I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Nine

I feel terrible. I'll probably just end up uploading the next three chapters, because it takes me forever to get on here. 

I originally had this story on a website called Quotev, and the sequel is already out there. 

  "Your house is... Nice..." Rebecca looks distastefully at the drum set in the living room.  

"Would you like to know where you'll be staying?" Amber asks.  

"Yeah. Of course." Rebecca nods, picking up her bags.  

"I'll lead you to the guest room and help you unpack." Kimberly takes one of her bags and begins carrying it up the stairs to the guest room.  

"So, Will... How you been?" Amber asks him, attempting to be polite.  

"Pretty good. What about you?"   

"Oh, you know... Just my weird self." She laughs.  

"You're not weird... You're actually quite pretty." He takes a step towards her.   

"Um, thanks, I guess."   

"Will! You should come unpack your things, as well!" Rebecca shouts from atop the stairs.  

"Coming, my love." He calls back, and goes up the stairs.  

Amber feels odd, all alone, until Kimberly comes back. "Give the love birds something to do?" Amber asks her.  

Kim clears her throat. "No, but they gave themselves something to do." She raises her eyebrows. "If you know what I mean."  

Amber gasps and starts for the stairs. "Not in my house, they don't!" She runs up to the room and pounds in the door.  

"Busy!" Rebecca calls.  

"No you're not!" Amber takes out her key that opens every door in the house, and unlocks the door. She covers her eyes. "Just a warning, this is my house, and none of that goes on here."  

Rebecca giggles. "Not for you, it doesn't."   

Amber's face turns red. She takes her hands off her eyes, to see them both smiling, all wrapped around each other.   

"Now listen here, Becca. And you too, Willy." Amber seethes. "If you're to stay here, you have to be nice. And no 'couple time' until you're gone, okay? This is my house."  

Rebecca rolls her eyes and slides away from Will. "Fine. Whatever."  

Amber smiles. A bit of an evil smile. "Good." She then marches back down the stairs to Kimberly, who hits her on the back. "Hear any of that?" Amber blushes.  

"All of it." Kim smiles.  

"Hope they know now." Amber sighs and sits down at the piano chair. Kimberly sits next to her.   "Would you mind calling the guys, see if they'd like to come of tomorrow? I want them to hear the rest of that song." Amber picks up her guitar.  

"You finished it?" Kimberly smiles, walking to the phone.  

"No. But I will." She scratches her head. "And maybe another..."  

"Alright, go do what you need to do. I'll start cooking something for lunch in a little while."  

Amber walks up into her room and strums her guitar a bit.

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Kimberly smiles when she hears Amber's ragged voice singing something. Her voice is the kind that can go from high and pretty to low and rumbly in a matter of seconds.