(Maggie's POV): I was terrible after that day at Julia's house.
My eyes were puffy, I was pale and my hair was a mess. And I was also feeling terrible, the thought of never being a mom always destroyed me.
And I was worried about John.
He yelled with his mother because of me. I knew I should be sorry about that but he proved he loved me and I couldn't stop smiling every time I thought about that.
I skipped two days of school because I was feeling really bad and I couldn't go anywhere that way.
But in the second day I couldn't resist any longer, I went to John's house.
I was wearing a short white dress and my curly black hair was falling over my shoulders. I wasn't wearing make up.
I knocked on the door and Mimi answered it. She smiled when she saw me.
John told her.
"He's outside, in the garden" she said, reading my mind.
"Thank you" I replied politely, smiling back and went to the back of the house.
I looked around but John was nowhere to be seen. He was up on a tree, glasses on, writing on a little notebook.
I smiled to myself and took a little rock and threw it at him.
"Hey! Buddy Holly!" I called.
He looked at me and smiled widely, looking relief.
"Maggie!" he said and almost fell from the tree.
I laughed. He seemed so surprised.
"I am coming" I said laughing and walked up to the tree.
There was a little poem, in a diamond shape, written on the wood.
Diamond cut Diamond, was the title.
Two cats
One up a tree
One under the tree
The cat up a tree is he
The cat under the tree is she
The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.
He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.
He stares at the wooly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.
There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company
But not Alfred de Musset, or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody
Wrote about one cat under and one cat up, a tree.
God knows why this should be left for me
Except I like cats as cats be
Especially on cat up
And one under
A witch elm
Tree
I laughed.
"What's this?" I asked.
"What? The poem? I wrote it there when I was eleven. It's by Ewart Milne. Now come up here, I want to show you something" he said.
I read the poem once more and dificultly climbed up the tree. I sat in a branch next to John. He looked at me like if I was the most precious thing he've ever seen. He seemed hypnotized. I giggled blushing and he smiled, stroking my cheek.
"I missed you so much" he whispered
"I missed you too" I replied.
I quickly took the little notebook from his hands. It was a poem notebook. I looked at it then at John.
Is he deep? I asked myself. I never knew this side of him. I like it.
I opened the book on a random page and read the poem out loud.
"I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an our or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tinny little tiny pig,
That sing with all it's might.
'I tought you were a lady'.
I giggle, - well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up - and flew away." I laughed as I read. John also laughed, watching me. "I didn't know you was this deep" I said teasingly.
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me" he replied with a wink.
I raised my eyebrow laughing and turned the page.
The next text was a prose.
It was Chrisbus time but Randolph was alone. Where were all his good pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harold? Where were they on this day? Randolf looged saggly at his only Chrispbut cart from his dad who did not live there.
'I can't understan this being so aloneley on the one day of the year when one would surely spect a pal or two?' thought Rangolf. Hanyway he carried on putting ub the desicrations and muzzle toe. All of a surgeon there was amerry timble on the door. Who but who could be a nocking on my door? He opened it and there standing there who? but only his pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harolb weren't they?
Come on in old pals buddys and mates. With a big griff on his face Randoff welcombed them. In they came jorking and labbing shoubing 'Haddy Grimmble, Randoob.' and other hearty, and then they all jumbed on him and did smite him with mighty blows about his head crying, 'We never liked you all the years we've known you. You were never really one of us you know, soft head.'
They killed him you know, at least he didn't die alone did he? Merry Chrustchove, Randolf old pal buddy
"Poor Randolph" I said laughing.
"He was never really one of us, you know?" John said smiling and pulled the notebook off my hand "Now this was not what I wanted to show you"
He picked his guitar that was carefully laying on another branch.
"It's not finished yet" he said before start playing.
"If you ever leave me,
I'll be sad and blue
Don't you ever leave me,
I'm so in love with you
And the birds in the sky
Would be sad and lonely,
If they knew that I lost my
One and only,
They'd be sad if you're bad to me
The leaves on the trees would be softly sighin
If they heard from the breeze
That you left me cryin,
They'd be sad, don't be bad to me
But I know you won't leave me
Cause you told me so,
And I've no intention
Of letting you go,
Just as long as you let me know,
You won't be bad to me" he sang, his voice perfectly tuneful.
"This was wonderful, John" I said finally.
"I'm glad you like it. I wrote it for you" he said shyly.
I didn't know what to say. No one's ever wrote a song for me.
"I love it" I whispered and leant to kiss him, missing his lips and almost falling from the branch.
John hold me laughing and pulled me up.
"Let's go down, this is dangerous" he said smiling.
{I told ya this chapter would be silly and boring
but I couldn't help
and also I wanted to put some lennons poems here
plus diamond cut diamond
and bad to me
next chapter will also be silly bc I want to k
anywhore
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