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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1965

The sun seemed a lot brighter, even behind George and Alexandria's sunglasses. George kept a tight hold on Alexandria's waist because she seemed a bit clumsy on her feet this morning. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. She complained a bit of an aching in her limbs, but he figured it was from their endeavors the previous evening. Getting high was fun and all...but waking up the next morning was not. Whatever bliss you were feeling was completely gone and George always felt beyond depressed since the world was back to its usual, boring self.

There was a sharp pain in George, Alexandria, Paul, and John's heads, and the screams of the desperate fans just made it worse. Ringo was a bit sulky; he wasn't happy that he had missed out on all the fun last night. Apparently looming parenthood wasn't as fun as it seemed sometimes.

"Yer legs seem a bit messed up this mornin', Alex," John said as he plopped down in the seat across the aisle from her on the slick airplane flying them to the Bahamas. "Any particular reason for that?" John lowered his dark sunglasses and squinted in her direction.

"Why don't you wear bloody glasses?" Alexandria asked him, ignoring his question entirely. Changing the subject was probably the one thing that she did best.

"I do," John said, plucking his Buddy Holly style glasses out of his coat pocket and replacing his sunglasses with them. "Just not all the time. Don't want the fans to see me in 'em. They're hideous." John paused. "Almost like you, huh?"

Alexandria frowned. "Touché, John," she said.

"Also, if you're so concerned with me walkin' around blind," John said. "Why don't you wear your glasses, Alex?"

Alexandria responded by mirroring John's actions from before. She removed her sunglasses and fished her own glasses out to slip them onto her nose. "Can't wear 'em with sunglasses. I wear my glasses far more than you wear yours, John, so you can't even try to make that an argument." Alexandria crossed her arms.

"I look like shite in me glasses, Alex. You don't." John shrugged.

"Dunno, John, I think you look quite dishy in those glasses. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Buddy Holly was still alive after all, and even more exciting, he's sitting right among us!" Alexandria gestured to John.

"I think you look quite dishy in those specs too, John," Paul quipped as he pushed John over a seat and took the aisle seat next to him.

"I'll tell you, you couldn't do 'em any justice," John said to Paul with a smirk.

"Are you really married, John?" George asked. "Because you're actin' a bit like you've got the hots for bloody Paul right now. Is Cyn just a coverup or somethin'?"