Go away, George

Chapter 8

"JOHN GET OUT OF MY ROOM YOU PERVE!" I heard somebody, who sounded remarkably like Ringo, from outside.  

My body was cosy and warm, the soft beige linen smooth and cool on my skin. George's bare stomach was pressed against me, his strong arms wrapped loosely around my torso, his legs entangled with mine. I'd only started, y'know, "dating" him yesterday yet it felt like I'd known him for months. Years, even. I peered up at his care-free face, his chocolate brown eyes already focused on me with precision. 

"You can go back to sleep, you know. They're just being their usual idiotic selves." He whispered. 

I didn't answer. Instead, I just buried my head into his body, my hair cascading in every direction. I probably looked like a mess but ah well. 

The door suddenly burst open. 

"George, will you tell Ringo I am NOT a pervert and that I was just..." 

John's sentenced trailed off as his eyes danced over me, taking in the sight before him. "Oh." 

Paul walked up behind him and raised his eyebrows, then smirked. "Been having a little... playtime, have we George?" 

I rolled my eyes. Whatever. 

John wolf whistled. "Found yerself a new bed buddy ey George? Only been together a day an' yer've done the deed." 

"N-no! It's not what you think! We only slept together!" I stammered. I then looked at John's cheeky smirk. "I don't mean THAT kind of slept! I mean we just went to sleep!" 

I didn't want them to think anything bad. I didn't just go sleeping around. 

I could see George softly smirking to himself over my adamancy that we hadn't done anything... dodgy. He wasn't really helping with the matter. 

"Don't you mind them thinking we've, uh, done it?" I snapped at him. 

"Love, I'm not going to argue against the truth." He said calmly. 

Paul and John whooped and started making them inappropriate noises again. 

"You're all sick!" I grumbled and, in a huff, I stomped off into the en suite and got changed.

Angrily grabbing some sweet waffles from the fridge, I ripped open the packaging furiously and slammed three on a floral china plate. Why was I angry? I guess I always got a little heated whenever somebody assumed something about me. Especially something false. 

I searched around for some fruit, and sprinkled on an array of berries. I sat down, frustrated, and began eating. 

"What's your problem?" Ringo grumbled as he slinked into the kitchen lazily, rubbing his eyes. 

"It doesn't matter."

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"Ah crap!" George called from the plush sofa. It was around five in the afternoon and I was lazing around on the floor, flicking through a fashion magazine and listening to the monkees on my iPod. "What?" 

"Guys we completely forgot about Mick's party!" He exclaimed. "It's tonight!" 

Paul shot up. "You're right! I have NOTHING to wear!" 

"I brought this rocking leather outfit last week and I'm going to look ace." John replied casually, running his hand through his hair. 

"We only have an hour to get ready!" Ringo squeaked. "It takes like an hour and a half get there!" 

I rolled my eyes. "Who even is this Mick?" 

"Mick. Y'know, Mick Jagger."  

"MICK JAGGER?!" I screamed, choking. "YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH MICK JAGGER?" 

They all laughed simultaneously. "Uh yeah, honey we are The Beatles." John said in a flippant tone, sassily flicking his fingers through the air in a Z formation. 

"Well yeah but..." I trailed off. "Wait, you're going to his party?" 

"Yes, and before you ask... yes you can come." George muttered, sounding uninterested. "You can just come as my girlfriend." 

I blushed uncontrollably, grinning. "I'm you're girlfriend?" 

That was a stupid thing to say Caitlin. Of course you're his girlfriend. 

"Well, uh, yes. If you're uh, okay with that..." He stuttered, biting his lip and looking at his lap. 

"Okay with it? You're beautiful! I'd love to be you're girlfriend!" I admitted. George smiled widely and walked over to me, cupping my cheek gently with his large hand and kissing me softly. A range of 'Ahhhs' were heard before our lips separated. 

"Yeah yeah whatever I'm getting ready." Paul grumbled and stumbled off upstairs, followed by Ringo and John. 

"What're you wearing?" I questioned, turning towards George. 

He contemplated the choices in his mind, suddenly trundling off upstairs. I followed in hot pursuit.

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We all headed for the taxi parked outside. The boys squished in and, since there was no room for me, I parked my bum on George's lap. John nodded at the driver knowingly and the vehicle chugged along. 

Little did I know how wild Jagger parties were. 

Oh, if only I knew.

(A/N: sorry for this fail chapter, it's a bit of a filler. I'll try and write more exciting and longer stuff next update. Love you little beatlemaniacs! -Beth)