I Should've Known Better: Chapter Two Chapter Two

As I storm down the stairs, all thoughts of who this was left my mind.

"Excuse me Mother, you, I would like to have a word with you outside!" I said while pointing my finger at him.

"Um, sure...." He tried to say, cut off by me jerking him on the porch and closing the door.

"What hell did you think gave you the right to take me and my car wherever you please?!" I shouted in his face.

"Well, excuse me I was only trying to help you little miss drink alot!" He countered.

"You know what, I could file charges against you for this!" I yelled.

"I was only doing you a favor, your lucky you didn't get taken by some lunetic!" he roared.

"Just like I said last night, I don't need your help or anyone else's!" I screamed so close to his face that he could probably smell the leftover liquor on my breath.

"Listen young lady, do you even know who I am?" He asked in an incredilous tone.

"Should I know who you are?" I asked just as snooty.

"Why, where have you been, in a bomb shelter?" He asked, looking down his nose at me.

"Ok, well, why don't you refresh me, you do look quite familiar majesty."

"John Lennon." he said knowingly.

"Um, oh yes, I've heard of you." I said trying to get to him.

It worked.

"You know what, I don't even need to be here talking to you, if you can't even appreciate when someone does something nice for you, then you have a lot of learning to do!" he growled.

"Then why are you here Johnny boy?" I said taking on a smart-ass tone.

"You know what, it was nice meeting you, Harmony, but I have other things to do, I'll be on my way." he said while turning to leave.

"Good riddance." I snapped As I watch him walk away into the snow covered morning, he got halfway down the street and I realized, he didn't have a car.

"Hey wait!" I called after him.

"WHAT?!" he yelled spinning aroung quickly.

"Well, uh, are you going to walk all the way to uh.... where are you going?" I asked.

"To me hotel, and, yes I will be walking." he answered.

"Well, won't you be trampled by all those hormonally disfunctional teenage girls?" I asked, wanting to laugh at the situation.

"I don't care anymore, it happens anyway." He said seriously.

"Well, why don't you come in and have some coffee, then I'll get dressed and give you a ride." I suggested feeling guilty about him walking in the cold.

He stood for a minute as if contemplating the invitation, shivering from the biting cold.

"Well, I don't have all day." I reminded.

"Fine, one cup of coffee, then you'll take me to me hotel?" he asked.

"Yes, fine." I concluded.

As we turn to walk in the house, I started wondering what the hell was wrong with my brain. Inviting a stranger into my house. John Lennon or not, he was still a stranger to me, and besides that, I can't believe I went soft on this jerk.

We made our way up the front steps, and into the warm cozy house.

"OK, you can wait here while I make some coffee." I said while directing him to the living room.

"Do you want cream or anything?" I asked.

"No, just two lumps of sugar please." He amswered surprisingly polite.

"Ok, I'll be right out with it." I concluded.

Upon walking into the kitchen, I noticed my Mom mixing some cookie dough staring out the window.

"Mom, we have company, so make sure Danielle doesn't bother him, she'll probably pass out if she see's him." I told her.

"Yes I know dear, he is a very polite young man isn't he." she said smiling.

"Um, no, what are you talking about, he's a jerk!" I countered.

"If you say so honey." she said knowingly.

"Mom, would you stop being wierd?!" I said while turning on the silver pot.

Turning to walk back into the living room, I was confronted by my seven-year-old sister, very disoriented.

"Sissy, is that who I think it is?!" she asked breathing starting to shallow.

"Yes, and if you can behave like a human, I might introduce you." I said stiffly.

"OK, I promise, I will be soo good, I really will." she almost begged with her eyes.

"Fine, come on." I said while pulling her.

As we walk back into the living room, John was standing and staring at a picture on the wall of me.

"Hey, I have someone who wants to meet you." I said obviously interrupting his thoughts.

"Yeah, who would that be?" he asked, curiously turning to see.

"This is my little sister, Danielle. Danielle's a fan of your band."

"Ah, well, that's nice luv." John replied.

"Can I have your autograph?" Danielle asked, almost scared. "Sure luv, come here." he replied.

Smiling and signing the paper she had handed him, he bent over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which made her turn lobster red.

"Thank you soo much, and can you tell Ringo I said hi?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah, no problem. Listen, I'll get your address from your sister, and I'll have him send you an autograph, OK?" he said smiling.

"Oh, could you, thank you soo much, you are soo nice!" she said bouncing out of the room.

I just felt sick at what was going on, why did she have to be so misguided. Don't get me wrong, I had heard some of their songs, and sure, I liked them, but to get that worked up over one person. I don't think so.

"Who's this in the picture?" he asked pionting to the picture of me when I was seven posing in front of the flamingos at the zoo.

"It's me." I answered.

"Wow, you were cute. What happened?" he asked.

"Very funny you swi......"
Cut off just in time by my Mom bringing us the coffee.

"Coffee's ready you two, I just thought I'd bring it out." she said while setting it on the table and disappearing quickly.

"Thanks," John and I said in unison.

"So, what brings you to our small town?" I asked.

"Well, if you must know, vacation, I needed a getaway. This place seemed perfect." he answered.

"Oh, and how long will you be staying?"

"2 months, and Paul will be joining me in about a week."

"Well, I guess the community should feel blessed that you chose us, right?" I said rudely.

"You know what, I have an idea, why don't we just not speak for the rest of the time were together, just go our own ways and have done with it." he said, trying to sound calm.

"Fine, I'll go change, and then I'll take you where you need to go." I said getting up to go to my room.

I quickly changed into some jeans and a sweater, and was back downstairs. Grabbing my cigarettes off the table, and putting on my coat we were soon out the door.

"Where are you staying?" I asked, wishing I didn't have to talk.

"Chesnutt Inn."

The whole car ride was silent except for the barely audible radio.

Pulling in front of his hotel, I felt very awkward, I had no idea what to say.

"Thank you for the ride. Have a nice life." he said while getting out of the car.

"No problem, and John."


"Thanks for last night." I said, giving in.

This got a small smile from him just before he walked away, and out of my life.

Something was very odd to me about this whole thing. The days that followed were normal, but I still couldn't help but think of him sometimes. I tried not too, don't think anything wierd, I still thought he was a jerk.

Days went by, things stayed the same, except my sister couldn't stop talking about him. Maybe that's what makes me think of him, yeah, that has to be it.

Going about my daily chores one day, the phone rang.

Who would call in midday? I thought.

"Harmony, it's for you!" my mom shouted.

"Who is it?" I called back.

"Some guy named Paul, I think." she replied.

Chapter Three

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