Hello, goodbye

Anna (go to him)

When I told the boys, they were all in a state of shock. They all didn't seem to want to believe me, but were forced to because there is no other way I could've known the song considering John only had a copy in his head.
     "Are we going to make it a long time?" John asked, and I felt uncomfortable answering that.
     "I don't know when or why you break up, but as for the Beatle's legacy, you are still talked about today- well, in my day, I mean," I said, and he nodded thoughtfully.
     "Are we still alive?" George asked, and I felt it best not to answer this. I knew for a fact that john was dead, I remember my mom being heartbroken about it whenever one of his songs came on, but as for the rest I had no idea.
    "I don't really know," I said, and Ringo looked at me with a confused look. (I just realized Ringo hasn't really been a big part of this story at all. Whoops)
"I thought you said we were still current?" Ringo questioned, and I thought of how to phrase what I wanted to say.
"You aren't exactly current, as much as you are timeless. Everyone has heard of the legendary Beatles. You basically paved the road for modern musicians," I said, and then realized I may have said too much.
     "You are always so poetic. It's like reading a story of a thousand words when you talk," George said, and I stared at him in confusion.
     "What does that even mean?" I asked, and I couldn't help but laugh.
     "I don't know; I just thought it sounded distinguished-like," George responded casually, and john jumped in.
     "George Harrison, the scouse of distinction," John joked, and we all laughed at the reference.
      "Are we all okay then?" I asked, and they all exchanged glances.
      "Yes, I think so," Paul said quickly before anyone else could say anything.
       Once everyone was leaving, George approached me.
       "Hey Rose, would you like to come back to my flat? It's quite lonely without you, I do miss you so," he said, and I laughed. He was always one with words.
     "That sounds absolutely lovely," I said, and went to tell Paul that I was going to George's.
      "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Paul said, and I told him that I was a big girl that could fend for herself, "Okay, well have fun, and don't get into trouble," he warned, and I rolled my eyes. He wasn't my mom, and it made me laugh to seem him act like it.
      "Bye, Paulie," I called as I was leaving, and I raced to George's side.
      "So what were you saying before you passed out? Something about promising Paul something?" He asked, and I cringed, I didn't want to admit to him what me and Paul talked about, but it seemed like I would have to.
     "Oh, well he thinks that I'm playing with both of your hearts," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible, while saying something that was so un-causal.
      George stopped walking at turned towards me, making direct eye contact while taking both of my hands in his.
     "What if I want you to play with my heart, Rose?" He asked seriously, and I felt myself blush immensely.
     "George..." I started, but he cut me off.
     "No, seriously. I want you to know that I'm here for you always, no matter what you decide," he said, and it made me feel much better to have him support me. Unlike Paul who told me to push my feelings down and forget them, but no matter how much I wanted to forget Paul, I couldn't.
     I thought of both of them, and I knew this war raging on inside wouldn't be over anytime soon. Not as long as Paul McCartney and George Harrison walked this earth with me.
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Sorry for the CRINGE chapter guys 😐