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"Stu!" I yelled, slipping on my leather jacket and jumping down the steps with just enough time for him to catch me.  "Good catch!" 

"Yer just lucky I always get you! Ye've got terrible balance ye know." He said jokingly as we walked down the sidewalk. 

"Sh, do you 'ear that? It's yer scottish side showin'." I said laughing at him. 

"Sod off." he said pinching my arm before, linking it with his own. This was our friendship, it was nice to have someone that you related so closely with, Stu was my bestfriend and I was his. 

"Where are we 'eaded too?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. To the cavern. Stu and I liked too watch the bands play and we both liked to dance. Stu rolled his eyes at me as we heard a crash from behind us. 

"Ay' Lennon! Yer gonna kill someone, it's not even eight!" The voice said from behind, I couldn't tell which one of his friends it was, but I could tell he was close by. Stu and I turned around, both of us being almost plowed down by Lennon, unlikely it was only me. 

"Fuck," I muttered as I looked at my scraped elbow. John quickly stood up, offering me his hand but I stood up by myself. "Watch where yer goin' Lennon." 

"The name's John, love." He quipped, walking with Stu and I. "And this is Paul." 

"Hi Paul," I said sweetly "I'm Katherine, call me Kat And to you John, I'm nobody, remember?"

"Stu, can uh, John and I speak to you?" Paul, who seemed to be about a year younger than me asked Stu. We both stopped and he turned to me.

"Wait 'ere." He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and walking over to them. I waited, tapping my foot. "Great!" I heard John say loud and overexcitedly. All three of them walked over.

"Guess what?" Stu said, smiling dumbly at me, to which I couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" I asked, starting our walk again.

"I'm the new bass player for the Quarry Men!" He said excitedly, I pulled him into a quick hug.

"And you thought those lessons wouldn't pay off." I said laughing at him, the two boys who I had forgotten about laughed too. "Are you lot headin' to the cavern too?"

"Yeah," Paul said. "You don't mind, do ya?"

"Course not." I told him, smiling and taking Stu's cigarette.

***

"You look like yer havin' a horrible time, what's the matter Kat?" Stu asked as I finished my third beer, Stu order another for both of us not knowing how much I had already had.

"Oh, nothing much. Just... You know the fact that we've both hated John Lennon since we were ten and then you go and join his band with Peter Fucking Shotton the biggest prick I've ever met. Other than that, I'm fine." I said sourly, looking at the group of guys, trying to talk to a group of girls.

"Do you know what the one requirement I made to joining John's band was?" He asked chuckling, I shook my head. "For him to actually treat you decent. I don't care what he thinks Kat, yer me best friend and if he didn't agree I wouldn't 'ave joined the band."

"Wait, do you 'ear that?" I asked over the changing music. I got up, downing the rest of my beer and kissing his cheek. "It's Elvis, apologizing for me. Let's dance."

I pulled Stu to the dance floor and we both started to dance, we wobbly at first, forgetting how much I had to drink. We danced for a few more minutes before one of my friends, Annie, interrupted us. "Hey!" She said over the music. I could smell the beer on her breathe and I could tell her confidence was obviously up because of this. She turned to Stu and smiled. "Do you mind?"

"Go 'ed!" I said happily pushing them together and skipping off as a slow song came on. I returned to the bar and handed him my money for the three beers, since Stu had gotten the last. I sighed, it was getting way too hot in here I thought as I made my way outside, trying to get my pack of cigarettes before I was pulled into an alley with a hand clamped over my mouth. "I will burn you!" I screamed pulling my lighter from my bag.

"Kat! It's just me John." He said calmly, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

"I should still burn you." I said glaring at him.

"I didn't want you to walk 'ome alone. See stuff like that could 'appen and you'd never know who it'd be." John said, guiding me the way out of the alley. "Yer so tough, ye didn't even scream for 'elp. Just tried to burn me."

"I've learned from way too many experiences that asking someone for help, who doesn't care about you, they'll just fuck up the situation worst." I told him, he looked at me with a... sympathetic look on his face. Yeah right, he couldn't apologize now and act like everything was okay. It's been years. "Yer the same as when I had first met you."

"I was pulled this way and that for longer than I could remember. And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own. I have also been called one thing and then another while no one really wished to hear what I called myself. So after years of trying to adopt the opinions of others I finally rebelled. I am an invisible man." John said after blowing out a large cloud of smoke, I starred at him wide eyed. The Invisible Man I thought back to when I gave it to John, and the events that followed that day. Someone called me a freak first and he followed suit. 

"Joh-" I began, but shut up as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a park. We were close to our house, I could tell. It was Strawberry Feilds and the entrance was only a four minute walk from our neighboorhood. I had seen John here before, so likewise, I haven't been back. 

"I'm so sorry," John began, he pulled me down to the grass to sit with him, and pulled me against him. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him wrap an arm around me, bit I soon fell relaxed in the warmth that radiated off of him. "They were the older boys and they told me too. But look at ye, how could I 'urt such a sweet face like yers." 

"Because I wasn't pretty then." I whispered, turning away from him, tears coated my eyes. "I was a freak. And I've always been a freak. And John, you said it yerself. I should 'ave nothing to do with you. I'm not yer kind. I am now, I guess, but I'm not up to their standards." 

"Everyone's a freak. I'm a freak. But isn't it a good thing?" John whispered in my ear. 

"No John, it's not a good thing to be like me. At all. Lemme ask you, when did you 'ave yer first kiss? And when did you go on yer first date? And tell me John, when did you lose it? Was it to some blonde bimbo from the Cavern?" I said, spitting the words at him. 

"I 'ad me first kiss when I was twelve... Went on me first date when I was thirteen. And... And Katherin that's not important. Why? What was it for you huh?" 

"I 'aven't had any of those things!" I shouted at him. "And do you want to know why? Because I only trusted Stu, after you did that. I thought you were my friend John! I've never 'ad anyone before. An-And you ruined it." I said standing up, trying to leave before John could get to me. But he was already up in a matter of seconds, crushing me inbetween his frame and the tree. 

"Don't cry," John coaxed, wiping a tear off my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that." He said his fingers tucking lose strands of my hair behind my ear. 

"Nobody does." I said meeting his soft brown eyes. I felt as if I couldn't breath as his hands gripped my hips. 

"I know, I'm so sorry." He whispered, making me shudder, his mouth was so close to my ear, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "I can't fix it, but I can make it up. May I?" 

"Y-ye-" I began to say, nervously, but was cut off as John's thin lips pressed softly against mine, I pulled my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, I felt weak in the knees as John bit lightly on my bottom lip, pulling away as he kissed a trail of kisses to my cheek and down my neck. "No," I whispered softly as tears formed in my eyes. 

"You don't know how beautiful you are," He mumbled, kissing my neck. 

"Stop," I said, pushing him off of me. John's cloudy eyes brightened up as he looked at me. 

"Wh-what? Did I-I?" John began but I pushed past him, running with my heels on all the way to my house. I climbed from my backporch, onto the roof and pushed open my window, falling into bed. And not moving till the next morning. 

((A/N: Sorry that I write hell of a lot. I got inspired by my friend Kyla to write this. I hope you guys enjoy! I always except feedback as you know. Thanks again, love you guys. (: )))