Erm... is that the Beatles?

Chapter 3 - Talking in our beds for a week

Amphelis' POV

That night, at around 11:30, I lay in bed. I got Paul's room, Cindy got Ringo, and Theo with George.

Thank God he has king sized bed, cause I didn't want to be anywhere near the boy!

I wore one of his shirts, and a pair of pyjama pants. They'd get us clothes tomorrow.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Paul whined as he pulled his pyjama shirt on.

"Because you kidnapped me and my friends, you idiot!" I snapped, flipping over so my back was to him.

He sighed, switching off the light. The room went dark, silvery moonlight streaming through the window.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep.

I felt the mattress move as he flopped onto the far side of the bed. After a moment or two, I opened one eye and looked behind me. Paul had the covers pulled over his nose, staring at me intently. I held back a giggle; he looked kinda kiddish.

"Your very pretty, you know," he commented, his voice muffled.

"Words turned bitter coming from a captor," I hissed, coming off less menacing than hoped. Inside, however, my heart melted. No boy had complimented me like that before.

"Ah, a poet are we?" he asked, pulling down the blankets to reveal a grin.

"You spotted snakes with double tongue

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;

Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong

Come not near our fairy queen," I recited, pulling an old poem from my memory.

"That's Shakespeare, right?" he asked. I nodded.

"Where are you from anyway? You don't sound Britsh, but I can't place your accent," he asked.

"I'm German/Irish. My mum came to Ireland when she was a teen and met my dad. Somehow I picked up a little of each accent," I explained, turning onto my back.

"Hm."

I closed my eyes again, willing sleep to come.

The bed sheets rustled, causing me to open eyes. Paul was right beside me, looking at me innocently.

"What you doing?" I asked in a sassy tone.

"Um..."

"That's what I thought. Back on your side," I said, pointing to the other end of the bed.

"Why?" he whined, scooting closer.

Thud!

"Why'd you hit me with the pillow?!" he yelped.

"You deserved it."

Thud!

"Eh!" I laughed.

This resulted in an all out pillow fight. Feathers flew everywhere, and we ended up running out of pillows.

"Dammit. We killed our pillows," Paul huffed, looking at the empty cloth bags.

"Forget the pillows! Look what we did to the room!" I exclaimed, gesturing around us. It looked as though a snowstorm had blown through the bedroom; everything blanketed in a layer of downy white.

"Oops."

We turned to each other and burst out laughing. We laughed until our sides hurt and we couldn't breath.

"Why is this so funny?" Paul chuckled, gasping for air.

"I have no idea," I smiled.

Someone banged on the door.

"Would you two shut up in there!" John yelled.

"Sorry, John. We were having a pillow fight," Paul said, grinning a little.

"Oh course you were," he said sarcastically.

"What did you think we were doing?" I asked.

"Well..."

"Do not respond to that, John! Go back to bed," Paul barked.

"Fine. Goodnight," he huffed. We heard a door click shut and knew he had gone back to his room.

"What he think we were up to?" I asked, crawling back in bed.

Paul gave me the "do I really need to answer that?" look.

"Oh."

"Yeah. That's John for ya," he chuckled.

"Well. Goodnight, Paul."

"Goodnight Amy."

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The next morning when I woke up, it took me a minute to remember where I was. I panicked a little And seeing a guy next to me didn't help.

Then it came back to me; the earthquake, the kidnapping, everything.

I had thought it was just a dream.

I silently slipped out of bed, tiptoeing over to where my clothes were folded in a neat pile. I pulled my iPhone out of the pocket of my jeans.

Turning it on, I realised it showed the date to be June 20th, 2013. Interesting.

I heard a groan behind me as Paul started to wake up. I slipped the phone back into the pocket, not wishing to explain what it was just yet.

"Morning, Amy," he yawned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He took one look at me and chuckled, shaking his head.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"I didn't realise how big my clothes were on you," he laughed.

I looked down at myself. His pants were way too big, even being held up by a belt, and the shirt looked more like a dress.

I laughed sarcastically at him.

"Go buy me clothes then," I stated.

"You have to come with me. I don't know your size."

"I am not going looking like this!" I exclaimed.

"Just wear what you did yesterday," he shrugged.

"Ew," I said, wrinkling my nose.

"What are we going to do then?" he sighed.

After a bit of bickering (and some tickle torture) he convinced me to wear my clothes from yesterday until we could find some clean ones. I kicked him out so I could change.

"I'm going to check on Ava. Hopefully John didn't try anything, erm, 'funny'" I said as I opened the door.

"Knowing him, he probably did," Paul sighed.

We tiptoed over, silently pushing open their door. Sure enough, we found Ava fast asleep, with John sleeping on the floor.

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Ermagherd my brain has imploded.

My parents got me a JOHN LENNON AUTOGRAPHED EPIPHONE ELECTRIC AUSTIC GUITAR. Its the same model, colour, size, etc. as the one John used! Not to mention George used the same model for most of HELP!

DJHRXJOKXEAYTRFBUDXJN!

Ok, gloating over :}

Also, if you ever get the chance to, listen to The Decca Records. It's a collection of the Beatles' first ever singles, with Pete Best on drums. Probable the cutest and funniest thing I've ever heard.

Anywho.

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Invent time travel (PLEASE)

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