I'm A Loser ~A John Lennon Love Story♥~

John's POV:

I almost fell off the steps. Luckily, Paul was there to catch me a bit. Emeralds. Yeah, that's what they were like. I couldn't see worth crap, but I could make out the color. To hell with my glasses, I wouldn't look like that in front of everyone, especially a bird like that.

We got through our set pretty quickly; there weren't many watchers. Oh well, that meant I could put my guitar down and run out there. I had to meet this girl. She was no Brigitte Bardot. No, not at all. This girl had something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

As the last song wrapped up, I walked across to the stairs, playing the last chord on my guitar. People clapped and hollered and I just waved them away. Who cares if it wasn't polite? I couldn't let this girl get away. Scanning the crowd with my eyes squinted, I tried to find her.

"John? Where ya goin'?" Paul yelled after me. I didn't bother to reply. There she was, standing at the corner of the park. She was wearing a short black skirt that stopped mid thigh. Her white top was just as tight, distracting me a bit as I got closer. She must have heard me coming; she turned around with a scared face.

"Um, hello!" I bent over, trying to catch my breath. Looking up, I noticed her face turned from scared to confused.

"Um, hi. Are you alright? Why were you running like that?" I was standing now. Emeralds couldn't describe how beautiful her eyes were. My Teddy Boy toughness was fading away and I was starting to feel weak in the knees. "Oh my gosh!" She put a hand on the small of my back, trying to support me. Not helping, sweetie.

"I, uh, I saw you from there," I explained, pointing to the stage.

"Oh, so that's your band?" He nodded. "Not bad, I guess. Sorry if that offends you, I was just pulled along by a friend. Not to mention given the most uncomfortable outfit for the park." I stared at her.

"I think you look fine." She blushed at my comment. "So, um, my name's John. John Lennon. May I know yours?" She opened her mouth. A girl walked behind her, making her jump forward as if she had been flicked or pinched.

"My name's Andrea..." Her eyes followed the girl that walked away. Andrea sighed and continued. "Andie. Nobody even calls me Andrea anymore. Just Andie."

Andie's POV:

Was this guy seriously into me? He had ran all the way over here, just to see me? Maybe this wasn't too bad, but he kept staring below my eyes. I was gonna kill Macy for this. She came over just so I'd act like a lady. She's the one that got me into this outfit. She's the one that made me come.

"Very nice. I like Andrea, but I've never met a girl named Andie." The corners of my mouth formed to a frown. Well, that was a little rude. "Not that I don't like it! I actually think it's nice, original in fact." I smiled a bit more and so did he. "So what do you say we get out of here?"

"Um, sure, but I don't know you very well..." He just shrugged and put an arm around me, the smell of his strong cologne and hair gel filling my nostrils. I snuggled into him a bit, feeling secure. I was usually always alone; my father was dead and my mother didn't bother talking to a trouble maker like me.

Yes, that's right. Well, I wouldn't completely call myself a trouble maker: I had control. I was very creative though. I didn't like to be shackled by rules. My mind went where it wanted, even if I did have a persuasive friend. I liked to stay alone in my own little world,but I secretly longed for interaction with someone who didn't want to control my every move.

John walked us down the street, just walking. I didn't know if I should have spoken or not. Part of me wanted to say anything, anything at all on my mind. Another part of me let me wait for him to speak. That's when my short-attention span kicked in.

"So, do you write you're own music and lyrics? I've tried, but that's not where my creativity lies. I just draw and paint. I can't write music to save my life." He looked down at me with raised eyebrows and a smile. Maybe I shouldn't have blurted that out, I probably sounded like an idiot.

"I write songs. I mean, me friend Paul helps, but I do a lot of it." He smirked, seeming proud of himself. I didn't care. I thought it was pretty cool. "So, you like to draw?"

"Um, yeah! I'm nothing good, I just doodle a bit."

"Well, could you show me a bit?"I almost denied until he actually brought a sketchbook and pen out of his pocked. So, he was an artist as well? We found a bench somewhere in the city and sat. I flipped through the pages, giggling at some of his doodles. He had a couple song ideas in it that touched my heart. This guy wasn't too bad.

"These are great, John."

"Nonsense, it's just a hobby. I want to see your drawings. Enough looking at my chicken scratch!" I laughed a bit, telling him they were great once more. I took the pen from him and started drawing. I was wanting to draw just a tree, something simple. Instead, my complex mind drew out the most detailed garden I had ever done. There were a variety of flowers and birds and things. I loved it. "Oh my gosh. You're fab! Here, keep it."

"No!" I stopped him from ripping it out and took the sketchbook back. As I wrote my signature and quite possible a number and address, I continued. "I want you to have it. I don't need anymore drawings in my drawers at home." I closed the book and placed it in his hand. He closed his fingers around my hand and I blushed.

Standing up, he continued to hold my hand, slipping the notebook out and sticking it back in his pocket. I smiled and walked with him. I stumbled a bit. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have followed Macy's advice on "being more approachable." I couldn't see a thing! Darn my shortsightedness.

We made it to my house. What a gentleman he was, dropping me off. I asked him if he knew how to get home. He told me he would figure it out. Hmm, sounds like something I would say! I giggled a bit and gave him a kiss on the cheek, standing on my tiptoes. A light from inside the house flicked on. Mum was home after all. As I turned to go inside me house, John gripped my wrist and pulled me back.

Without any warning at all, he pulled me into him and smashed his lips to mine. I had just met the guy not even an hour ago and I was already kissing him back. Jolts of electricity seemed to fire up and down my spine. I put a hand on the back of his head and he held on tighter. He experimented with a little tongue- something I didn't mind at all. He seemed to do things at the drop of a hat, and as I kissed him longer, I didn't mind at all. He pulled away after what seemed like eternity, resting his forehead on mine. I've just met him, but I didn't want to let him go.