The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

This Boy (Chapter 33)

After a while of walking outside in the snow, George and I decide to relax for a bit before the party. We enter our room, and I slip my shoes off. Before I can hang my coat, I can hear a familiar voice call my name.

"Carol!" Paul says, surprising me as I close the door. I didn't know he was in the room. Now I feel even worse for leaving alone while I was with George.

"Paul!" I smile, turning to face him. He grins and gets up off the bed. George looks at the two of us and chuckles, grabbing a book and laying on his bed.

"I was waiting for you." Paul says, walking up to me slowly. I scan his body quickly and blush. He's wearing a red shirt and black pants for, I'm assuming, tonight.

"You were? I'm sorry I took so long today." I say, eyeing George slightly. He's too engrossed in his book to listen to our conversation.

"I wanted to give you your Christmas gift before we head out. I hope you don't mind if we -"

"Go to John's party?" I chuckle, causing Paul to relax slightly. "I had a feeling that's where we were headed tonight."

"I'm sorry, Carol." Paul says, kissing my cheek softly before moving slightly away from me. I wonder what he has gotten me for Christmas. He reaches in a bag for something and puts it behind his back. I can't help getting a little excited and smile brightly.

"Alright, close your eyes my love." Paul says, and I feel my heart melt slightly at 'my love'.

I close my eyes and put my hands out. I feel something light put into my hands and breathe slowly. "Open them."

I open my eyes and look at my hands. There's a piece of paper that just says 'Wait for Christmas, dummy!'

I see Paul burst into laughter at my reaction and George chuckles slightly. I scrunch up the paper and throw it into the garbage nearby.

"Paul, you're such a child." I laugh slightly, sitting down on our bed. Paul keeps laughing, walking towards me and putting both his arms beside me. I look up at him, as he bends down slightly and connects our lips. I smile into the kiss, letting my hands touch his face softly.

"You'll love it, so just be patient." Paul says, grabbing the television remote and putting it on. I don't know why he likes teasing me so much - I suppose it would be amusing. He lays down on the bed and I join him. Some documentary about birds is on and I turn my attention to it. I can tell George is too since his body positioned to the television now.

"I've always found birds interesting." George says, his rough voice barely audible. "They're always free and singing."

I look at him slightly and watch him stare at the screen.

"Maybe I should write a song about them." Paul says, looking at George. "Blackbirds are my favourite."

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After a few hours of channel surfing, someone knocks on our door. Paul stands up slowly and answers it, revealing a slightly upset Ringo. He smiles at all of us despite this, as George and I slowly get up ourselves. I fix my hair and dress, looking into the mirror to make sure I look presentable.

"John said to come over and to not mind the people."

"People?" Paul asks. "How many are there?"

"You know John how is, Paul." Ringo says this and walks inside, closing the door behind him.

"I thought this was just going to be a small gathering - you know, like a family?" George says this rather annoyed. I would be too if I was under that assumption.

"I'm sure John didn't go too crazy." Paul says this to defend his best friend, but I'm sure he knows there will be more people than everyone originally thought.

"We should go now - apparently some reporters also got in." Ringo says, eyeing all of us. "Brian wants us to act our best."

George groans and Paul looks at me slightly. 

"I can't believe this. A holiday becoming another interview session." George says this before heading out the door. I wince slightly, aware that George is very upset and decide look to Paul for reassurance.

"Don't worry about him, love. We all feel this way too." Paul nods to me and Ringo smiles.

"Yeah, don't worry Carol. With all of us there, it won't feel so daunting." Ringo smiles at me and walks outside. I look at him a bit, afraid that I might say something wrong to the press.

Paul brings his face close to my neck and whispers into my ear. "You're with me, my love. I will do all the talking for you." He kisses behind my ear softly before heading outside the room with me.

I know he does this to reassure me, but it doesn't calm my nerves really. If I can't talk to the press casually, how will I ever be able to?

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Ringo knocks on the door softly and it opens almost immediately. I smile a little, not to appear angry or unapproachable.

"It's Ringo, Janet!" One of the girls screams and I cover my ears. I feel Paul flinch beside me and slip one of my hands into his. His thumb rubs my hand before he looks over at me.

"Hello." Ringo says, laughing slightly as he slips behind the girls. Paul and I follow him. The room is loud and rowdy, with people drinking and food all over the floor. I scan the room and notice John drinking with some men. I wonder where Cynthia and Julian are.

"I'm going to go see where Cynthia is." Paul says this, kissing my cheek quickly. "George looks a little lonely over there."

I look to see George in a corner, a beer in his hand as he stares at the two of us. I feel my stomach turn slightly.

"You're sure? I thought you didn't want -"

Paul shakes his head and smiles. "I'm sorry about that, Carol. I need to trust you."

I look up at him and smile, kissing him softly before parting and walking towards George.

"I told you lots of people was a bad idea." George says, looking at me with stern eyes. I fix my dress quickly and smile.

"I thought there were going to be more reporters but it just seems like a bunch of drunk people."

George looks at the ceiling and chuckles. "John just says that so Brian would get off his case. He never comes to any of these things anyways."

I nod and lean on the wall beside George. I feel our arms touch and I move away slightly, leading George to hold my hand quickly. I look up at George and let my hand rest under his.

"Don't move, love. I'll be worried if you do." George looks at me, his mouth smelling slightly of alcohol.

"I wasn't going anywhere, George." I say, removing my hand softly and looking around the party. I wouldn't want to anyways - who knows what might happen here. 

After a while of just staring at people in silence, George breaks it suddenly.

"That bird looks a lot like Lucille." George says, his gaze moving from me to a girl nearing John and Paul. I raise an eyebrow and scowl.

"Of course it would be." 

George chuckles slightly as he hands me a glass of champagne. "Drink some of this. You'll thank me later."

I eye the glass and take a few sips, letting my mind wander slightly.

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I'm so sorry about the late update aha! thanks so much for the support!