On the Wings of a Beatle

Two - Lend Me Your Comb...My Hair is a Mess

What had he done? Trying to escape the girls he ran into another, and what's worse he had hurt her too. He grimaced seeing how her hair stuck to her head with the sticky crimson liquid. He glanced behind him seeing he had finally lost the girls who had been chancing him and quickly hailed a cab back to his hotel near Regents Park. What had been a normal walk in the park for he and the lads turned into a nightmare. They had been chased. Attacked. Ambushed. They ended up having to split up in fear of their lives, lucky for him though a majority of the girls had gone after his fellow band mates after he ducked into a bush. After exiting the park, he had managed to lose the small group that had hung around by weaving in and out of alleyways and hiding behind dumpsters. Not the most posh thing in the world to do, but he was only protecting himself. Never had he imagined that while trying to escape the ravenous pack of carnivorous females that he would run into another one, a peculiar looking one at that too. She didn't look as if she were from London at all. She was dressed so funny, jeans and what appeared to be a sweatshirt, but those were cloths for just lounging around at home or doing yard work, or even for doing leisurely activities, but no English bird in her right mind would ever be caught dead out of the house looking like that. It peaked his curiosity though as his eyes trailed from her odd clothes to her face. Needless to say he was taken aback, she was stunning. He had never seen such a beautiful bird in his entire life.

He was shaken from his thoughts upon the cab driver telling him that they had reached their destination. He quickly paid the driver and exited the cab, the girl dangling in his arms. The doorman gave the guitarest an odd look as he walked through the doors into the lobby. Quickly proceeding up to the penthouse he found that two of his friends had already returned. "Geo! Ye made it back alive!" Paul cheered.

"Who's that?" Ringo asked looking at the girl George carried.

"Dunno, ran into her while trying to get away from the hoard, I did." George said walking over to sofa. "Injured her pretty badly...I think..."

Ringo walked over to the guitar player and glanced down at the female in his arms. "Why is she dressed so weird?"

"Must be American." Paul winked. "American birds are so easy, just flip 'em an accent and they're all over ye."

"And ye know this from experience?" Ringo asked.

"No, just what I've heard." Paul shrugged. "I'll get something to cover that gash mark."

George bit his lip looking at the girl once more. The worry was obvious on his face and he wanted nothing more than for the girl to wake up and tell them she was okay. "Don't worry mate." Ringo said patting the youngest Beatle on the shoulder. "She's going to be just fine." But that wasn't George's main concern, oh no, his concern was what the opinions of John and Brian were going to be. The last thing he wanted was to get in serious trouble because of an accident. That was the last thing the media needed, another Beatles blunder.

Paul walked in with a first aid kit and a couple of towels then and sat next to George. "Alright let's see what we got 'ere." When George refused to shift the girl's body, Paul got quite frustrated. George couldn't help it thought, he was completely lost in her beauty. Nice high cheekbones like his own, full lips, a cute nose then her long dark brown almost black hair that cascaded gently down her shoulders. How he so desperately wanted to see the sparkle in her eyes. Rolling his eyes, knowing George was slowly making himself fall for a girl he had practically kidnapped, Paul shoved the guitar player snapping him out of his trance. "Cum-ed Geo, giz a goz!"

"Sozz..." George said slowly shifting the girl.

After a few minutes Paul spoke. "Mhm, yes, ah, just as I thought."

"What is it Paul?" Ringo asked.

"She is definitely bleeding." Paul nodded. Rolling his eyes, George lightly slapped Paul on the back of the head. "Arse."