A couple days later and Freda and I have gotten well acquainted, she's very nice and sweet and runs the Beatles fan-club, she's only 17 (a year younger than me) and she knows exactly what to do, Brian hired her and she don't know why but i do though, she's a hard worker even though she only has about 20 or so letters to answer.
Anyway i'm out with the boys, there going to get there hair cut and re-styled, so there all gonna look weird and such but they need there own style i guess, later i'm going with John to pick up the collar-less suits that a guy designed, grey very smart like but easy to wear, hopefully it'll be like a little trade mark of theirs since i've never seen anything like it.
Ringo don't half look weird, it's gonna be fun to watch the fringe part grown just like the others, they took a few shots of the boys messing about with each other, like John pretending to cut Paul's hair while he makes his little random faces he does, Ringo still seemed a little drifted from me but i didn't want to think about it since i don't want to loose one of my best friends, as sappy as it sounds.
I stuck with George most of the time, i kept a snip of everyone's hair just because i wanted something to keep just in-case I ever moved away or what ever, John still wanted to spend time with me and all but so did George and i was seeing John later anyway.
"what d'ya think Claire?" George asked ruffling his hair so it was all messy and sticking up.
"Looks wonderful Georgie boy" i replied sorting it out with my fingers, he didn't care and seemed to like it "better?" i asked flattering the last part.
"Thanks" he smiled and hugged me, i hugged him back and kissed his cheek.
"The bruise aint that noticeable today.. still hurt?" he nodded and turned round to the mirror to see his mark.
George pulled me away into the back room which made Ringo instantly curious so he got up and followed, he (George) sat me down on the couch then sat next to me, Ringo watched and listen from the door, George didn't know he was there but i did "so what you drag me in here for then Geo, wern't we fine talking out there?" he smiled and lightly kissed me.
"Claire.. i have to tell you something, it's about Ringo" i was quickly intrigued.
"Yeah what about him?" he shuffled up closer and looked at me strangely.
"Well i had a talk with him the other day, when i went to yours actually, and he said that you were being different around him, more you'know apart so to speak" well he's been told the wrong information.
"Oh Georgie, you've got it all wrong its him being all weird around me.. ever since he hugged me from behind, he stopped and walked out of the bathroom, i was doing my make up before you say anything about it. i tried to stop him as he acted ever weirder but pushed me away and left" Ringo walked in, looking straight at me.
"Oh hey Richie" George said trying to hide it up but Ringo already knew.
"Alright George, Claire" i gave him a quick look before looking and George.
"Ringo" i replied not really in the mood to talk to him.
"Everyone alright, what was you both talking about?" he sat in the middle but i moved over to the other side of George.
"Nothing really, just having a little conversation about me hair Rings" George replied pulling me a little closer to him.
