Go away, George

Chapter 15

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling for what seemed like ten minutes, but when I focused on the clock hanging on the wall opposite me I realised it had been two hours.

I was drowning myself in my own thoughts. After I had told George a not-so-polite "screw you" I was filled with mixed emotions. The main one was anger; after all that is what I should be feeling, right? But I was also thinking a lot about what I should do. Should I just live on with my completely boring life like I always had done before? Because no offence to you 'normal' humans out there, The Beatles were way more interesting. But I couldn't go back to them, so there was no point in even thinking that. No wait, I still really really liked George, so I had to meet up with them again. Nuh uh sister, he cheated on you, remember? Yeah, that's right, I'm never going to speak to him again - he is the hugest douche bag ever. But he does have a mega cute smile...

You see what I have to put up with? Yeah, maybe I'm alone in the house and that's 'relaxing' but my brain is like a whole different person, nagging me at every opportunity. The silence in the house was just wiped out and you could practically hear the cogs spinning in my head as I over thinked every single thing.

Pushing myself off the comforting bed and peeling my pyjamas off, I slipped on some clean underwear and pondered on what I should do today. Ha, probably just sit around drinking tea and troubling over George. Nothing out of the ordinary.

All of a sudden, my phone started buzzing like crazy, having a little buzzing party as it vibrated loudly on my small table. Sighing obnoxiously I grabbed it and pressed it to my ear. "What?"

"Woah Caitlin, did I wake you up or something?"

Ringo?

"Oh, erm, no sorry. I was just a little annoyed because I... spilled my cereal." I randomly spurted out. Wow Caitlin, you are a magnificent liar. Gold star to you.

I could hear the warm sound of his laughter. "Well sorry about that. I was just calling because... uh..."

I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to be shy? It was pretty cute, but I wanted to know why he had called me. "Yes, Ringo?"

"Well I was wondering if you want to come out with me tonight."

I raised my eyebrows. Well that was an unexpected plot twist. "For, like, dinner?"

"Yeah. Because I was thinking I haven't seen you in a while, and I know you live far away but I'm famous so I can just arrange for a cab to come pick you up or something." He said casually, as if arranging for a cab to pick up a girl who lives a gazillion miles away was something he did weekly.

"Um, well that sounds really nice Ringo. I'd love to."

He paused for a second, probably smiling. "Great. What's your adress?"

"Number two sunside avenue, London."

"Well okay then. I'll get somebody to pick you up about seven tonight. Wear something nice, although you'll look nice in whatever you wear.. ha ha... um anyway, good bye love."

And with that the phone call ended and I just stood there, quite shocked.

I hadn't paid much attention to Ringo before. What was his actual name? Richard was it? He hadn't spoken to me that much and I hadn't spoken to him that much either, but clearly he wanted to re-kindle the friendship. This was great, truly great, I had something to keep my mind off George. I had a date. A date!

Smiling like crazy, I threw myself clumsily down the stairs in an excited heap. I would have to eat some breakfast and then sort out what to wear. I'M GOING ON A DATE!

Shovelling some toast into my mouth and washing it down with some orange juice, I screwed the lid off of the nail varnish and began painting my nails. The thick, crimson paint slid on easily and all I had to do now was wait for it to dr-

My phone began ringing loudly and unexpectantly right next to my face.

Jumping out of my skin I spilled backwards and fell off the kitchen stool, whacking the cold tiled floor with a thud.

Standing up quickly and wincing at the pain in my stomach, I answered the phone. "This better be FLIPPING important because I think I just gave myself RIB INJURIES!"

"Caitlin?" Some girl squeaked into my ear. Who the hell is this because I am going to skin her face and throw a snake at her, the little moron.

"It's Lucy your bestest friend ever!" She whined, with a string of fake overly-happy giggles.

Frowning, I sat back on the stool. "You mean Lucy Parker, the low IQ rat who constantly told me who much she hated me and continuously spat gum at my locker?"

There was an extremely long pause. "Yeah okay well is it true you're dating GEORGE HARRISON?"

"It might be." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"OH EM GEEEEEEEE!" She screeched into my ear drum. "Will you fix me up with JOHN?"

"No you dimwit, is that all you were calling me for?"

"Well no, Natalie wanted to ask you why you weren't in class..."

"Put her on the phone then." I grumbled.

There was a shuffling sound, a loud "I LOVE YOU JOHN" and a few screams before Natalie spoke. "So? Why aren't you in?"

"I'm going on a date with Ringo!" I exclaimed.

"Ringo?! What happened to George?"

"Long story, involves him possibly cheating on me with some girl called Kerry, but then this morning Ringo called me and now I'm going on a date with him and..."

"So you're dating a blue eyed, big nosed hottie and you don't have someone to help you get dressed?" She asked.

"Mhmm."

"Hold up a diddly doo darn minute! Give me about two, maybe three hours and I'll skip last period, come straight over there. You gon' look fine, girl!"

Laughing, I screwed the lid back on the nailvarnish. "Well okay then, I'll be here waiting."

But she had already hung up.

*****

"So what were you thinking of wearing?" Natalie questioned, parking her butt on my bed.

"I'm not sure, maybe something red? I painted my nails red so..."

"Red? Sexy, I love it." She commented and tugged the door to my wardrobe open. After a bit of rummaging, she pulled out some tiny red hotpants covered in sequins.

"Ew no, what was I thinking when I brought them? A dress Natalie, not hotpants. A dress."

*****

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Wait, when's he meant to be picking you up?" Natalie questioned, brushing her hands together to rid them of any remaining makeup.

"The taxi will be here about seven."

"Well it's half six, so it's probably here." She replied. "Can I crash here tonight?"

"Yeah sure whatever." I blabbed, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Thank you so much."

And then I ran downstairs, unsure exactly how to feel about the strange turn of events.

(A/N: Sorry for not updating, oops. But anyway at the wedding it was awesome because I was all bridesmaidy and COUGHthe guy I liked was thereCOUGH so yeah enjoy this chapter. I will update soon because I have the entire next chapter planned out and it's going to rock your socks off until your socks are in next doors garden!! Mhm ok maybe not that amazing but still. Please vote and comment if you can because it means a lot. -Beth)