Another Day

Chapter 6

In the morning I woke up with a raging headache. Rolling over I stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling, and looked down to see myself wearing an unfamiliar shirt. A clock on the bedside table told me it was half past nine. The sheets on the other side of the bed were crumbled like someone else had slept with me but I didn't remember anyone being there.

Getting up, I ran my fingers though my medium length dirty blonde hair and checked myself in the mirror. My face was blotchy and smudged with makeup, but it was definitely me.

Danny's coming home today.

The though jumped unceremoniously into my mind and I cringed, pushing it away.

Cautiously I wandered out of the bedroom, tugging at the bottom of the shirt I was wearing.

Paul was still asleep. He was dangling half off the couch with his mouth hanging open, snoring softly. Where was Linda?

Popping into the kitchen I found George leaning against the counter with yet another cup of tea. I blushed when I saw he wasn't wearing any pants, although he didn't seem to notice.

"You look like a cat caught in the canary cage." He said smiling. I laughed nervously. "Yeah, err, well I kind of feel like it."

"Waiting for your boyfriend right?"

"How do you know about Danny?" I frowned. Amidst all the crying last night I must have mentioned him.

"You told me about him last night."

I hesitated, not really sure where to go from here. "Where are my clothes?" I asked, changing the subject abruptly. He pointed with the cup in his hand. "I put them back in my room." I scurried out of the kitchen and changed quickly back into my dress.

I was starting to get anxious.

Back in the living room George was trying to wake up Paul, but Paul wasn't cooperating.

"Get up you lazy arse!" He growled.

Paul only slept on.

"Fine" George said, and shoved him off the couch. Paul hit the floor and snapped awake with a grunt. He rubbed the back of his neck and glared at George.

"What'd you do that for?!"

"You wouldn't wake up."

"I was tired!"

Just then Linda crawled out from Paul's bedroom and into the living room looking like she had been dragged though the pits of hell. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, looking at me without noticing the two men in the room. "Oh God Donna I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

In the doorway she stopped and stared at the two men in the room, one on the floor and the other standing in front of him.

"Umm, hello." She said.

Paul smiled and got to his feet. "Morning love." She stared at him and her jaw fell to the floor. All three of us laughed at the mixture of emotions on her face.

"Oh this is so embarrassing." She whined, hiding her face in her hands.

Paul just smiled more, "I'll get you a cup of tea."

As he left the room Linda put down her hands and turned to me. "How much did I drink last night?"

"Enough to pass out."

"Oh"

George laughed and sat on the couch. "Well, both of you are welcome to stay as long as you like." His face fell a little as I shook my head. "I want to be home when Danny comes." I said.

Paul reappeared with a steaming mug of tea and handed it to Linda.

"I suppose Ringo and John found a couple birds last night, neither of them are here." He said, taking a seat in a chair across from George.

George didn't seem like he was listening. He looked at me. "At least let me take you home." I smiled half-heartedly.

"Please." He continued

I sighed and nodded a little. "Ok"

The car ride was quiet. Much to my dismay, Linda had elected to stay behind and spend the day with Paul rather than rescue me from being alone with George.

Something in me was disappointed at the thought of going back to my regular-old-boring-life. The excitement of spending an evening with a Beatle was not something I was willing to just let go and forget about. I wanted to stay with George. I liked him. He seemed kind, and that softness wasn't something I was used to. George was intriguiginly aloof, not at all up front like Danny.

Danny.

I looked anywhere but at George as he drove. The ride was maybe fifteen minutes but it felt like hours.

As he pulled into the space in front of my flat I smiled at him and made to get out, but before I could he leaned over and grabbed the handle, shutting the door. I froze, a little intimidated.

I turned towards him. His face was very close. His hazel eyes bore into mine, and my heart started to pound. I couldn't keep my eyes from flickering down to his lips that were not as far as they should be.

At that moment I didn't know what I wanted more, to get the hell out of the car and run, or to stay and close the small distance between our mouths.

I didn't have time to make a choice. Without warning he crashed his lips to mine and I gasped in surprise. I didn't respond, but I did not push him away. I could feel him wanting a reaction from me, good or bad, but I couldn't move.

George wasn't gentle. As he kissed me it felt full of angst and frustration. It took my breath away and I couldn't think right. He softened, and it ended very, very sweet.

Not realizing I had closed my eyes, I opened them. He pulled back, looking very serious. For a moment I just sat there, staring at him as I tried to get my breath back. Neither of us so much as moved.

"Um, well, bye." I stammered. Fumbling with the handle I nearly fell out of the car. I didn't look back as I slammed the door and hurried to my flat.