The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

A Day In The Life (Chapter 6)

Paul and I walk quickly down the steps to the kitchen as we hear Cynthia coughing with smoke everywhere.

"What happened?" Paul asks, handing Cynthia a glass of water and leading her out of the room. 

"She burnt some scarmbled eggs." Ringo says calmly, as I look over to George and John who are yelling obscene things to each other. I shake a bit as I get the burnt eggs and throw them in the bin.

"She can't cook at all! Everyday she burns something!" George yells to John as he scowls.

"She's trying, mate! Julian just wanted some bloody scrambled eggs and she wanted to make it for him. Piss off!"

George looks at Cynthia and silently drinks his coffee from the counter. He looks aggravated and annoyed, yet his eyes meet mine for a quick second. I feel my heart skip a beat as he averts his gaze back to John.

"I'm sure I could give her lessons some time. You know, I'm tired of having nothing to eat in the morning."

I watch George walk past me and I smell his fresh cologne as he coughs. Lavender, I assume, and I look to John. I'm not a big fan of it. George walks outside which I can assume is only to smoke a fag.

John sighs and looks at Cynthia. "You know Cyn, sometimes you're a real pain in the ass."

I wince at John's words to his wife, as she nods. "I'm sorry."

George walks back in, a cigarette on his lips as he announces that the limo is here.

I walk over to Cynthia to cheer up, but Paul drags my arm. I look to him quickly, but he shakes his head, almost saying do not get involved.

"We got to go, love."

I notice a sleepy Julian climb onto his mum's lap, and I look away. This is sickening.

"For now, Julian can give her comfort." Ringo says, walking out the door.

I feel awful as I follow him with Paul and John. I wish I could give John a punch to the stomach for what he said to her.

"Love, just forget it." Paul says, whispering in my ear as we both enter the cab.

I look down to see my feet as the car starts to drive, and George and John laugh at something Ringo said.

Is this how it normally is? I find myself being illusioned of how it feels like to be famous. I don't like the idea of having a rockstar husband, as I swear I would never marry one in my head silently.

I laugh a bit as I realise I'm going to marry Paul McCartney on Tuesday.

I bring my head up to see George looking at me from the corner of his eyes, and he quickly averts his gaze as he sees me notice. I continue to look at George as the sun gently plays off his hair. I smile, and look at Paul, who's focusing on the latest edition of Teen Talk. I look over thier faces and laugh. They're a lot more handsome in person.

"You can wait outside the studio." Paul says, looking at me from the magazine and smiling. "It won't take more  than a few minutes."

I nod, and smile as I join in on John's conversation about beaches. I try to focus, but my mind keeps going back to Cynthia. I hope she's alright.

The cab stops and we all walk out, and I hear screaming fans and paparazzi taking pictures by the dozen. Paul quickly takes my hand. He holds me close as I'm blinded by the lights and sounds from screaming fans. I look up at him and see him smiling, without a care in the world. I try to smile too as people take my picture and escort us inside.

"Those birds get louder and louder each time." Ringo laughs, as we're finally safe inside and I pant.

"You okay, love?" Paul says, looking at me. "I'm sure we'll be the headlines tomorrow."