Run For Your Life {Beatles Fanfic}

Eight - Missing

blue is a color

i am a person

now

will i dissapear?

eternal life is a bliss

jk

lol

:D

~~~~~~~That was all from my friend Fredy xD

A couple days have passed since my first, erm, 'encounter', with Paul. No, we weren't in a relationship. I didn't want to be in a relationship. I didn't want any connection with him at all.

And I didn't know why.

Maybe it was the fact he was a Beatle, and the emotions I felt with that title clouded up what Paul really was like.

But, my god, he's still terribly attractive. I wish I had someone to confide in but I couldn't. Alex and all my other friends were too far away, too out of reach. How were they to react when their friend is living with the Beatles, the band she hates?

I shook my head, erasing my meandering thoughts. It was morning, around eight. I sensed no one awake yet.

I prepared myself for the day, splashing cold water on my face, watching my green eyes come to life again.

Does Paul like my eyes? A part of me wondered.

I shoved the thought to the corner of my mind. Don't think of such things.

I wasn't up for making breakfast just yet so I headed out back to the patio, where sure enough Ringo was. He was seated on a lounge chair, smoking.

I would've walked right back inside at the sight of smoke but took the nearest chair next to him.

"Good morning Ringo." I smiled.

"Morning, Alice." He said before taking another puff from his cigar. I turned away and deeply inhaled the fresh air before the smoke polluted it, then I held my breath.

We sat there quietly to the November chills. The end of November was near, and December was coming. December meant parties.

"So which one of us do you like?" Ringo pipes up, interrupting my speculation.

"What kind of question is that?" I snapped.

"Every girl who stays with us sleeps with someone." My ears rang.

Wherever the Beatles went, they'd find girls, and a lucky percentage got to have a stand with them. It was so disturbing, and the idea that I was just another girl like that entrapped me.

"How many girls have stayed with you all?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. It never faltered in public. Never. I always managed to stay confident, even if I wasn't on the inside.

"Why, Alice, do you think we keep count?"

Oh god.

"What about you?" I needed some number, some approximation. Two girls a week? More?

"Well, I've got Mo. I'm positive I'm the most loyal." Ringo flashed me a proud smile, and I forced myself to give one back.

"Loyal?" I asked.

"Yeh, John's married-"

"JOHN'S MARRIED?" I shouted, and if there were any birds on the trees at this time they would've flown away. What? How? A Beatle, married?

"You didn't know that?" Ringo raised an eyebrow, amused. I shook my head.

"Well it's not like you listen to us on the radio or anything," Ringo chuckled.