Go away, George

Chapter 3

I blinked rapidly as a bright light was forced into my eye. 

"Ow watch it!" I growled, fidgeting. I was sitting in a hospital chair as a doctor in a grubby white coat checked my eyes to see if there was any damage. 

"Sorry honey but I have to check if any debris has ended up in your retina." He replied casually, tilting the light and peering desperately at my eye sockets. I always liked guys who look into your eyes but I have to say this was a little OTT.

"Well? Is there anything?" I asked harshly. I didn't mean to be impatient but I had been here for hours and hours while every part of me was examined.  

"Not that I can see, no..."  

"Yes!" I yelled jumping up. "I'm free to go!" 

I grabbed my coca cola bottle and sipped it. Even though there were other people around I did a little dance, swivelling my body around stupidly. 

"Nice dancing." I heard a male voice say from behind me. I spun around and came face to face with the love of my life. Oh, and his three band mates. 

My eyes danced over Paul Mccartney's face, his soft brown eyes reminding me of dreamy chocolate. A cute smile played on his lips at the same time as my own mouth broke out in a smile. And then there was Ringo. He seemed slightly uninterested and played with the buckle on his coat, his beautiful large eyes in deep focus. He looked terribly adorable. My eyes wandered over to John, his eyes locking with mine as he ran a big hand through his silky hair. His smile seemed a little mischievous and he looked away after a few seconds to look at the other objects around the room. 

Lastly my eyes landed on George. I never really thought about George much, he was just the quiet one. But he was just as handsome as the others. What was unsettling, though, was the fact he was gorming at me. His thick eyebrows intensified his dark expression, his deep gaze sinking into my face. He looked me up and down and then smiled eagerly. 

Talk about perverted! 

"Hi love, we came to apologise for causing your accident." John spoke, stepping forwards a little. 

"Oh my gosh... you're The Beatles..." I squeaked. It had only just sunk in and that was all I managed to choke out before the bottle of coke splashed all over me and I collapsed on the floor.

*****

I awoke, my body freezing cold and my neck aching awfully. When I peered around I realised why. I was lying on a laminate floor, wearing only a pair of baggy denim shorts and an over sized shirt that said 'peace and love' on it in bold letters. My head was bent awkwardly against a cream wall. 

Slowly rising to my feet I searched around with my eyes. A brown leather sofa, an oak coffee table and a telly stood in the silent room, all of which I had never seen before. A mug of stone cold tea sat on the table and a few dirty shirts were scattered on the wooden floor.

"Oh 'ello sleeping beauty!" Somebody chimed. I turned, it was Ringo, with a broad smile on his face. 

"Where am I?" I demanded as three other sleepy looking Beatles arrived. I wasn't at all scared as they were here but I was still nervous to be in an unknown house. 

"Chillaxxxx you're in our apartment." John whined and plopped down on the sofa. All of the boys were now looking at the cup of cold tea, apart from George who was content on staring at... me. 

"You passed out when you saw us. It was pretty funny." Ringo laughed and grabbed the cup. "And now you're at our house!" 

He said the last bit as if it was some party. It wasn't. I was tired and cold and my neck hurt; but I was with The Beatles so I didn't overly mind. 

"Wait, why am I in these clothes?" I questioned, tugging at the over sized shirt. 

"You spilled coke all over yourself." Paul stated. 

"Well I didn't change my clothes so who did?" 

I was answered by George smirking. Oh my gosh, he hadn't had he?

"Hello... Sweetheart? You there?" 

I snapped out of my little daydream and nodded. "Sorry what?" 

"I said take no notice of George. He's a weirdo..." John muttered and grinned. 

"No I am not!" George whined, shoving John in the side. 

"Uh yeah you are, Georgie boy." He whined back, pinching George's cheek. 

"Get off me!" George hissed and rammed into him again.

This was going to be a long day.