I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Eleven

"Now I'm going to tell you something, Bill." George glares.

"It's Will." Will gulps as Paul walks in, followed by Ringo and John.

"I don't care." He whispers something in Paul's ear, who nods and takes the others with him to the living room.

"How about you just let me go?" Will starts to stand, but George pushes him back down.

The others come back from the living room, John carrying his guitar, Paul smiling and holding his bass like a bat, and Ringo with the drumsticks from Amber's kit.

"I let the idiots go the first time this happened. You're unlucky enough to be the second." George growls. He lifts up the guitar, and Will braces himself.

"What's going on in here?" Rebecca voice rings from the door.

Amber runs to her. "Rebecca- Will- he... He tackled me, and kissed me..." 

Rebecca's eyes widen. "Is that true, Will?"

Before Will can answer, Ringo steps forward. "He did. I swear, I saw it meself." 

Rebecca looks at Amber shaking form, and George's guitar in the air.  She looks at Will. "What so you have to say?"

"Becca, I'm sorry, I just... I don't know." Will tries to look innocent.

"I forgive you." Rebecca nods.

Will walks to her, and tries to give her a hug. She pushes him away. "I said I forgive you. I never said I still wanted you."

"Wh-what?" Will stammered.

"Ye kissed 'er sister, she doesn't want ye." John answered.

"Now get outta here!" Paul hit him in the backside with his bass.

"And stay away!" Ringo yells.

Amber looks at Rebecca, tears in her eyes. 

"Come here, little sister." Rebecca hugs her tightly.

"Uh, guys? What did I miss?" Kimberly and Marilyn stand at the door, looking concerned.

John walks to her and starts explaining. Kimberly's eyes widen more and more with every word, and Mari looks furious. "That- that-" Kim looks like she wants to hit something.

"Idiot." Amber filled in, tears still running down her cheeks.

"I can't believe he would do that." Rebecca's sadness turns into anger. George takes Amber and she walks into the living room. She sits on the stool at the drum kit.

"Rings, give me the sticks." She demands. He hands them to her, and she doesn't hesitate to hit them against the snare. She hits the drum kit hard, taking out her feelings.    

"Spectacular job, Becca." Ringo nods his head in approval. 

"Hit that bass drum like it's Will's face!" Paul cheers.

Rebecca starts going in a rhythm, and eventually her hits aren't as hard. Soon she stops altogether. "I think I'm okay now." She sighs, dropping the sticks on the ground.

"That quick? Really?" Ringo asks, surprised. But there's a bit of hopefulness in his eyes.

"Yeah. He's just a loser, and I'm not going to cry over a loser."  She straightens her back  and stands up. 

"Ye going to be alright, Violet?" John pulls Amber's hair back from her tear streaked face, calling her Violet to try and cheer her up.

"I... Yeah." She looks at Paul. "I'm sorry. This is the second time you've seen me cry."