Carry On (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:
Well I was right. The lads except good old Ringo woke up the next morning terribly hung over. I tried to bite back the 'I told you so' remarks but I'm pretty sure they got the message. I'd been up pretty early, still sort of working through everything. What I made sure left my mind during the day played on my mind at night. Where was I to mother and dad? Had they called the police to look for me yet, thinking I'd run off? What division did you contact when your daughter travelled back in time? Did they know that's where I'd gone? All these unanswered questions swirled through my tired head before I heard someone stumble to the bathroom. Prying myself away from the window where I was thinking, I decided to go and make some breakfast up for the hungover boys. It would keep me busy at least. As I left my room my eyes found a tired and sour looking John coming out of his room. I bit back an angry retort at him, still unimpressed with his behaviour and our row the night before. He didn't speak to me, just blew past.
"Well alright then." I thought, straightening my skirt before marching into the kitchen. Ringo was already in there to my surprise, just sipping on coffee and reading the same newspaper I had been perusing the night before.
"Ashley. Good morning." He smiled at me once he saw I'd come into the room.
"Good morning, Ringo." I said nicely back to him.
"Would you like some coffee? I could..." He started to get up.
"No no I can take care of myself. Thank you though. I came to fix something for our drunken fellows." I said, nodding my head out toward the bedrooms. Ringo smiled.
"You've got a good heart, Miss Bunting. Especially after John's behaviour last night." He said in an admiring tone. I smiled and gave a little half shrug, leaving something I planned on doing to Mr. Attitude a little bit later, unsaid.
"Well it's mainly for Paul. He's been so nice to me since I got here." I said innocently as I got down three mugs from the cupboard I found pretty easily and filling them with the strong black liquid. I left George's and Paul's black, to help with their probably pounding heads but with the last one, John's, I made it like I was going to put extra care into it. Ringo wasn't really looking so I swiftly went for the salt shaker at the back of the counter, unscrewed the cap and dumped a generous amount of the stuff into his coffee. Ringo rattled the paper and I stopped quickly but he hadn't looked up. Smiling evilly to myself, I thought that John would finally see that I was one girl he couldn't mess with. I stirred the salt in to mix it evenly before leaving the cups on the counter, John's marked by the spoon in it while I whipped up some bacon and eggs. I was itching to get my revenge on him as I dished out the food for everyone just as the three others came into the kitchen half alive.
"Ashley, is that you making that wonderful smell?" Paul asked. I could tell in his voice he hurt.
"Yes it's me. Now sit down, all of you." I instructed mainly to poor Paul as I helped him to the table. George seemed pretty good on his own and John probably would kill me if I touched him. Which was fine by me, gave me time to execute my prank. I swivelled around to grab the plates of food, even for Ringo and I. They mumbled something of a thank you I suppose before I went back for the coffee. Paul, George...and I took the spoon out before giving John his. And then all I had to do was wait. Leaning back against the counter with my food, I waited until he took his first sip which happened to be massive. His reaction was golden! His face contorted into this weird expression before the liquid went spewing out all over the table. I tried so bloody hard to hide my laughter but I absolutely could not.
"Alright who the hell did that?!" He roared. The other boys looked almost afraid to laugh, though a grin was threatening on Paul's lips. I on the other hand was cackling so hard I could barely breathe. And suddenly he was towering over me.
"What makes you think that was funny, girl?" He growled at me.
"Oh get over yourself. You totally had it coming." I said boldly, standing up to my full height. He was still considerably taller than me but I was not backing down.
"I did, did I? Lemme ask you a question, how the hell old are you?!" He thundered. I snorted.
"Seventeen, yourself?" I said with sarcasm dripping from each letter.
"You better stop while you can, John. She's got you beat." Paul said, laughter in his voice.
"She has not got me beat! This was a childish and mean spirited prank." He growled at his band mate.
"Oh yes and your reaction now is completely mature." I said, widening my blue eyes to look so innocent. This was perfection for me to watch. That only angered him more.
"You've got attitude, girl. You're lucky you're Paul's guest or I would ..." He leaned in and growled in my ear.
"Or you'll what?" I challenged, squaring my shoulders. He could tell I wasn't going to wilt under his power. I was just as stubborn as he. If not more. He scrambled for an answer and I took it as my out. I turned my palms upward and walked to the centre of the kitchen.
"Face it Lennon. Ashley one, John zero." I said before blowing a sarcastic  kiss and leaving the room. I walked briskly to my room and shut and locked the door before a grin crept onto my fave. My heart was pounding out of my chest!
"But you did it. You showed him you're not afraid of him and you won't tolerate him being a jackass." I thought, rather proud of myself. I tidied my living space a little while I just waited to see what the agenda was today. That and I knew if I came within I five feet radius of John all hell would break loose. And I needed some time to come up with more stubborn remarks. I didn't like fighting with him, I was his granddaughter for God's sake! But he was making things impossible. About fifteen minutes after my epic win, there was a brisk knock at my door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's Paul." Was the answer. So I smiled and opened the door.
"Has the colour returned to his face yet?" I joked, inviting him in. Paul chuckled and shook his head.
"You really gave it to him, Ashley. Wish I had the guts to do what you did." He said. I suppose it was a compliment.
"Is he positively steaming?" I asked.
"Oh I imagine so. He stormed out of here not long after." He said.
"Oh...well I didn't want that to happen I just wanted to teach him a lesson." I said, suddenly feeling a little bit bad.
"Don't worry about him. He'll be back singing like he hasn't a care in the world soon enough." He assured me.
"Oh. Well alright. How are you feeling?" I said, flipping the subject.
"Better. I think I could use some fresh air. We aren't needed in the studio today. Perhaps you'd like to join me?" He said in his usual gentleman like tone. I smiled.
"Sure that sounds like a nice idea." I agreed. So I primped myself a little before grabbing a jacket that Ringo had generously donated to me once he realized I hadn't a coat against the brisk weather. It was grey and simple but it did the job. I was a little excited I guess, because how often did a girl get to walk around town with Paul McCartney on her arm?
"Ready, love?" Paul asked as he waited for me near the door. George and Ringo were elsewhere in the flat so I didn't get a chance to say bye to them. I always felt a little red in the face when Paul called me love. I mean I'm sure he did that with every female but to me it sounded special.
"Yeah I'm ready." I smiled at him and so we left the flat side by side.