Ain't She Sweet

Chapter 19 - This Boy

<Angie POV>

"Ya can tell us yer dream, Annie. Ye can trust us." Paul said.

I sighed, knowing I could trust them.

"I was older- we were in India meditatin' and I got bored and I asked Ringo if we could go back to the place we were stayin' at. I went to me room to change, and there was George. In the corner smilin' deviously.

He had asked If I was changin'.

He had a dark look on 'is face and he grabbed me arms and I asked him where my daddy geo went. And he said he was - gone." I whispered the last part.

"Anythin' else?" John asked.

"I tried reasonin' with the divvy he said he was soft before but now he was rough and clear. And then I said somethin' that made him let go of me." I said.

"I can't remember anythin' else."

"Wow. But ye know George wouldn't do that to ye! Ye guys are best buds." Paul smiled.

"I'll learn to trust 'im again- just not now." I say.

"Angie, there's someone here to meetcha." Ringo pops his head into the room.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"It's yer new tutor."

"Ok."

Ringo and a boy around my age walk in.

The boy was gorgeous. It was like he was the only one in the room.

His brown hair was done up teddy boy style and his green eyes sparkled behind his buddy holly style glasses.

"Uh hi?" He waved nervously.

I snapped out of my trance and waved.

'Play it cool!' My brain screamed.

" 'ello I'm Angie, and ye are?" I smile, sitting up.

"Dawson, Dawson Thomas. I hope yer feelin' a little better." He smiled.

"Oh yeah. I'm feelin' much better. I only fell off of the stage." I giggle.

"Clumsy." Dawson chuckled.

I blush.

"Ye will start next week, Angie." Ringo said.

<John POV>

I could see sparks flying when 'Dawson' walked into the room. Angie looks at him all 'lovey dovey' like. No way in hell was anything gonna go on between them.

" 'ello I'm Angie, and ye are?" She giggled.

Damn she was like me.

"Dawson, Dawson Thomas. I hope yer feelin' a little better." Dawson smiled.

"Oh yeah. I'm feelin' much better. I only fell off of the stage." She giggled.

"Clumsy." Dawson chuckled.

Angie blushed beet red.

"Ye will start next week, Angie." Ringo said.

"Ye can be on yer way now laddie." I say.

"No papa! Would ye like to stay Dawson?" Angie protested.

Dawson scratched the back of his neck, doing all the things that I did to make girls swoon back in high school.

"Yeah, if I'm not gonna be in the way."

Dawson said sitting down on the bed.

"Sure, I guess." Ringo shrugged.

"Where's George?" Paul piped in.

"He's waitin' outside." Ringo replied.

"So, how old are ye?" Angie asked Dawson.

"13, turnin' 14 in 2 days though." Dawson smiled.

"11 goin' on 12 in 'bout 6 days." Angie smiled.

"What's yer favorite color?" He asks.

"Hmm I like purple and green."

"Grey and Black."

"Manly colors." Angie giggled.

"Yes manly colors!" Dawson says in a gruff voice.

"Ok! Dawson we're gonna take our Princess- I mean Angie back to the hotel now, so she can rest up for tomorrow." I intervened.

"Ok, farewell until tomorrow." Dawson kissed her cheek.

I was about to give the poor laddie a wedgie but I refrained from doing so.

"Ye like 'im Angie!!" Paul gushed.

"No." Angie tried to hide a blush.

"I don't want ye to be interactin' with boys- their all arseholes." I say.

"John's right. Ye will have no other contact with Dawson besides studyin'." Ringo said.

"Am I really goin' home yet?" Angie sighed.

"Nope. Not yet." Ringo kissed her forehead.

~ 4 hours later~

I flop down on my bed next to Angie, sleeping soundly. She had refused to sleep in Ringo and George's room. So I guess she's bunking here for now.

"Sweet dreams, Princess." I whisper pulling the covers over her.

I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

She's one for the books. I don't know how she remains strong after all she has gone through in the last 4 weeks.

I don't even know how I do it.

"Paul?" I ask.

"Yes John?" Paul says.

"Do ye think George would ever do that to Angie?" I ask.

"Fuck no John! He loves 'er. We all do! He'll never to that." Paul says.

"I hope not." I say as I fall asleep.