The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Old Brown Shoe (Chapter 50)

"Paul has been acting a little odd lately."

George speaks to me through the phone as I boil some pasta. I'm waiting for Paul to come home from recording, and George has already finished for the day. Paul hasn't been acting normally lately, and I bet the situation between John and I is the problem. I wish he'd feel better. He's hurting, I bet.

"I know. He hasn't been acting well at home either." I tell George as I hear him sigh.

"I can't believe John did that to you, Carol. He took advantage of you and all." I look down at my hand quickly as George speaks. "It's also hard for me too. John is one of my best mates."

"It is partly my fault Paul doesn't trust me. It's because of what happened between us and all." I look over at the pasta and see it beginning to boil. I turn it off and let it sit in the large grey pot.

"I'm not going to apologize, you know." George says. I hear him sit down from across the reciever.

"You shouldn't have to. I made the decision to be with you at the time."

"I'm still at fault, Carol." There is some silence before George speaks again.

"Should I come over? It's been a while since we've been together."

I smile slightly at the thought of spending time with George.

"I think that's a good idea." I say, but quickly change my mind. "Wait. What if Paul sees us together here? It wouldn't help my case against John."

"Good point." George says, and I can hear him sigh slightly.

"Why don't we go out for the night? I'll come pick you up in a bit."

"That sounds great. I'll see you soon." I say, smiling as I place the receiver down. I'm actually looking forward to getting my mind of Paul. He's all I've been thinking about this past week.

I begin to drain the pasta before I hear a knock on the door. It must be Paul. I quickly run to the door and open it.

To my surprise, John is standing there with a sour expression on his face.

"John?" I say, my body suddenly tensing as he walks in without permission. He closes the door behind him and kicks off his shoes. He leaves his coat on for some reason.

"You told him?"

John looks down at me as I look away. I knew John would be angry, but I didn't expect him to be furious. I cower in fear.

"I had to, John. I can't hide anything from him." I say, not daring to make eye contact. I hear John chuckle and I look up slightly. He's smirking down at me.

"Figures. Girls are always so sensitive." John coughs slightly as he surveys my body.

"You aren't going to get away with this, you know." John crosses his arms and leans on a nearby wall. He doesn't break eye contact with me.

"I'm done with this, John. Isn't it clear I'm not interested in you?" I say, getting defensive. It's his fault after all that Paul is upset.

"I couldn't care less if you were. All I care about is that I am."

John shifts his position slightly as he looks away. His face turns slightly red as he speaks. He holds onto his arms before looking back at me.

"Why are you even with Paul?"

"Because I love him." I say matter of factly. John is not in a position to be asking this.

"Why are you bothering me if you have a family?"

John tenses up and smirks at me.

"Because I love the thrill. The adrenaline everytime our eyes meet makes me ecstatic."

I look to the floor before responding. Is that how he really feels? Because that's not how I see it.

I just feel tense and frightened.

"Paul and I are happy, John." I say, and we are. Or at least were before John ruined it.

"Is that so? I didn't know you needed another one of us to satisy your needs."

John must be referring to George. I clear my throat and I look at him. That was a mistake. I shouldve never let George in. I should've never let him hands touch mine, his lips meet mine, his eyes look into mine.

"That's over." I say, and I begin walking into the kitchen. The pasta is getting cold and I'm not letting John ruin my dinner too.

John follows me, looking around the house as if he hasn't been here for a while.

"What do they have that I don't?" John asks, stopping me from walking further by grabbing my wrist. We're stopped in the hallway, and I turn to face him. Our eyes meet and I feel a little bit of the intensity John was talking about before.

"Compassion, warmth, love to name a few." I say, my hands shaking as John holds my wrist. John look away and loosens his grip.

"I know. Tell me what else." John completely let's go of my arm and looks at the ground.

"They aren't lustful like you. They think and act rationally. They make movements based on what's best for others." I continue at John's expense. I hear him chuckle a bit before looking up.

"I'm sorry Carol."

John whispers his words quietly.

"You are?" I say, and John smiles slightly.

"Yeah. I want to start anew."

I scowl slightly at John as he speaks.

"You aren't going to be forgiven that easily, Lennon. You caused a lot of trouble for -"

John grabs my face and pulls it close, his rough lips meeting mine before I realize what's happening. He holds my face closer before letting go. I stare at him as he backs away from me.

"Try to forget that, Carol, and then tell me whether or not I'm forgiven."

John walks to the front door, slips on his shoes and walks out the door before I can respond. I place my fingers on my lips and looks at the door. That bastard just kissed me again despite asking for forgiveness seconds before.

"How does he have so much nerve?" I say, before listening to the door open. I look ahead to see Paul walk inside and kick off his shoes.

"Paul-"

"Why the fuck was John in here?"

I look at Paul with wide eyes as he speaks. I didn't expect him to react this way.

"He wanted to apologize for what he did." I say, honestly. I just left the kiss out of the conversation. Paul does not seem to be in the mood to hear that anyways.

"I'm done with this situation. I can't even sleep properly because of you!" I hear Paul yell at me before taking off his coat. I cower slightly. I deserve it.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to be upset." I say, as Paul looks at me. He looks at me softer than before.

"I just don't know who to believe, you know? You or my best mate? Maybe I want to believe John so that it never happened." Paul says, gripping his arm with one of his hands. He bites his lip slightly as his eyes begin to well up.

"Paul-"

"I need to be alone, Carol." Paul says, and I make my way towards him. He quickly runs up the stairs before I can reach him, and I hear the door ring as he heads to our room. George picked the worst time to come.

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Thanks for the support as always :)