One Sweet Dream
Chapter 1: Chance Meeting
I opened the Coke I had just bought from the vender machine and looked out the window. It was the Roosevelt Hotel and my younger sister, Catherine and I were staying there for the weekend. We were visting our unce whom had just moved to New York. We normally all lived in Chicago. I went to the balcony. It was such a nice day that I decided I would get Catherine to go swimming with me in the pool. I ran down the hallway.
"Cathie! Come on, let's go out and swim!! It'll be fun!"
I shouted through the hotel door.
The moody 12 year old swung open the door with a solemn look.
"No."
She said bluntly.
"Why not?"
"Maureen! I do not feel like it, alright?!"
And with that, she slammed the door in my face.
So, I guessed that I was going alone.
I got into my room and changed into my modest one piece, grabbed a towel and headed toward the elevator. I finally got there and took the lift down and instinctivly, I ran out and literally, I mean literally, ran into a man. As I got a closer look, I realized that he was an old man with a long, straggaly beard, sunglasses and a hat on.
"Sorry, miss."
The old man studdered in a very cheesy, American accent. He obviously wasn't a true American.
"No, I'm sorry! It was my fault."
I apologized. As I was starting to leave and head in the opposite direction, the old man slapped my bum! I swung around, feeling furious and violated.
"Excuse ME!"
I yelled loudly. He just laughed, took his sunglasses off and tugged at his obviously fake beard. Those brown, cresant eyes looked so familiar. I tried to rack my brain to see if I knew him from somewhere.
"Don't know who I am, do ya luv?"
He said in a very sloppy British accent that sounded so familiar.
"A cheeky old bastard!"
I replied sharply and sarcastically, turning away to leave.
He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
"I like you, a firecracker, you are. My kinda girl."
The Scouser flirted.
I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest.
"Gross! Sorry, I don't go for half-dead old men!"
I replied.
"Ever heard of the Beatles?"
The familiar man asked quizically.
"Of course. Who hasn't?"
"Are they your favorite?"
He asked.
"I don't know, I guess. Why?"
"Which Bea-tle is your favorite?"
He asked, staring me up and down.
"I have no idea. Leave me alone."
I said sharply. Then, right as I was turning to leave, the old man yanked off his beard and hat, revealing that he wasn't an old man at all, yet quite the opposite. His reddish, auburn hair fell into place as he smiled. I saw a chipped tooth and then it all came together and clicked. I gasped.
"You're- you're- John- John Lennon!"
I stuttered, not trusting my eyes.
He threw his head back as he laughed.
"Am I still a cheeky old bastard?!"
He asked, nudging my arm.
I couldn't speak. JOHN LENNON IN THE FLESH! IN FRONT OF ME! NOT IN A PICTURE OR ON TELEVISION, BUT TALKING TO ME, MAUREEN GRACE MAYOR!
"I- uh-uh..."
I couldn't say a word. My mouth froze.
"Didn't think so. I knew I was your favorite!"
John said smugly, smiling proudly.
All I could do was stare at him. He was so beautiful. His brown, cresant eyes looking into mine, his strong Roman nose steadily taking in breaths and his lovely mouth moving. It was all too much. My heart was in my stomach, my heart was pounding and I felt red all over. I thought I was dying.
"Uh yeah, actually, you are my favorite."
I finally managed to get out.
John smiled smugly again. Then, I noticed that he only had his black swim trunks on. Bare chest. Oh God. I loved how he had that pudgy tummy and built upper chest that always looked like he was purposly puffing it out.
"I'm goin' swimmin'! Ya wanna come join me?"
He asked flirtaciously, batting his eyelashes, joking around.
"Okay, sure!"
I replied happily as John took my hand in his and we walked together to the swimming pool.
CHAPTER 2 COMING ASAP!!!! LOOK FOR IT!!!
