The Kids Are Alright

Chapter three: Behind Blue Eyes

May 8th, 1969; Sylvia's POV Author: @jojolennon

I woke to the smell of bacon.

I walked into the kitchen to find John, making breakfast.

"Ah morning, luv." Said John.

"Good morning. When's breakfast?"

"Just a few. By the way, I invited Pete to dinner."

"Oh that's alright, I suppose. I hope he makes it before the storm. I hear it's supposed to be bad."

"Yeah me too. I told him he could just stay the night if he wanted, as well."

"That's probably good. He gonna stay in the guest bedroom?"

"Well obviously." John laughed. "You wouldn't want him sleeping with us, would you?"

I giggled. "I guess not."

John handed me my eggs and bacon.

"You need any salt?" John asked.

"Nah it's perfect thanks, darling."

After breakfast, we spent a whole 30 minutes trying to come up with what we were going to make Pete for dinner.

"No! That so lame! Pete will surely taste the laziness." I complained.

"Ugh then what else is there??"

"..... homemade lasagna?"

"Mmmm.... that's good. Pete'll like that."

I laughed. "I act as though Pete is some kind of sophisticated guy."

"Well he is a good friend, and we gotta show him our best."

"I know." I said.

I went to the store, to get the ingredients for dinner.

Then I got back home it was 5:30, and I suspected Pete should be here soon.

"John! What are you doing?"

He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "I was just tidying up the house, luv."

"Oh ok. Sorry to bother, darling."

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "You are never bothering me, Sylvia."

"Aw John you're so sweet."

He went back to cleaning and I went back to cooking dinner.

It was starting to look ominous outside and I hoped Pete would hurry and get here.

20 minutes later, a knock came at the door.

"Hey Pete, you made it just before the storm."

He sighed. "Almost didn't. It's raining really bad a few blocks away. So I brought my stuff to sleep here tonight."

"Lovely. You can go put it in your guest room."

While Pete was putting his stuff up, John and I set the table.

We all sat down to eat. "This lasagna is great, Sylvia." Pete said.

"Thanks Peter. I made it just for you."

Pete smiled. "How'd you ever get so lucky, John?"

"What do you mean? Lucky how?"