Random Beatles One Shots

Food

(George's POV)

We were sitting in an interview, and the questions being thrown at us were just a tad too personal, and we were all biting our lips. Well, then there was me, biting my whole cheek! I was pretty sure I wasn't actually making a hole in my mouth, but then I realized this was a fanfic, so really anything could happen. 

I put my tongue in my cheek and I felt an actual hole. Somebody asked me if I was a vampire, and I said no, and then I realised what was happening. Here I was, literally eating through my cheek and I said I'm not a vampire!

A bit later I stuck my tongue in my cheek again and I felt cold air. Oh dear. I quickly rested my head in my hand to hide it and told Ringo, who told Paul, who told John. None of them believed it, until they looked over and saw the blood seeping through my fingers. 

Paul quickly stood up and said,"We have a gig so we have to go, thanks and bye!" Everyone left, except for us. I looked over. We didn't have a gig, but Paul was looking at me like he was my mom. I was grinning sheepishly, even though it hurt like crazy. Paul said,"How in the world did you do that?!?" 

I said,"I was just nervous, y'know?" 

"Come ed, let's get you a bandage" he took me by the hand and led me to the door and found someone standing there. he asked her where the ice was.

She only said,"Oh, it looks fine, just stop bleeding, will you?" and walked away. We looked at each other and just decided to go to our hotel and think of what to do. We got back and locked the door and I stepped into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and I saw that the hole was bigger than I thought it was, In fact, it looked like a second mouth! I went into the kitchen and I looked in the fridge, to see if there was a brownie or two from yesterday. I found a cookie, so I put it through my cheek and started eating it. John was looking at me like,"that's me boy" and Paul said,"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???" John and I burst out laughing, causing my cookie to fall on the floor. I stared at it for a second and then Ringo leapt up and ate it!

I looked over and said,"Ringo, you know that was in my mouth, right?"

"yes," he smiled at me and swallowed it. 

"okay, well that was a little weird. Paul, have you figured out what to do yet?" I asked.

"yeh, let's call Dr. Robert,"he suggested, and went over to the phone. a while later he came in and stitched it up, and it grew back to normal.