Title: Lonely People
By: Amanda
Feedback: greenfreakgirl@tomgreen.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything Beatle related.
Summary: Just a short lil’fic. I hate summaries.
Date Finished: September 3, 2002


The sound of laughter carried through the churchyard as the group cut through. It was the fastest way across town and was a favourite spot for the group’s makeshift leader.
“You’re all daft,” he chuckled, pulling his guitar over his other shoulder. Out of everyone there it was his best companion.
“Oh give it up Johnny!” his friend laughed back, giving his hair a tousle.
He saluted him with two fingers, which they all laughed off. “Really, you lot are all bleedin’ daft!” he stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

She was sitting on the ground in front of a tombstone he knew well. His favourite spot to sit in the whole yard, right in front of Eleanor Rigby. And there someone was, sitting in his spot. Funny how he thought of it as HIS spot. But by the look of her, he’d be more then willing to forgive.
“Bugger off” he dismissed the entourage, hopefully quick enough for them not to have noticed her.
They shrugged being used to his mood swings, and started to obey. That’s when the one spotted her, laughing, “’ave fun John.” He winked like mad.

“Bloody fool,” he muttered as he approached her, cursing under his breath.
She looked up, from her schoolbook, at his presence over her.
He started to speak but the sight if her blue eyes and that blonde hair made him stutter. Jesus Lennon! He mentally rolled his eyes at himself.
“You a friend of Eleanor’s too?” he played it cool, leaning his guitar against another stone.
She gave a questioning look, then smiled and giggled noticing the name on the stone she was sitting at, “Not exactly. She just seems sorta lonely and since I was too I figured why not be lonely together?” her tone was playful and she gave a shrug.
He nodded, lighting a cigarette, “Mind if I join ya, or do you and ‘er wanna be alone?”
She bit her lip as if giving serious consideration to his request. Inside her heart fluttered.
“Just that I ‘ear the livin’ are better company is all,” he now shrugged.
She laughed, “Do you now? Really?”
He flicked away the butt, nodding. He was really taken by that smile even if he worked to hide it.
“Well, ‘ow could I say no to that?” she smiled, closing her book and setting it down beside her.
He worked to surpress his smile as he plopped down beside her, not so casually putting his arm around her.
She giggled again, trying to hide just how nervous, in a good way, she was. “So, just who joined us lonely people?”
“John Lennon,” he smiled holding his hand out to her.
“Amie Jones,” she took his hand, feeling the serge of energy, and shook it lightly.



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That was my first Beatle Fic, and I’ll admit it was kind of *cough* REALLY *cough* weak. But I think there might be a series in this. Just maybe. Let me know R&R!



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