late 70s (you’re in the place of may pang)

you and john were the it couple of the 70s. you two partied all the time and hung around with all the famous rockstars, but you also helped him get back on track in life. you reconnected him with his first son, julian, got him back into the studio with paul.. you were really good for him. even if you were only 22, and originally his assistant. and, basically a temporary girlfriend, arranged by yoko…

yet john was difficult. he was known for being difficult. and tonight was one of those nights.

you two had come back from going out with some musicians. you both had a little to drink and were ready to go back to bed, when a call came in. john went over to answer it, while you got ready for bed. but it lasted longer than you thought it would, and after about thirty minutes, john finally came back.

“who was that?” you asked, crawling into bed.

“no one you need to know.” he murmured, taking off his jeans and getting in bed, taking a cigarette from the bedside table.

“john-“

“it was yoko! christ.” john suddenly snapped, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. his eyebrows were furrowed and he wouldn’t look at you. “i’m going back to new york tommorow. i’ll be there for a few days.” he stated, exhaling smoke from his lips and taking off his shirt.