. Now in this moment....with Stuart...I wanted to feel him at his roughest.

Stuart moaned against my neck as I dragged my nails down his back, moving to his hips where I guided him to slow down. He got the motion right and my body loved the eager reliance of his male instincts to just fuck me senseless. But we were in my bedroom on a squeaky bed and my parents were just two rooms away.

"Oh god Molly I'm fuckin losing it." He panted. I got an idea.

"Hold on." I whispered, surprised by now sultry my voice sounded. I sat up and he pulled out, watching me crawl on the floor and rest my knees on a pillow where I leaned over to give him a view of how I wanted it. He hurriedly followed and kneeled behind me, instantly pumping in an out. I had to bury my head in the soft carpet to keep quiet.

"Oh baby...fuck me harder." I whined. He grunted and moaned deeply, excited at our new found activity. It was the moment he gave me a small spank I squeaked in delight and begged for more. We kept this up until we couldn't keep it in any longer. I was the first to give in, coming against his body, thrusting my body back against his as I tensed and tingled with ecstacy.

"Molly....aaahhh.." he came inside, enjoying his orgasm to its fullest. He slowed and just toppled over me, making me fall on my stomach. We laughed and just looked at one another.

"We gotta do this more often." He breathed.

"Make love or sex?"

"Sex. Definitely more sex."

I giggled and sat up, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it to put between his lips. He took it and inhaled, sharing with me as we just moved in one anothers arms.

"Do you think Hamburg will be fun?" I asked after a moments silence.

"I hope so. John em...told me about an art college over in Germany. I plan to keep my word to your dad about finishing school. It's also somethin i've wanted to do for meself."

I smiled and snuggled in his arms. "I love you baby."

"I love you too Molly. My fuckin dream." He whispered, making me blush.
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