Chapter 31 - Come Together

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<George POV>

Angie was sound asleep on my bed by the time I got out of my suit and took a shower.

"I hope she gets her memory back." I mutter.

"Me too." Ringo said climbing into his bed.

I climb into bed, and shimmy under the covers, strangely anticipating tomorrow.

<Angie POV>

I woke up, abruptly, feeling like I ... Remember them.

My memories flashed before my eyes.

I looked at the clock and it read 3 am. Oh well. They can have their beauty sleep later.


"WAKE UP WAKE UP!!" I squealed. George and Ringo shot straight up.


George was sleeping next to me and he grabbed me and pulled me to him.





"What's the matter?! Are ya hurt?!" He cried.


"No daddy! Far from hurt!" I hugged him.


"Daddy? YA GOT YER MEMORY BACK!" George and I started to jump up and down.


Ringo joined in and hugged me so tight, I thought my brain would pop.


"Daddy- halp." I breathe out.


Ringo let go.


"We need to tell Paul and John!" George said.


We all ran out and started to bang on their door.


"PAPA!! DA!!!!" I squealed.


They came out in their boxers.


"What-"


John picked me up and twirled me around.


"I'm so happy ya remember." He said.


"Come on Papa, I wouldn't forget the world's best dads!" I giggle.


John set me down.


"Come 'ed lets get some food. I'm starved." George whined.


We laughed.


"Yeah I'm hungry too. Onward, march!" I smile.


"Oh did I ever tell ya that Angie previously knew how to play the guitar previously!" George exclaimed.


They stopped in their tracks.


"I knew I should've gotten 'er a bass! I knew I shoulda followed me gut!" Paul groaned.


"It was me idear to get 'er a guitar in the first place!" John argued.


"Ok! I'll learn how to play bass and rhythm in time. I promise." I smiled.


"See, Ain't She Sweet?"





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Christmas:


"Ok it's time for Angie's gift from me!" Paul smiled.


He handed me a Höfner 500.





"THANK YA SOOO MUCH DA!!!" I squealed in joy.


"Yer welcome, Annie." Paul kissed my forehead.


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13th birthday:


John handed me a RickenBacker 325.

I screamed. He knew how much I had wanted one like his.


"THANK YA! THANK YA! THANK YA!" I squealed.


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14th Birthday:


I awoke and saw a Gretsch Duo Jet on the end of my bed with a purple ribbon tied around it. No way! He didn't!

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So I ended Ain't She Sweet! And the sequel's first chapter will be out by tomorrow! :) :) :) or maybe even earlier... :)





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