The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Everybodys Trying To Be My Baby (Chapter 40)

"We should be arriving in a bit." Paul says, looking at the both of us and smiling. I wonder what's on his mind and decide to think against it. "Stay put until we stop, alright?" Paul kisses my cheek quickly before sitting down beside John. He puts his hands on his lap and stares straight ahead. Something is bothering him and I'm not really sure what.

"Sorry about what I said earlier." George whispers, causing me to look back at him. "Sometimes my mouth moves without my mind's consent."

I smile a bit and whisper back. "It's okay, George. I really like you too but I decided to stay with Paul. It's unfair to treat him like this and...if word ever got out about me and you I'd be in a lot of trouble with Brian."

George laughs a bit and I can see his fangs slightly. Although I don't want to upset him, it's the best option for us both to remain friends and to forget about anything that happened between us.

Suddenly, I feel the train slow down and I grab my legs quickly. I've always been scared of trains ever since I was a little girl. I see Paul look back at me quickly, chuckling. He must remember that about me too.

"Finally!" I hear John say, standing off the train and quickly grabbing any bags he can find, tossing them to the floor. I spot mine and grab it, handing Paul his and Cynthia hers. Everyone eventually gathers all their belongings and follows Brian's lead off of the train.

"Glad we're off?" Paul says, grabbing one of my bags with his full hands and walking beside me. I grab his bag and chuckle at our exchange.

"Yes!" I say, smiling as I stretch out my arms slightly. I didn't realize how cramped I was on the train until I smelt fresh air.

I notice George eye the two of us and I motion slightly for him to join us. I won't have any more tension between George and Paul because of me. Paul looks at George and smiles slightly.

"We're supposed to be meeting someone who will help us throughout the trip in Boston." Brian says, stopping and motioning for us to put our bags down for a minute. We all do as he suggests.

"Oh, a tour guide." I hear Ringo say as Maureen laughs. We all look to him and reposition ourselves. I hope she finds us soon - I'm exhausted.

I decide to look around at the empty train station and instead hear a slight murmur from the outside.

"Do you hear that?" I ask, and George nods. He looks around for any indicator for what it might be.

"It's the fans." John says, "they're always here."

Paul laughs and I look at my feet. I can't believe how many girls would die to be in my shoes - the thought makes me wary and I wish I could enjoy the wonderful adventure I've been put on a bit more.

"Sorry I'm late."

I look up to see a blonde woman in a red coat and grey skirt smile apologetically. She pats down her skirt and moves her hair behind her ear when she makes eye contact with Paul. Paul raises his eyebrows and smiles.

"No worries, love." He says, picking up our bags again and moving towards her. I eye the two of them together before backing away from Paul slightly. He's old enough to make his own decisions.

She smiles bashfully, quickly realizing that she is in front of all the rest of us.

"We better hurry and get you checked in." She says, leading the way for all of us as we follow her. Paul stays beside her, talking to her and charming her in the old McCartney way.