I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Five

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Dedicated to Mascara, because her stories are AH-MAY-ZING.

"You would just go like this." Paul says, demonstrating some kind of strumming technique to Mari.

"Just like that?" She copies.

"Exactly."

"You girls are actually really good." John says, tuning Kimberly's guitar a little. She still looks a little star-struck.

"Who plays your drums?" Ringo asks.

Amber raises her hand. "Me. But I'm not very good."

"We don't have an official drummer." Kimberly frowns.

Paul suddenly stands, as if getting an idea. "Why don't you play something for us?"

Kimberly looks at Amber. Amber looks at Marilyn. Mari shrugs and picks up her bass. "Sure. Why not?" Then she whispers something into Kim's ear. She smiles and nods.

"What?" Amber asks.

Kim walks over to where Amber is standing, and whispers the same thing in her ear. She thinks about it for a minute, then nods and picks up George's guitar, the one she had borrowed earlier.

Paul, John, George, and Ringo all sit on the floor in front of them, as if watching a concert.

Slowly, Kimberly starts strumming her guitar, and Marilyn with quiet bass notes. Amber begins singing.

"Close it shut, lock it tight. Even though my heart's screaming it's not right.

Throw away the key, you'll never see, what it's hiding inside." It picks up a little, and the electric guitar is added. And Marilyn and Kimberly join for backup on the singing.

"Cause if I told you, I know you, I know you'd never stay.

If I told you, I know you, I know you'd run away.

What Is love? I think I need a definition.

What is love? Will you ever understand?" Amber takes a deep breath.

"That if I'm hurt one more time I'll break."

They stop, and the guys clap.

"That's it so far." Kimberly blushes from all the whistling they're doing. "We have the rest of lyrics, but we're stilling working in the music part."

"Who wrote the lyrics?" John asks.

"Me." Amber smiles.

"They're absolutely brilliant." George says.

"Not really." Amber sighs.

Marilyn snorts. "Really? It's way better than anything I can write."

"It's a really great song." Paul says.

"Now tell me, how did you write it?" John asks.

"Johnny, I don't think she really wants to answer that." Ringo says.

"No, no it's fine." Amber gives a small smile. "I just kind of write what I feel."

John nods. "Fair enough. That's where the brilliance comes from, our feelings.

"Amber, would you mind if I talk to you, alone?" Paul asks.

"Um... Not at all."

They begin walking up the stairs, and George gives Paul a little glare.

"When you said you write what you feel... And that song... What is love? What do you mean?" He looks concerned.

Amber sighs. "I mean, I don't really get love. My parents split when I was really young, so I never knew a perfect, happy family like all my friends. I don't want to love anyone, because it always has to end eventually."

He places a hand on her shoulder. "Not always, love."

"What did you bring me up here for?" She asks him.

"We'll, to ask you that, and... To remind you that George likes you." He smiles.

"He does not! And it would never work out, anyway." She says, a bit angrily.

"And why not?"

"Because it just wouldn't, okay? It never does. Not for me."

Paul raises his eyebrows. "It's not just your parents, is it? What else is there?"

"Nothing! No one!" She says at first, but then sees the looks on his face and knows she can't lie. "Okay, maybe there was this one boy, back when I was in middle school. We started dating, for about a year and half, and then he..." She trails off, chocking on the last few words.

Paul hugs her. "It's fine, I understand if you don't want to talk about it. But... If you ever do, I'm here. I'm your friend, and this is what friends are for."

She smiles a little. "Thanks."

"Now we better clean up these tears before George sees." Paul smiles back.

He leads her to the bathroom, and wipes away the tiny tears with a cloth.

"There. All better."

She nods. "It felt kind of good. To just tell someone."

"I know what you mean. It always seems to help a little bit." Paul says, and they begin going down the stairs again.

"Aye, Paul. What took ye so long?" John calls from where him and Kimberly are playing guitar.

"Oh, we just had to..." He looks at Amber.

"Talk." She finishes, not wanting to say so much to the others.

George looks at them with a skeptical, and sad, look in his eyes.

Paul turns to Amber and whispers in her ear. "Can I tell George later? So he might not be so worried about.... Er, us?"

Amber laughs. "Yeah, I guess so."

The rest of the time is spent playing music, and talking, and laughing. Lots and lots of laughing.

Kimberly looks at the clock. "Hey! I think we better leave." She say, sounding surprised.

Marilyn looks at the clock, too. "Woah. 10:00 already?"

Amber stands. Time had passed so quickly!

"Yeah, we really should be going."

"I'll call for a ride." Ringo says.

"No, we could walk." Marilyn assures him.

"NO!" Everyone else says at the same time. Marilyn is the only one who wasn't there when they were assaulted before the concert.

Ringo calls, and soon a car is waiting for them outside.

"I really don't want you to leave." George says to Amber. They were the last ones to walk up the steps, because they had volunteered to clean up a little.

"I don't want to leave either, but-" she yawns, "I'm really tired."

George laughs. "We hope to see you back soon, then. Maybe your house next time, I would really like to see it."

They're at the door now, and they others are all saying goodbye. George hugs her, Ringo shakes her hand, John ruffles her hair a little. When she gets to Paul, he pulls her in for a big hug.

"Remember what I told you." He whispers. "About love, and George."

"I'll try, though I'm not sure I believe you." She says.

They ride home, barely saying anything to each other. It was a full day, and everyone is tired. The car stops at Amber's place last.

"Thank you!" She waves to the driver, and he tilts his hat to her. She walks up her front porch steps and into her house, up to her room.

Immediately, she's asleep.