Another Day

Chapter 11

All of us spent the entire day in the apartment just goofing around. The boys napped a lot, and I even made them dinner. Besides George, they all seemed to like me, and I greatly appreciated it.

After dinner, we ended up sitting on the living room floor, passing around a bottle of cheap wine. I drank more than I should have.

In the morning I woke up in George’s bed, curled around him with my head resting on his shoulder. He was passed out, his mouth slightly open.

I looked down at myself to see an unfamiliar nightgown and wondered how it had gotten there. I didn’t remember changing into it myself. Blush crept over my face as I realized what must have happened.

Grabbing my pillow, I slapped George with it. He didn’t wake up, so I shoved him to the edge and pushed him off the bed. He woke with a shout as he hit the floor and laid there for a moment, disoriented.

“What the bloody hell was that for?!” He said crossly.

Lying on the bed I looked down at him with narrowed eyes.

“Where did this nightgown come from?”

“It’s an old one of Cynthia’s.”

The name wasn’t a familiar one, but I ignored that. “How did I come to wear it?”

He laughed. “I put it on you, would you rather John have?”

I blushed, horribly self-conscious. “That’s an invasion of my privacy!”

He laughed “you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I only turned redder, and tried to find somewhere to put my eyes besides his chest.

“I was too drunk to remember anyway.” He stood and brushed himself off. “Now I’m going to get some tea.”

I followed him into the kitchen where John and Paul were already sitting with a cup. “Morning love birds.” John said casually, stirring his tea. George didn’t even look at him, just handed me a cup. I, on the other hand, blushed madly.

“Oh she’s turning red now does that mean our Georgie has managed to please a woman?”

I turned a deeper red, a habit I’ve gotten into around this bunch a lot lately.

“Oh shut up John.” Paul grumbled from behind his newspaper. John held a hand to his heart in mock horror. “What is this? My dear Macca are you insulting me?”

“Get a room you two” George said, leaning against the counter. I hovered indecisively close to him, not really wanting to get in the way of anything but not sure what to do with myself.

“Why surely Georgia, can we borrow yours?”

I laughed a little at John’s strange smile that worked its way up his face.

Ringo wondered into the kitchen wearing only boxers and a wrinkled button up, a ciggy hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“When’s that thing today?” He asked abruptly. Paul yawned and looked at the clock. “Actually we should be going some time soon.”

The lads stood and hastily got themselves ready for whatever it was. They pulled on their iconic suits and I hurriedly got into a dress I found in John’s room, hoping it was just another one of Cynthia’s.

George was the last one out the door, and he pulled me behind him. “Where are we going?” I asked, bewildered.

“Teddington studio, we’ve got a show to do.” He said, pushing me into the car.

“A show?” I asked, sandwiching myself between him and Ringo in the backseat. Paul sat in the driver’s seat, already starting the car.

“Yeah, it’s for ‘Thank Your Lucky Stars’ you’ve heard of it right?”

I had actually, vaguely, but I didn’t make it a point to watch it. I just nodded.

George looked at me funny. “What’s wrong?” He asked, quietly, so the others in the car wouldn’t pay attention to it. Its not like they could anyway, John was trying to distract Paul from driving and get us all killed, and Ringo had already fallen asleep against the window.

“Nothing” I said. I knew he wouldn’t buy it, but I did it anyway. To me, this was all very intimidating, and I didn’t feel like I should be hopping around the city with them, while Danny is back home, probably worried sick about me, and very sorry.

George smiled reassuringly at me and took my hand, my fingers shook at the small gesture. “Maureen will be there too, you should get to know her, she’s very nice.”

“Who’s Maureen?”

George nodded to Ringo. “His lady.”

I smiled meekly at him, giving in easily. “Yeah sure, ok.”

He smiled genuinely at me “It’ll be fun, I promise.”