Addie's AN: Well hey there everyone! So me and Catie decided to write our own little collaboration. And if I do say so myself, it is pretty damn good. Well, what I mean is that I'm very excited to be writing this and that I think you guys will like it! Well, I hope! Anyway, why don't you just go ahead and read this first chapter and tell us what you think. Okay? Okay great.

Catie's AN: Um, what the hell Addie? You were totally gonna start the story without me saying something, weren't you? WEREN'T YOU? Is it because I talk a lot? Because if it IS, then sor-ry, but I never asked you to talk to me!

Addie's AN: Oh chill, will ya? This ain't just your story you know! I can introduce it if I want! Plus the readers care more about the story than the AN's! Ten bucks says no one even reads these!

Catie's AN: Well, they read MINE because they love me…right? RIGHT? Oh whatever. ANYWAYS! Because Addie never explained this in her apparently awesome AN the first time, we decided do to a little…colab. What about, you may ask. Wellll…it's a love story (duh) but not just any love story. A REAL love story. With heartbreak and tragedy and (gasp!) sex and lies and kissing and passion and stealing stuff (…only John does that, don't worry) and just…the who shebang. Haha…shebang. Sooo…as you may or may not know, I have this thing about John Lennon. This this where…I hate him. He really gets on my nerves. But because Addie is obsessed with him, it's necessary that we have to include him. Sighhhh…I know. Life sucks. But anyways, before you get bored and decide to leave, here is chapter one! Well…more like the prologue…but yeah!

When the ladies first walked in, there was a sudden hush and halt in the work. They had an air of…history. Elegance. Undeniable beauty, even in their old age. There was a taller one, with a full head of nearly gray hair. She surveyed the room with narrowed eyes, her arm hooked firmly to her friend's, who stood a good few inches shorter than her.

The shorter one wore a wary expression on her face as she followed her friend's gaze around the room. She had never learned to trust easily in her life, and even though she knew full well why she was here, she kept her well-made guard up. She felt the stares before she returned them…but return them she did. Her once long brown hair had turned a dull gray, but her green eyes still shown with the same mysteriousness they had all her life.

The taller woman marched forward, her friend in tow, and people parted as they went. It was as though the fucking Beatles themselves were there.

The two women, now having gathered many wide-eyed and respectful stares, were asked to sit in the carefully placed Victorian armchairs. The young man sitting across from them was fidgeting nervously in his own seat, beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. It was almost as if he couldn't believe he was sitting across from these two women who were nothing close to famous. But they DID have a certain…something about them. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, however.

The old friends shared a glance as the young man stuttered his first request. "St-state your f-f-full n-names, pl-please."

The shorter one with the haunting eyes fixed the man with her gaze and said in her soft but strong voice, "Alexandra Louisa Chambers." She looked to her friend, waiting for her to speak.

The taller woman glared at the interview through dark blue eyes, bordered by thick framed glasses. "Cassidy Elizabeth Riddle." She looked him up and down, then shot her friend a bemused look. "Your turn," she sneered, placing her gaze carefully back on the young man.

The man, whose man happened to be Richard Kingsley, looked rather taken aback, his face turning a pallid white. For a few minutes he sputtered incoherently while Cassidy looked on, a smirk resting on her lips. "R-Richard," he finally choked out after a while. She was an old lady, for God's sake, why was he so…so…intimidated?

Alexandra cleared her throat, shot her friend a withering stare, and rested her hand gently over Richard's. "It's alright," she said softly. "We're all nervous here."

Cassidy gave her a withering look right back. "Alley, who said I'M nervous?" She crossed her arm over her chest, leaning back in her chair. In truth, she was still slightly bitter about this whole ordeal. She was only here because her best friend thought it might be good for them.

Good for them her ass.

Alexandra rolled her eyes and stared directly at her friend, her electric green eyes boring into Cassidy's denim blue ones. She knew how her friend felt and was fully aware that this whole mess was her idea. But Alexandra knew her friend inside and out-sometimes even better than she knew herself. However, fighting over it NOW was certainly not going to help the situation. With a deep breath, she turned back to the young man and smiled. "What do you want to know?"

Cassidy occupied herself by glancing around the room, taking it all in. So they were here, huh? Both of them? Well, that was pretty wild. Still, she couldn't understand why the directors wanted washed up old girlfriends, instead of people with REAL stories…like Petey. She had always thought it funny that no one really liked Pete, as she simply adored him.

She glanced back at the young man once more, deciding she could find it in her heart to give him a chance. After all, he would probably just ask her the basics, nothing too serious. She looked over at Alley, wondering why she was so open to all of this. Probably still hung up on the dead guy, she thought viciously. Stupid bitch. Then she reminded herself to be nice, as she WAS her best friend, and she DID love her dearly.

Alley was HER stupid bitch.

The young man cleared his throat, feeling slightly more confident now that the shorter lady had reassured him. He took a few breaths of his own and with a withering smile, he began. "What was your relationship with John Lennon?"

Alexandra was sitting with her back to the chair, her head leaning against her hand; elbow on the chair arm. She half-smiled at her best friend. She knew what Cassidy thought, even after all these years. But Alexandra when what she felt in her heart and it still could not be denied.

"My relationship with John Lennon?" Alley asked, a smile starting to creep onto her face. "It was complicated. I'm not even sure it could be called a relationship. I mean, we had something, I can't say that we didn't." She paused for a moment, as if living in a distant memory. There was an almost undetectable flash of sadness in her eyes. "I'm just not sure what it was…"

"I know what it was," Cassidy spoke up, leaning towards Richard. "It was a load of shit." She looked over at her friend and shrugged, not wanting to hurt her feelings but also not wanting to take that back.

Alexandra kept her face straight, but looking into her eyes, you could see the anger flashing there. She didn't look at Cassidy, but she was PRETTY sure she knew what she was feeling. Always, she had a problem with…John. Cass never, not even once, had a nice thing to say about him. Still looking ahead, Alexandra replied, "How would you know? You were so head over heels for Paul McCartney that you noticed nothing around you!"

That wiped the smirk right off of Cassidy's wrinkled face. A million nasty comments filled her head. So many that they dizzied her. But she shot them all down, instead looking at the interviewer boy (who looked scared as hell) and fake-smiled. "They were both such charmers, if you couldn't tell." She nudged Alley, a little smirk slipping onto her lips. "But they had nothing on little Georgie Harrison."

Alexandra-always and still known as Alley-couldn't help but smile in spite of herself. Her head swimming with memories of her past, rushing at her with the speed of light; one after another. George Harrison, much like Paul McCartney…and John Lennon. She couldn't help but feel a stab of pain in her heart every time she thought of him or heard his name. He had died so young and so tragically…it hurt too much to think of him sometimes.

But it was her idea to go through this in the first place, so she had to be strong. She smiled once more at the man that was starting to look like he wanted to be somewhere else and said, "George Harrison…Cassidy's right, for once." She smirked at her best friend. "Little Georgie was something else."

Cassidy got a dreamlike look in her eyes, remembering all the times she spent with those crazy boys. "Ahhh, George. Great guy." She looked down, as suddenly a lump rose in her throat and she swallowed it down. Hadn't she shed enough tears for him? She replaced it with something else, if only to hide if for a few moments. "But you don't want to hear about him," she shot at the reviewer. "All you want to hear about is the fucked up relationship between my friend and John Lennon." She spat his name, as though it wasn't worth to be on her lips.

Alley whipped her head around to stare at Cassidy. So she didn't want to be here, that was fine. But that was no reason for her to act like a bitch towards the man she once loved. And possibly still did love, deep in her heart. It was a low blow and Cassidy knew it. Alley stared at her for a few more moments before finally turning back to the interviewer.

"I'm sorry, my friend always likes to put people down when she wants to hide her own true feelings." Alley gave a split-second death glance towards Cassidy before looking back at the young man. "You may want to hear about my relationship with John, but I assure you, there is MUCH more to learn about." For a second, she paused, wondering if she should continue. The next remark would hurt Cassidy-she knew that much and she didn't want to do it. But Cass had practically spat on a dead man's grave. She deserved a little pain in return. And besides, the story should be out. Once and for all.

Alley sucked in a breath and focused on the interviewer. Her face was a stony mask as she said, "For example, Cassidy could tell you about how she got pregnant and led Paul on to believe that the child was his. When REALLY, it belonged to some bastard from a drunken, one night stand."

Ouch. Cassidy, for one, had never told a single soul Alley and mother that it wasn't really Paul that had knocked her up. She sat, stone cold and motionless, her heart barely beating. She didn't want to believe that her fucking BEST FRIEND had just betrayed her like that, but she was left with no choice. She turned to look at her coldly, her body buzzing with numbness.

"You wanna talk diry, cheap bastard? Then maybe we should talk about Royce," she hissed, her eyes narrowed to slits. She turned to look at the interviewer. "I guess it's true that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Or I, I should say, WHO doesn't kill us. Isn't that right, Alley?"

Alley sucked in a breath and for a few minutes, all she could do was sit there in a completely shocked silence. There were only a few people who really knew the truth about that night. Thinking back to it was like opening a vile can of worms-something she would rather not do.

Royce was her step-father. He was a well-known drunk and abuser. One night, she couldn't take it anymore and in a moment of anger she stabbed him with a kitchen knife. But she wasn't that strong and didn't get the knife in all the way. Royce was even more aggravated and moved to hurt her-maybe even kill her-when a shot rang out and Royce fell over…dead. Her step-brother Garrett had killed him. Afterward, he told her and John to run. It was something that she would have rather kept buried, but Cassidy brought it up; to hurt her, nonetheless. But Alley was the one who agreed to this whole thing, and she had to be able to take what she was giving. She only hoped that she would last to the end.

Cassidy closed her eyes, reading the look on Alley's features perfectly. She really was a bitch sometimes, but Alley had TOTALLY started it. Her gaze softened as she turned to her friend, wrapping a crinkled arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry," she practically whispered. What was the matter with her? She wasn't supposed to be hurting Alley! She looked back at the young man, her eyes once again icy.

"This," she told him, "is what happens when us old girls start to think about the past. The nastiest stuff comes first."

The young interviewer was once again taken aback. Alley ignored him for a moment, instead turning to Cassidy with tears in her eyes that remained unshed. She knew too well what happened when they started talking about the past. Lord knows they fought about it enough when they were going through it.

"I'm sorry, too," she whispered. There was a few more seconds of silence when suddenly the weak voice of Richard broke through.

"M-maybe we should start with something a little bit…easier?"

Alley sat back, sighing deeply. "I don't think there was anything easy in our story."

The interviewer nodded and said, "Why don't you just start from the beginning?"

Alley turned to look at Cassidy, both sharing a similar expression. She sat forward, motioning for the interviewer to come forward as well. After a moment and another sigh, she said, "I remember the day I met John Lennon…"

Addie AN: So...there you have it, our story! What did you think? I wrote more of it, you know.

Catie AN: Aw HELLLLLLLS NAW!

Addie AN: Ahh... yeah. I can prove it. Just read it, up there ^! So if you like it, it's cause of me.

Catie AN: No, if you LIKE it, it's probably because of MY parts. AKA the GOOD parts. Addie, you know what I think?

Addie AN: I don't know if I care. What I know is that you are delusional. I mean, how else can you explain you thinking this story is good because of you and that John is ugly? You are messed, dude.

Catie AN: Well, I bet you do care. I am NOT delusional! I refuse to let you call me that. Because YOU are the delusional one! Oh, and btw, John is a fugly dick. If I ever bought a pet pig, I would name it John Lennon.

Addie AN: I don't cause you suck! I'm not delusional. John is a sexy dick. That's a great name cause pet pigs are cute.

Catie AN: I happen to have SEEN John's dick, and I can guarantee you, it was not sexy. It was average and floppy and probably not as big as...say...GEORGE'S was. And Addie, you completely missed the metaphor.

Addie AN: Whatever he is still sexy. Always will be. I didn't miss the metaphor, Catie, I ignored it. There is a difference.

Catie AN: Hey guess what? YOU'RE A BITCH!

...just kidding

Addie AN: I could have told you that...

Catie AN: Well I figured it out for myself, thank you very much.

Addie AN: Well gee that must have been rather hard.

Catie AN: What are you implying?

Addie AN: You asking kinda sums it up.

Catie AN: Like I said...bitch. Anyways, I think this has gone on long enough. Soooo...review, guys, tell us what you think!

Addie AN: Whore. I mean... REVIEW PLEASE!

Catie AN: OH NO YOU DIDN'T! Girl, we gonna talk about this later. Review, or I'll...I'll...I'll...you wanna take this one?

Addie AN: Yeah yeah yeah... Sure. Review or we will throw you down a well and then off a cliff.

Catie AN: YESSSS! Okay, bye.

Addie AN: Horsedick out... ahh shit wrong place. Whatever, see ya!