If You Want Me Too, I Will (Beatle Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I was reading to myself, because I enjoyed reading to myself, on a Sunday night. I wasn't really reading though, because my mind was lost somewhere else and wouldn't return home to read a book I actually enjoyed. My mind was lost in what tomorrow was going to be like, Monday being tomorrow. I was almost happy, almost, to see Richard tomorrow.

I don't know why I wanted to see him, it didn't make any sense to me. I hate everyone, most people anyhow, and if there is one thing I didn't want, it was to enjoy someone's company. I just wanted to talk to him I guess, my knight in shinning armor as it is.

Placing the book down, I rubbed my eyes. I knew I was going crazy, so I got up and sat on the bed, closing my eyes to breathe some. I wondered what he was thinking, but I suddenly knew he was thinking about me. Why did I think that? Well, because he was obviously somewhat obsessed with the girl with the brown eyes, me I guess.

I don't know if what he thought I was was the same as what I really am. I actually very much doubt it is the same thing. I bet he remembered some wonderful gal, right? I bet he was horribly disappointed to see me, the girl from his dreams I think. I never thought I could actually be in one's dreams.

I wondered what it was like to be in his dreams. I at first thought he was going to be like any boy, and be so horrible in the dreams, or at least a slight awkwardness. Yet now, I don't think he's got the mind set for that kind of dream. The likely thought is that the dream is just me in general, and nothing more than that. Maybe it's just the eyes the whole time, that would be quiet a dream.

"Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything" I sighed to myself, pushing those thoughts off in the end because I knew what it really was. I rubbed my eyes again, because I did that now, for no real reason it seemed, and a rock hit the window.

Not only was it surprising for me to have a rock him my window, but I didn't enjoy it at all. I was pretty mad to have my somewhat peace messed with by someone outside my window. I got up anyway, because another rock was thrown and this rock was obviously bigger than before and left more of a dent.

"What do you want?" I shoved open the window and yelled out at whoever was there, and the person that happened to be there was the last person on the planet. How the living hell did he know which room was mine? I guess the answer was obvious.

"Paul told me you lived here, just thought I should stop by," I rolled my eyes and leaned against the window frame.

"Oh that's great, now what do you want?" John stood, smirk drawn lightly on his face. The dimming sunlight shinned over the house and on parts of his face. I wished I could be talking to someone else, anyone else really, maybe a couple people in particular.

"Oh darling, I just want to talk to you, that's all," Sighing at that, I almost shut the window, "Before you shut that window oh lovely Dewey, I will be here tomorrow, and the next day and the next day. I hope to see you everyday!" I refused to believe him, in anyway. He wouldn't do that.

"I'm sure you would do that to annoy me to an edge. Yet I don't believe you, you crazy British..." I drifted off, feeling bad for thinking that being British made someone horrible because it doesn't. I shut the window, having his voice become muffled and much quieter than before.

"Danielle! Dinner!" My mother shouted up the stairs, and I slightly frowned. I shoved through my bedroom door and down the stairs quickly. My mother smiled elastically at the bottom of the stairs. I went blank faced again, to match her smile, and moved past her.

"I have to tutor Richard again tomorrow," I told her, seeing she may not think so. She nodded quickly, following me into the kitchen.

"Wonderful! He's a nice boy, yes?" Scratching my head, I looked back at her, at her eyes that once where like mine, but have dulled with long age and terrible luck. She hoped things that wouldn't happened, and ruined things that should have worked.