With The Beatles

Take 7

JUDE's P.O.V.

I slumped from my seat as I watched the four men eat from the dining table. Except Paul who brought his plate to the living room and watched TV.

"Paul," I tried to call but to no response. Due to the hunger I was feeling at the moment, I just ate along with the remaining Beatles. "So how was your day?"

No reply.

Trying to be specific, I said, "How did the song go, George?"

"Still none of your business." I managed to compose a poker face with his reply. He could've just replied in a kind way.

Then I turned to the guy at my left. "How about you John? Doing well with the errand boy duty?"

"I didn't hook up with her if that's what you're asking." John replies without looking up at me. Still trying to put on an extremely fine expression, I tried talking to Ringo... but he just ignored me.

I sighed and just let us eat in silence. The sound coming from the television was the only thing that is heard at the moment so it didn't really help ease up the mood.

It's kinda ironic to be stuck in such a quiet room with four of the greatest rock n'roll legends of all time. The silence is suffocating, man. Is it just me? Or there is really something wrong with the atmosphere surrounding us?

As soon as we were done, I fed Martha with cat food and a few leftovers then piled the dishes to the sink. My feet hurt from all the work done today and the mountain of dirty dishes wasn't a case I need at the moment. It seems like no one washed their dishes during lunch time... or even before I left!

Oh damn, I still have a lot of homework to do.

"H-Hey Ringo." I tried to call him, expecting that he'd help me with the dishes but just like back in the dining table, he just ignored me. John already went in my room while Paul still had his eyes glued on the TV.

"George, haven't I told you not to smoke inside? No wonder I saw cigarette stubs around the carpet." With arms crossed, I looked at George who was about to light his stick. Don't they run out of those stuff?

The arrogant guitarist rolled his eyes before stepping outside and slammed the door loudly. Little did he know that what he did didn't escape my eye.

After finishing the dishes, I didn't bother to change clothes and quickly grabbed my laptop and notes to revise. Exams are coming up and I haven't reviewed a single subject since James and I focused on our invention these days.

Not to mention, that freakin' Science fair is one week away!

"Paul, could you please turn the volume down. I can't focus with the noise." I took off my anti-radiation glasses as I spoke. Paul lets out laughter at the show he was watching.

I clicked my tongue, almost getting irritated. "Sir Paul McCartney."

"What? I'm sorry, did you say something, love?" Finally, I'm visible.

"I said if you could kindly turn the volume down. We have a test tomorrow, I needed to study." I even held my notes up to prove my point. "My apologies, Jude." I returned his smile as he minimizes the volume.

Not too long, I could hear the loud TV again. He might've increased the volume every now and then until it got louder.

"Paul, didn't I tell you—" I stopped midway throughout my sentence as I noticed his eyes were already shut. I can't help but smile as his perfect eyelashes are squeezed tight as he snores softly.