The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Dig A Pony (Chapter Part 54)

"Carol!"

John calls after me as I continue to run to the studio. I'm so sick of this - why can't I just be satisfied with one Beatle?

I quickly turn a corner and run into a park nearby. There's no way he'd find me here. I sit on a bench and try to catch my breath.

"Carol, this has to stop. You're going to have children soon. They have to be the children on the man you love the most." I rub my eyes with with hands and begin to cry. I thought it was Paul all this time but now I don't know anymore. Is it George? How about John?

I look up at the children and see them building a snowman. I wish life was as simple as that again - making a snowman and not having a care in the world.

"Who's the first person you think of when you see your future?" I ask myself. I close my eyes and imagine my future children and future home. Who is there sharing it with me?

"Paul."

I look at my feet. Why does my mind always go back to him no matter how much I try to avert it? I have to stop playing these games with myself.

"Alright, come on Carol. You've got to get a grip. You are going to lose everyone if you keep this up."

I stand up and wipe some snow from my coat. I look around and notice some women looking at me - they most likely recognize me from the papers. I look down and start to head back to the studio. It's time to clear this up once for all.

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"Hey." I enter the studio and see Cynthia outside, looking into the glass window. She turns to look at me and smiles softly. What a prick John is for treating her in such a horrible way.

"Carol..." Cynthia covers her face with her hands.

"Let's forget about it. You're the closest friend I have here, Cyn." I say, moving her hands away to reveal her silently weeping. She hugs me quickly and I hold her close.

"I just don't know what to do...I thought he loved me."

I wince at her words and close my eyes. Heartbreak is one of the worst feelings in the world.

"You're going to find someone who will, trust me. Perhaps things can still work out with you and and John." I say optimistically. Cynthia lets go of me and smiles.

"Perhaps... let's go in."

I smile at her and walk inside with her. Now for the hardest part - the boys.

"Would you kindly fuck off John? You're ruining the song." I hear Paul speak as we enter the room. The boys turn their attention towards us.

"Carol." John looks at me and then Cynthia. "Cynthia."

"I can't do this right now." Paul says, standing up and leaving the room. Did I say something wrong?

"What-"

"Paul is going through something, love." Ringo walks over to Cynthia and urges me to follow Paul. I notice John can't seem to look me in the eyes.

I chase Paul into one of the small rooms in Abbey Road Studios.

"Paul, please stop."

Paul turns around and folds his arms.

"What, Carol?" He looks down at the floor and taps his foot.

"What the hell is going on?" I quickly close the door so people walking by do not hear us. "Why are you in a sour mood all of a sudden?"

Paul looks up at me and laughs a bit.

"You may find this surprising, but something other than you has been terrorizing my life." I raise an eyebrow and walk closer to Paul.

"I found out this morning that my father is ill in the hospital."

I look at the floor suddenly. What?

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm fucking joking Carol." Paul scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Paul, you need to calm down." I say, reaching for his arm and rubbing it. He relaxes a bit under my touch.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know if I can trust you. I always let people see my weak, romantic side...I'm tired of being used."

Although those words stung, I nod my head. I have not been a great person over the last few weeks. But I've decided on change, and I have to make that clear to Paul.

"I love you, James." I look up at Paul and meet his eyes. "I am not joking, and I am not lying. You are the love of my life and you can come to me for anything - especially this."

Paul looks down and begins to weep. I reach out for him but decide against it. He needs to cry. He needs to feel the pain without me - something that he has done for a long time now.

"James..." I finally caress his cheeks and hold him in my arms.

He doesn't have to deal with it alone anymore.