The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Run For Your Life (Chapter 46)

I quickly wipe my eyes as I stare at myself through the small bathroom mirror. I don't understand why John is acting this way. Is it because I'm causing conflict between his friends? Is it to spite Paul? Is it because he's legitimately attracted to me?

I wash my face with some cold water and sigh. I feel like shit. I can't let Paul or George know about this, especially not Cynthia. I feel my stomach tighten at the thought of Cynthia finding out about what John has done.

"Hey, is anyone in there?"

I quickly turn to the locked door and wipe my face with a wash towel. This is a high class airplane...

"One second." I say, throwing the towel in a waste basket and opening the door. I look up to see Cynthia and smile weakly. I can't even look her in the eye.

"Carol! How lovely to see you here." She says enthusiasticly. She smiles as I walk out.

"I'd rather you stink up the bathroom than the boys." She chuckles as I smile. I close the door and grab my chest. I feel sick.

I head back to where the others are, and they all seem to be waking up. I rub my arm nervously as I walk past John who's talking to George about their new album. I feel one of their eyes on me and I hope its George.

"Carol, could you do me a favour and give me a massage? I slept in a bad position and now my neck is killing me." Paul says as I head back to my seat.

"Oh, sure." I reply, sitting down in my seat and stretching out my hands. I gently caress Paul's back and press on his shoulders and neck. He moans lightly in pleasure as I blush.

"Mm. That's the spot." Paul purrs, causing me to smile lightly as I continue. I feel his tense muscles relax under my touch and I stop.

Paul turns around and smirks.

"Your turn."

I shake my head slightly, looking down at the ground. I slightly chuckle as I spit out my words. "Oh, I couldn't."

Paul shifts in his seat and grabs my back.

"Don't resist, love." Paul says, and I tense under his strength.

"Please Paul." I say, tightening my eyes as I curl up. Please don't become John.

"What's the matter, baby? I just want to relax you." Paul says, as he lossens his grip. I shake him off as I look out the window. I can't even look at him, and my stomach flips in guilt.

"I appreciate it, Paul. I...I just don't feel like it right now."

I turn slightly and give him a small smile, and from the corner I see John staring at the two of us. I shiver and quickly turn away.

"If you say so." Paul says, stretching as he grabs a magazine and flips through it. I wish I could tell Paul what is really bothering me, but I can't. He wouldn't believe me.

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"Finally, we've landed in our home country." Ringo says, as we get off the plane and head into the airport. Thousands of girls are screaming, and I cover my ears. I see Paul chuckle as he holds our bags, and he tells George something as they both look at me. I feel awkward so I shift my feet as I walk, and George walks next to me. I look at him quickly and notice his dark eyes on me already. I look away and grow weak in the knees.

"We're safe." John jokes as we enter a silent room full of taxis. Everyone chuckles, including me, so I don't look out of place.

"Alright boys. 9 a.m tomorrow morning, Abbey Road Studios. No later, preferably no earlier." Brain says, writing down something in his notebook as the boys nod and go their seperate ways. I follow Paul as he packs our bags into one the taxis, waving off the other boys as I smile. John winks at me before entering his car with his family, and I hurrily sit in the back.