Hello, goodbye

I'm looking through you

    "Are you going to tell George?" John asked as soon as George left the recording studio to go to the bathroom. The others were smoking.
     "We aren't talking about this. This is between me and George," I answered without looking towards him.
     "Between you and George? George wasn't the one between your legs last night! This involves me," he argued, but I shook my head and kept my voice monotone.
     "It was a mistake. It didn't mean anything. Leave  it alone, John," I said, and he began to argue again so I raised my voice at him.
     "LEAVE IT ALONE!" I yelled, and George walked in wide-eyed.
    "Doll?" He asked, and I shook my head and calmed down.
    "I'm fine, love. John was just teasing me," I said, and he shook his head, unsure of wether or not to believe me.
"Oh, John, leave her alone!" He scolded, and shook his finger at John jokingly. That earned a few awkward laughs from all of us. I cut my eyes at John to make sure he got the fact that I didn't wish to discuss the previous night's events anymore. John uncomfortably looked away and I knew that I had gotten my point across. George sat down on one of the amps and patted his lap for me to sit down . I sat down on facing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I could feel John's eyes piercing my back all the while.
It felt good now, but I knew that it couldn't go on like this forever. I had to tell him.
As he was driving us home, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Last night, I went to John's house," I said, and just stared at the road ahead.
"Okay," he said simply, and he was obviously oblivious to what I was trying to tell him.
"That's not it. He kissed me," I said, trying to slowly ease him into it. His clenched his fists tightly on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.
"Okay, Rose. Let's not talk about it," he said, and I bit my cheek before continuing.
"That's also not it. We slept together, George," I said, and I was too scared to look over and see his reaction. He didn't say anything for a little while. I was expecting him to be angry, but when he spoke next his voice cracked and my heart broke.
"I can't believe you would do such a thing," he said quietly, and I'm pretty sure there were tears in the brim of his eyes.
"It was a mistake, I was sad. I thought you cheated on me and I was vulnerable. I needed someone to hold me, and well, he was there," I tied to explain myself, but I don't think he was really listening.
"And John is married!" George suddenly realized, and I fiddled with my hands, chipping off my pink nail polish.
"I am so sorry, George," I said, and he didn't respond, "George, please say something!" I pleaded, but he just shook his head.
"What do you want me to say, Rose? That it's okay? That it's fine that you shagged one of my best mates? It's not okay," he said, and I began to cry. I hate myself for crying. I didn't deserve to, I did this on my own will. I needed to face the consequences.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered hoarsely, but he didn't talk to me the whole way home. Or when we got home for that matter. We didn't talk for the rest of the night, and when it was time to go to bed, he went to his bedroom and I went to the guest bedroom. I had a nightmare that night, but I didn't go into George's room. I just listened to music. It's strange to think that just 24 hours ago, I was ruining my relationship.
And then it dawned on me: was I ruining their relationship? They were THE BEATLES. Was I changing the past, therefore altering the future? The worst part is that I couldn't remember anything my mom droned on about the Beatles, so I didn't even know what as supposed to be happening right now.