When I woke up in the morning, I wasn't feeling so hot. My limbs were achy, and it felt like someone had just run a marathon on my back. I rolled over onto my side, and nearly crashed to the ground. Paul McCartney, of the Beatles, was laying right next to me. He was sleeping peacefully and soundly, his arms tucked behind his head. How long had I been here? And was Charlotte still present?
I padded quietly out of the room, hoping to find Charlotte plopped on the couch, being lazy. Instead, I found George faintly gnawing on some unknown food item. Is that all he does? I snorted and advanced toward him. He hardly looked up; he raised his chin as a form of backward acknowledgement. I almost waved, but then I remembered that he wasn't looking at me, so he wouldn't see my hand. Well, jeez! He surely wasn't a morning person!
"Morning, George," I uttered, eyeing the slim figure on the sofa. He appeared to be ignoring me. Either that, or he was really interested in what he was munching on. A minute later, he turned his head, as if checking to see if I was still standing there. Well, I was, whether he liked it or not. He exhaled, and finally turned his body around so that he was completely facing me.
"Morning, strange bird!" John called from the bedroom on the left side of the living room. He stretched theatrically, still wearing his striped pajamas. I must say, he made them look incredibly sexy! Had he just called me a strange bird, though? Why was he calling me a bird? Obviously I was a human girl! Was he really that tired, or was he completely blind?
I glared at him from across the room. "Morning, John." I thought it would be impolite to mention his choice of words this early in the morning, so I dropped it. He and I weren't getting along so well. Honestly, I didn't know any of the boys that well, except for Paul. If I may say so myself, I feel that I know him too well for just meeting him last night at one of their concerts...
Ringo suddenly danced out of the bedroom that he and George shared. Charlotte followed close behind him, nibbling on his ear. My stomach churned. Why were they being so...lovey-dovey? That kind of thing was simply adorable, but not for people like Charlotte, who took it too seriously. Then, the cuteness was ruined, and it left people with a sick feeling in their stomachs. That's what happens with me, anyways.
"Morning, everyone!" he sang, spreading his arms. "It's a lovely morning, don't ya think?" Charlotte giggled, winking at me as she passed by. I nearly gagged. Sure, I was glad that she had found someone as sick as she was, but I didn't want her to go breaking his heart. He was just a kid, after all. Okay, so I know George was the baby of the band, but Ringo acted the youngest, since he was somewhat immature for his age.
George and John exchanged a look, guffawing loudly. I had never heard George laugh like that, but it was kinda sexy! The boys glanced down at me quickly, but immediately averted their eyes. I felt a bit offended, but I tried not to let it get to me. After all, why did I care what they say about me? I mainly care about what Paul says...
"Someone just got laid!" John yelled as Paul came from his bedroom and kissed me tenderly. I blushed a deep red and ran from the room.
I usually didn't do that, but I hated John!
