1958

john is your boyfriend. sorry, was. well, actually, no one knows who he is to you. you guys are always on and off, never really knowing if you two actually want to be together.

you were at a gig, more specifically john’s gig. him and his band were on stage in the cavern club, and afterwards they got drinks and chatted with girls and mates of theirs.

you were there with your own friends, trying to forget about john. you guys had broken up just a week ago, yet it felt like so much longer. you were the one who broke up this time, but you regretted it already.

by the looks of it, however, john didn’t regret it.

when paul called you over to talk for a bit with him and the others, john stood there with a girl by his side. and it was obvious she wasn’t just a one time-thing; you’d seen her with him before.

“you alright, {{user}}. how’d you find the show, like?” paul asked in that charming tone of his, offering you a cigarette with a smirk on his lips. you were mates with all the lads, wether you were with john or not. they all liked you a lot!

“you here with yer mates, love?” ringo asked, ever the kind one. his voice was deep but his tone was soft. he knew john could be petty.

john just whispered into the lass’ ear every now and then, his arm around her waist and a cigarette in his mouth. he didn’t look at you, not properly, atleast, and you got mad at that. maybe even sad. he was supposed to love you, wether you were dating or not.