The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Norwegian Wood (Chapter 36)

"Carol..."

I open my eyes softly and I turn over begrudgingly. Paul is beside me, holding onto me tightly. I must have fallen asleep last night without really remembering.

"Good morning." I smile and I rub my head. It aches a bit. Paul pulls me closer slightly and kisses my nose. "I hope I didn't scare you with what I talked about last night."

I look away from him for a moment, trying to recall the conversation.

"I'm just glad you can tell me something like that." I wince at the pain in my head.

Paul sits up and chuckles. "I'll go get you some water, love."

I sit up slowly as the pain subsides, turning to look at the bed beside me. George is stilling asleep, hugging his pillow and lightly snoring.

"Here. Nice and cold." Paul hands me a glass of water and I sip off the top. I have no idea why he filled it to the very top of the glass. Despite the struggle Paul seems to always put me through, it really does the trick and I stretch my arms out.

"Its Christmas today, isn't it?" I whisper not to wake George. "I have been waiting to give you this for a while now. Hold on."

I jump off the bed, careful not to wake George as I open one of the drawers to reveal my present.

"Have a guess what it is, Paul." I say, hiding it behind my back. I should trick him like he did to me yesterday, but I decide against it. I'm not cruel.

"A new car!" He teases, standing in front of me. I've never really noticed how tall he is and blush slightly. I don't respond to his guess and hand him the camera instead.

He eyes it, looking it up and down and grins. "Fantastic! Now I can capture even more moments with you."

Paul takes the camera and snaps a photo of me. I try to cover myself since I just got out of bed.

"Paul!" I say, as I hear some rumbling coming from George's bed. I must have woken him up and I fix my hair bashfully.

"'Morning." He says, rubbing his head and yawning. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, George." I say, looking to him as he smiles lightly at me. He must have pain in his head too. He heads into the bathroom, closing the door and letting the water run.

"What's my gift?" I ask, impatient for his reply.

Paul smirks and shakes his head.

"You'll have to see later on. It's too early."

I pout as Paul kisses me softly. I hold his face steady and stick out my tongue. 

"Whatever." I say, walking away from him and attempting to tease him. Maybe I'm not as great at this as I think.

"Come on now, get ready and pack your stuff. We're leaving this afternoon to Boston."

I widen my eyes, quickly heading into the bathroom and closing the door to take a shower. I start stripping naked and I feel a hand on my bare shoulder.

"It's occupied, love."

I look up to see a naked George Harrison right on front of me.

"Oh my goodness!" I shield my eyes before I see anything good. "I am so sorry!"

George laughs and puts a towel on his waist. "We can always share one, you know."

Before I can respond, I hear Paul outside the door.

"I'm off to go get some breakfast." I hear the door open and close, and bring my attention back to George.

"I'm just going to go pack my bags." I say, avoiding eye contact with him. "Forget -"

"Just get out already, love. The longer you stay, the more I'll never want you to leave."

I quickly leave the bathroom after George speaks and begin to pack my bags. I just throw anything that belongs to me into a luggage. 

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"Right on time." Brian says, looking at Paul, George, and I holding our luggages. "Let's head out."

We start to pack our bags into multiple cabs and I slip inside the back of a limo. I think I'm starting to get used to this kind of lifestyle.

"Off to Boston." George says, sitting next to me and smiling.

"Off to Boston." I repeat, smiling and stretching out my legs.

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If any of you are reading this, you may be confused. I am in the middle of editing this story and am going to let you all know when it's finished. Consider this little thing a secret ;)