Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 21

She hadn't expected to be sleeping in a heap on the ground with the band. It was a way of coping. A way for the others to say their goodbye...by being close. She hoped to see them again...maybe there was a chance they would all live. Then she could see them all one more time. George's leg twitched like a cat's as he hit Ringo in the arm, making him groan. John's arm was slumped over his guitar and the other over Paul's chest. Pal held John's arm like a stuffed animal. Y/N awoke earlier than the others and she decided to lay on the floor for a moment and stare at the ceiling. She remembered all the time they had spent together. From dancing in restaurants to dinner at John's aunt's house it really was an adventure. She had aged a year in it all. It taught her a lot about trust and friendship and she couldn't help but feel bliss at the thought of experiencing something no one else could. No one else would learn these things through the way she did but either way it brought a smile to her face.

"Y/N?" John whispered, searching for her in the mix of people. "Are you awake?" She shifted to try and find him.

"Yeah." Y/N responds, finally spotting John.

"Oh...you should rest before you go home." He replied. A small chuckle leaves her throat.

"Sleep is for the weak." She joked. John smiled in response. They laid there for a few seconds, trying to think of what to say. "John?"

"Yeah?" He looks at her.

"Do you think we'll see each other again?" She fiddles her thumbs, feeling a wave of sadness flow over herself.

"Is that even a question? Of course we will!" He replied with glee. This awoke Paul who seemed grumpy.

"John..." He hissed, "What time is it?" His eyes fluttered open and looked around for a clock. John checked his watch.

"4:23." He read. Paul groaned.

"Really? You've got to be kidding." Paul let go of John's arm.

"Good morning to you too." She laughed. Paul hadn't realized Y/N was awake too.

"Oh, uh good morning, Y/N. I guess it's an early start today?" Paul asked, nervously.

"As early as it can be." John replied, shifting to a more comfortable position. This of course, woke George up which in turn made him stop hitting Ringo which woke him up too. At this point everyone stopped caring about being quiet. You got up to make breakfast but John and George stopped you.

"No, no, no." George pushed you away from the kitchen. "You don't lift a finger during your last day with us. "

"This would be the last time I get to cook in my kitchen." She frowned.

"There's always lunch." He replied, shooing her away. Rolling her eyes, she sat on the couch next to Ringo.

"I had a dream about a walrus and an octopus." He said, looking confused as ever.

"Were you high?" She asked, plainly. Ringo thought for a moment.

"Perhaps." He replied, dozing off again. Paul laughed.

"What's a walrus and an octopus have to do with anything?" He asked, leaning over the back of the couch. Y/N wore a look that made him instantly realize that it meant something. "If we write a song about a walrus an an octopus I swear Ringo..." Paul bapped Ringo on the head. He woke up, looking around frantically.