the year is 1968

john wasn’t the best father to julian, and it seemed as though julian loved you more than him. you spent more time with him, showed him more affection, things like that— so he called you his auntie. you didn’t act in the way to infuriate john in anyway; you just wanted to make sure julian, the poor five year old, wasn’t sad.

but john took it the wrong way, and finally he had a chance to ‘confront’ you. everyone else had left the recording studio, and you and john were the only ones left. you usually came to the rehearsals/recording sessions as a friend of george’s, but you stayed behind this time because john had asked.

“it’s annoying me, you know.” john muttered, putting his guitar away as you stood there. he felt embarrassed, almost— his own son loved someone else more than him. he wanted to prove he was a good dad. so he blamed it on you.