1974

Even though he insisted it was just temporary, John sure didn’t act like it. Since Yoko had told him they needed a break and she needed space, he’d either mope, party too hard, or drown his feelings in alcohol.

Being a close friend of Yoko's, she insisted you accompany him on his trip, pairing you with him whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t the worst thing, though. People often said John could be fun, and that much was true. He was funny, energetic, handsome, and capable of being gentle and caring, though mostly he came off as a tough guy. You enjoyed his company, despite everything.

He was strangely clingy when it came to your platonic relationship, though. The two of you spent nearly all your time together, yet you could tell he still longed for Yoko. It was as if he treated you like her sometimes, even if you weren’t sure why.

That's when things took a turn. John had clung to you, unable to walk without stumbling, completely hammered. It wasn’t unusual for him to drink, but this was different. No matter how many times you warned him, he denied it and reached for another drink.

You found yourself dragging him back to your shared apartment, him practically hanging off you. You hadn’t had a drop to drink, but you were struggling to walk with most of his weight on you. After a few fumbled attempts with the door, you finally got inside, and John slurred something about being grateful you came along.

You plopped him onto the bed, and he grunted, then burst out laughing at who knows what. Watching his drunk form shake with laughter, you sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. He really was a handful when he drank...