A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8•~

So Paul and I chatted for quite a bit, until my stomach growled loudly.

"So, we have a female Georgie on hand!" Paul said, surprised.

"Close your big gob, Paul," I retort.

"Picking up your accent already?"

I ignore him and get up and head downstairs. I make some fried eggs and toast.

"Voilà, dinner is served."

Paul takes a seat at the table and starts to wolf down his food. It must taste decent, so I dig in, too. I take our dishes once we're done, and wash them. It's around 6:20 now. The door opens, and in walks Linda.

She spies Paul, and squeals "Ooh! You brought a lad home! Why, it's Paul!"

I think she is more of a child on the inside than an adult.

"'Ello, Linda," Paul said politely.

"Linda, can I go to the pictures with Paul?"

Linda looks at me, sort of surprised. "Well, I s'pose so!"

Then I hear the honk of a car. I say goodbye to Linda, then leave with Paul. The car waiting for us is a dumpy sort of car. (A.N. I know john couldn't drive, but its just  a stupid story! Really!) I see George and John sitting in the front. Paul and I slip into the backseat. Then John takes off like a maniac.

"So..." John said awkwardly.

"All the other lads wanted to come, but I said no," George said, trying to break the tension forming in the car.

"Why'd they all want to come?" I ask curiously.

"To be by you, o course!"

John scowls at George. We sit for a few more minutes in silence.

"Er, I brought a fiver for popcorn. And maybe some cokes," I said, feeling strange.

John pulls up to the theaters. We all get out of the car and go to the booth that sells tickets.

"Four tickets, please," John said to the booth man.

"Thank you, John. Erm, let's just forget about what happened earlier," I said.

John looks at me, with dissapointment. "Alright, Jaz."

We go into the theater. I make a beeline for the concession stands.

"A large popcorn with extra butter, and four cokes, please," I said to the bloke running the stand.

I hand him my fiver, and take the popcorn and sodas.

"Here ya go boys. My treat."

George dashes like a mad man for the popcorn.

"Oh, yeah," he whispers, cradling the popcorn bucket as if were his firstborn.

I hand the boys their cokes, and we go into the theater room.

"Oh! Oh! The front and center is open! That's the best spot!" I exclaim.

We all sit down, me in between John and Paul. George is pigging down the popcorn.

"George!" I whisper scold," Quit eating all the popcorn! I'm going to have to rechristen you as the Vacuum cleaner!"

George scowls at me. I stick out my tongue out at him and give him a dirty look. Then I snatch the popcorn away, and his jaw drops.

"Hey!" he hisses.

Then the room darkens.

"Shh, George," I shush him.

The film starts rolling. Dorothy is running down the road with Toto. When she starts singing 'Somewhere over the rainbow', I grab Paul's hand and squeeze it.

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby," Judy Garland sings.

I notice John's hand is turned up, resting on the armrest. as though as someone was going to hold it... Then George spies his hand. He laughs. Soon, the twister bit comes up.

"Eek! Johnny!" George shrieks sarcastically, grabbing John's hand.

"Shove off, cheeky!" John whisper shouts.

Soon, too soon, the film is over.

"Did you like it, love?" Paul asks me.

"Like it?" I ask, confused," I loved it!"

We all grab our jackets and get up. I toss away the popcorn bin, which held the popcorn that George wolfed down.

"Bye, Ginger," George said lovingly.

"Ginger?" Paul asked, bemused.

"Yeah! She was good to me! Better than you lot," George defends.

I try to stifle my laughter. We pile into John's crap car and drive away.

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A.N. Hey, my people! OK, not to sound rude, but you guys have left no comments whatsoever! I need feedback, so I can do better! Song of chapter- 1,000 years. So I'll update more often, I promise! Just, I don't have Wi-Fi, soo.. Bye! Luv ya!<3