I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Ten

Amber awakes to the sound of whining. She groans and looks at the puppy. His tail is wagging, and there is a small wet spot by his foot.

"Puppy!" Amber quickly stands and gets a towel from the closet to clean it up off the floor. "Bad boy." She hesitates. "But you haven't learned that yet, have you? I'll forgive you this time."

Amber throws the towel into a laundry basket and picks up the phone. "Hey, Kimberly. Would you mind coming a little earlier than planned?"

Kim yawns. "Why? I need my Kimberly sleep, you know."

"I know, but I have a surprise for you! You like puppies, right?" 

"Puppies?" Amber hears a door slamming from Kim's side.

"Yeah. So when are you going to be here?" 

"Give me an hour, alright?" Kimberly says. Her voice is muffled, so she's probably getting dressed.

"Alright. We'll be here." Amber hangs up the phone and smiles.

The puppy whines, and paws at Amber's leg. "What? You already went potty, do you need food?" Amber looks into her fridge, trying to find something the puppy can eat. 

She picks up the phone and dials Kim again, asking her to pick up puppy and kitten food on the way there. "A kitten, too?" Kimberly says excitedly.

"Yeah. Now get going." Amber laughs.

"She'll be here soon." Amber scratches behind the puppy's ear. "And I promise, she's really nice." Amber gets and idea and picks up the phone again.

"Ello?" Mari answers.

"Mari! Would you mind coming over today? Kim's coming, and the Beatles are going to be here tonight." She puts an emphasis on Beatles.

"Fabulous. I'll be there soon. Should I bring my bass?" 

"Always." Amber grins.

"Alright, then. See you soon, love." 

Out of the three, Marilyn has the strongest accent. Amber is American, and Kimberly.... She just spends to much time with Amber.

Amber hangs up the phone, and walks into the kitchen. She takes a pickle out of the fridge, and nibbles on it.

She picks up the kitten, cradling it in her arms. "Are you a girl, or a boy? If you're a boy, I'll call you-"

"Amber! I'm here! Where's the puppy?" Kimberly lets herself in and runs to the living room. She sets her guitar down and stares at the puppy that is now wagging it's tail at her feet. "Puppy!" She scoops the little dog up into her arms, and touches her nose to it's snout.

"The tiny thing likes you." Amber awes.

"I like him, too."

"Er, I don't exactly know it it's a 'he'. Might be a girl." Amber scratches the back of her neck.

"Why don't you just check?"

"It's too soon to tell, Kimberly." Rebecca yawns from the stairs.

"Oh." Kim frowns. 

"Good morning, ladies and animals." Becca walks into the kitchen.

"'Morning, Rebecca." Amber nods in her direction, still cuddling the kitten in her arms.

"We need to clean them." Rebecca say suddenly, looking at the little cat.

"Clean them?" Kimberly sniffs the puppy, and wrinkles her nose. "Yeah. We better clean them up."