I carefully made my way downstairs. I didn't hear or see my mom, so I made for the door. I got outside and sat at the bus stop.

"Shit." I sighed. I was so nervous that I would have to talk to my mom. I sat there forever, but then I saw John's car approach.

"You alright?" He asked as I climbed into his car.

"Yeah. I didn't see her so..." John leaned over and touched my neck. "What are you doing?" He chuckled at me.

"You can definetly tell..." I smacked his hand away.

"Shut up." I folded my arms and he laughed.

"You're cute when you act like that." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I started to blush.

"If you're gonna kiss me do it right." I pouted.

"Oh? Like this?" He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He pulled away.

"I suppose." I smiled, though I tried not too.

"You're hard to please, love. I like that." He started to drive.

"John.." I felt really sad. I lost my mom, not as in death, but worse. She no longer loved me.

"Hmm?" He asked as he grabbed my hand.

"I wish my dad were here. He would've liked you." I felt him look over at me.

"I hope he'd like me." He said.

"In some ways you guys are alike." I continued.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You both act tough, but in reality you have huge hearts that want to bring happiness into the world." I added.

"I don't act tough..." John said, I looked over at him. "But still, that's really kind of you to say."

"My mom never saw that in him. She always threatened to divorce him. Then they had a big fight before my dad had to go to work. Then he left and got in that accident." I felt tears roll down my cheek. It felt good to finally talk to someone about this.

"I'm sorry Y/n." We were at school so he parked. " Why was she like that?"

"I don't know." I took off my seatbelt. John opened the door for me. "Thanks." I said while getting out of the car.

"Y/n. I'm really sorry." He pulled me into a hug. I started to cry again.

"I miss my dad." I cried into his chest. "Fuck. I'm sorry." I pulled away, turning away from him.

"Y/n. It's okay, you can cry, love." He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. We looked at eachother for a bit.

"Can I kiss you?" I said shyly, he chuckled.

"No you may not."

"Fine." I said and grabbed his crooked tie and pulled him into a kiss.

"I said no." He smiled as he pulled away. He pushed me against his car and kissed me.

"Then how is that fair that you can kiss me, but I can't kiss you?" I asked as I pulled away.

"I'm in charge little girl." He grabbed my hand and walked with me to the school.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "You're an asshole."

"Oh I know." He smirked. "You're not gonna hide the hickeys?" He chuckled.

"I can't with this stupid school uniform." I fixed my skirt.

"Good." He said.

"You're gross." We walked into the school. For once we weren't late. Kids looked at us and started to snicker. I let go of John's hand because it was against the rules to do that.

"Since when do you care about the rules, darling." He held my hand again.

"Come on John." I let go again, and folded my arms.

"Come on Y/n." He kissed my cheek.

"John..." I faced him. "You're a fucking dumb ass."

"I know." He cupped my face and kissed me, again.

"John stop." I pushed him off. Kids were laughing and pointing.

"What the hell?" He lifted up his arms and walked away. Man, that guy can change quickly.

"Lennon..." I sighed.

"Y/n?" It was Wendy.

"Hi." I felt sad.

"You're with him?" She asked.

"Yeah..." I kept my eyes on Lennon. He was talking with a group of his friends.

"I told you!" She smiled.

"Yeah. He's mad at me though." I sighed.

"Oh?" She asked.

"Yeah." I laughed. "He's stupid." Lennon looked over at me. Then he did a double take, he noticed I was looking back at him.

"Why won't you let me kiss you?" He came over.

"'Cause if my mom finds out about everything, she will kill both of us." I said, not changing my facial expression one bit.

"You're annoying." He grabbed my waist.

"John. Please." I peeled his hands away.

"Y/n..." He backed me up into the wall. The bell rang, but he didn't care. "Do you not love me anymore."

I laughed. "John I fucking adore you. Now, let's get to class idiot." I gave him a little peck, then ducked under his arm and headed to class.

"Or we can ditch..." He grabbed my arm.

"John. Come on." I tugged him along to class.

"I like your hickeys." I heard some girls laugh as I walked by them.

"Go bother someone else." John hissed.

"Ooo you did it, did ya?" The girl laughed.

"Leave her alone." He continued.

"John." I pulled him along. "Just ignore them."

"I don't want them hurting my little girl." He held my hand.

"I appreciate it, but I can defend myself." I squeezed his hand.

"I know, but I-" He stammered.

"I know, you're a tough kid." I giggled.

"Y/n. Quit fucking acting." He looked at me.

"What do you mean?" I gave him a confused look.

"You're getting bullied and you don't give a shit?" I shrugged.

"Yeah I don't really care." I started to walk away.

"It's not okay though." He continued to stand there.

"Let's just get to class." I grabbed his arm.

"No. I'm leaving this hell." He walked out the door. Oh John...what am I going to do with you?

I walked into class and went the whole day without John. Why was he acting so strange? While waiting for my bus, I felt something cold on my arm. I turned around and it was John.

"I thought you said you were leaving." I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

He shrugged. "I'm your ride home."

"Why did you act like that?" I felt his hand slide down to meet my waist.

"I was angry, and I kinda lost it." He looked sad. "I'm sorry Y/n."

"It was 'cause of me, huh?" I asked as we climbed into his car.

"No. It's everyone else. Everyone is talking shit about you!" He complained as he put on his seatbelt.

"I don't care." I grabbed his hand. "I really don't. I only care about you John Lennon." I squeezed his hand.

He didn't say anything he just looked at the road. He looked tired, stressed, and sad.

"John..." He glanced over at me.

"Let's just run away." He said quietly.

"John...no. You can't. You have talent. You need to show people that." He stopped the car in front of my house.

"I'm talentless Y/n." His eyes looked red, like he cried.

"I bet your amazing on the guitar, and you have a really good voice." He just gave me that blank stare.

"Thanks, but I'll never make it." He looked at his hands.

"How do you know if you don't try?" I asked, taking off my seatbelt.

"When does your mom get home?" He completely ignored my rhetorical question.

"Nine." I started to get out of the car.

"Y/n. Be careful please?" He sounded worried.

"Of course Lennon." I kissed him. "I love you." It felt strange to say that, but it also felt right.

"I love you too." He finally smiled.

"Oh Lennon?" I said as I was walking away.

"Huh?"

"Don't forget about me when your famous." He laughed at that and rolled his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled.

I nodded and walked into my house. I hated this place. I wish I could stay with John.

I noticed there was a note on the table so, I picked it up and read it.

I'm sorry Y/n, we need to talk when I get home.

I sighed and threw the note away. She talked shit on John, I can't forgive her. She also talked shit about my dad. I tried to forgive her for that, I never really could. She threw away all the pictures that we had of him.

I did my homework and decided to play a record. I put on Elvis, my dad's favorite. I guess I still have that record to remind me of him.

It was getting closer to nine, I'd have to talk to her. I heard the door creak open. She's home early.

"Y/n?" That wasn't her voice. It sounded like John. I turned down the music I was playing, it was pretty loud.

I walked into the other room and sure enough it was John. "Why did you just break into my house?" I folded my arms, failing to hold a straight face.

He pulled me into a kiss. "Come with me." He said after pulling away.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm not letting your mom hurt you anymore. Come stay at my house." He was tapping his foot to the beat of the music.

"John I can't. She left me a note..." He walked past me.

"Is that Elvis?" He asked.

"Yeah, but John. You should leave." I felt bad about saying that.

"No. Why?" He sat down on my couch.

"My mom's coming home, and she won't like a boy in the house." I tried to pull him up, but he pulled me on to his lap.

"Please girlie." He put his hand on my face.

"John. I'll see you tomorrow." I stood up.

"Fine." He sighed and stood up. "But you're not off the hook." He smirked and kissed me.

"Bye Johnny." I said as he left. Again, I felt bad but it had to be done.

About ten minutes after nine, my mom walked in. "Y/n. We need to talk."

By that time I was changed into different clothes that would hide the marks on my neck.

I sat down at the table, I felt very awkward. "Make it quick." I said under my breath.

"I'm sorry about what happened." She grabbed my hands, I pulled them back. "Y/n..."

"No you're not. That's what you said about dad, now you act like he never existed." I started to cry.

She sighed. "That's not true."

"I'm leaving." I stood up.

"Y/n sit down!" She yelled and I obeyed. "You're making me yell."

I sat there, tears running down my face. My mom sat across from me, pretending everything was okay.

"I think it's best if we moved back to the United States." She said calmly. I broke down.

"No! I'm not leaving." I ran up the stairs to my room. I wish I went with John.

"You're acting like a child." She knocked on my door.

"Mom, you've insulted me, you've insulted dad, and you've insulted the only other person I care about." I said as I opened the door. "You're not sorry. If anyone is acting like a child, it's you. You'd fit right in at my school."

"Y/n..." she started to say.

"You don't know what they've said about me. You don't know what I have to go through, daily. And that boy you're always telling me to stay away from is the only sane one there! Mom he sticks up for me!" I cried. "I'm not leaving him! Hes all I have!" I slammed my door on her.