Another Day

Chapter 10

I woke up peacefully, facing the wall the same way I had fallen asleep.

I tried to reach up to rub my eyes, and was suddenly aware of the inability to move freely. Confused I looked down, and almost laughed.

While sleeping, George had wrapped himself around me.

His face was pressed against the middle of my back and one of his knees had managed to squeeze itself between my legs. Both of his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, and he had a pleasant little smile on his lips.

I couldn’t help but smile, it was so comical, and…adorable.

I tried to wriggle quietly out of his grip, but he proved to be a heavy sleeper and I had to shove him off me. George started to stir and I thought I had accidentally woken him, but his eyes just fluttered and he rolled over. I slipped out of bed, a stupid smile on my face.

As I ventured into the living room I kept a firm grip on the top of the button up shirt. Ringo was sitting on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand and the telly on.

“Good morning strange bird.” He said. I laughed.

“Good morning Ringo.’

“You know that’s not my real name right?”

‘Yeah”

He sipped his tea, refocusing on the telly. “Just making sure, if you’re going to be around more you need to know these things.”

I thought about telling him I wouldn’t be here much longer, but truthfully I wasn’t sure, so I just laughed instead.

“So who are you?” He asked.

“Donna”

“Well Donna there’s hot water on the stove if you’d like to join me with some tea.”

I smiled. “Sure.” Ringo seemed like a very warm person, how could I decline such a friendly invitation?

We watched the news together quietly, and then John came wondering in looking rather rough. I supposed he wasn’t much of a morning person.

“Where’s George?” He asked me.

“Still sleeping”

“Well, we’ll just have to fix that won’t we then?” And with an evil grin John sauntered out of the room.

“What’s that about?” I asked Ringo.

He didn’t even look up from the screen. “George is impossible to wake up, so John likes to take advantage of it.” As he spoke, an enormous splash sounded from George’s bedroom followed by a lot of screaming.

“BLOODY HELL!” George roared. “LENNON YOU BASTARD!” John giggled insanely. “Rise and shine poppet!”

With a strangled yell sounding not unlike a war cry the two began to grapple.

Ringo chuckled. “It’s pretty entertaining if I do say so myself.”

Cautiously I made my way to where all the noise was coming from. George and John were wrestling half-heartedly on the floor, while Lennon was red faced from laughing so much. Both George and his bed were soaked through. I laughed at the sight, two grown men fighting over such a silly prank.

They looked at me, and while George was distracted John pushed him back so he knocked against a leg of the bed.

“Ow”, he said, rubbing the back of his head. John only grinned at me and bowed. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show ma’am.” I curtsied to him and with a wicked grin he pecked me on the lips and danced out of the room.

George saw it, and red in the face, scrambled to his feet and raced after John. “That’s my bird you wanker!”

I stood in the room for a bit, a little dazed. They were at it again, this time in the living room, John still cackling weirdly. Avoiding the rough housing I instead headed for the kitchen. Paul was in there, getting himself a cup of tea. He glanced up as I came in.

“Morning Donna”

“Morning Paul”

He leaned against the counter and took a sip from his cup. “How was your night?” I wondered if there was another meaning to his question but if there was I ignored it.

“Fine”

“Is your eye any better?”

It was still pretty swollen, but I could see out of it better than last night. “Alright I guess, it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“PAUL” Ringo yelled suddenly from the other room. Paul jumped a little, and excused himself, peering out of the kitchen where George and John were still going at it in front of the telly. Ringo was hopping around madly trying his best to avoid becoming entangled in the mass of flailing limbs.

“What Ringo?”

“I’m trying to watch the telly!” He grumbled.

Paul laughed and reached down to pull George off John. “Get a room you two.”

John blew a kiss to George and grinned creepily.

“Oh bugger off McCartney.” George said, pushing him away. He spotted me standing in the doorway and bounded up to me. He kissed me lightly without any hesitation and I got the feeling it was an act of reclaiming his territory. His wet hair dripped onto my face. I didn’t react.

“How about spending the day with the Beatles eh Donna?” He asked with a grin.

I hesitated. Boy did I want to, but I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.

“Just lay low here for a few days until he’s gone, then you can go home.” George said. Although that didn’t sound like a bad idea, his eyes seemed to tell a different story, one that didn’t involve me leaving.

Oh what the hell. I want to have some fun. Screw Danny.

“Sure” I said, and a smile worked its way up my face.