At seven thirty a.m. exactly, Paul came home. He saw Maria drawing on the couch, and he was suddenly very glad he'd brought George along with him. He'd said he wanted to go home, but no one was at his house and they were all gonna end up at Paul's anyways and George seemed a bit down lately.
Maria looked at him and smiled, "Weslyn is ignoring you." She said smirking, "So don't expect a cake and a home coming kiss and all that fun stuff." Paul made a pouty face and she smiled back at him.
"Well I'm gonna go and say hello to her anyway." He winked at her and he went into the kitchen where Weslyn was making breakfast. He poked his head back in suddenly, "Oh and George will be in in a mo." Maria's eyes got wide and Paul chuckled as he went into the kitchen completely.
Maria sighed. Why was he so sure that would freak her out? Should it freak her out? George knew she was coming. He knew why she was coming. He offered to let her stay in his guest room. He even told her where to find the extra key to his house while he was still on tour. She hadn't really meant to stay at Weslyn's over night after all.
Judging by the reaction Paul had to her sitting on the couch, George had probably told the others she'd be in London for work. Maria didn't find this a surprise, but she was glad none of the boys had told Weslyn.
George walked in and sat on the couch next to her without a word. She looked at him, waiting for him so acknowledge her presence but he just looked at the TV as it played some kind of cartoon. He wasn't going to look at her, and she really felt he didn't have to. He knew she was there. She scooted over to him and he put his arm around her as she leaned head against his shoulder slightly. She looked back to her drawing and they stayed silent for a little while.
George was probably tired of talking and hearing people talk to him, and Maria didn't want to engage in a conversation he didn't want to be a part of so neither of them said anything. They could talk later.
"Oh come on Wes," Paul said pleadingly as she lead the way into the living room. Paul was trying to get her to talk to him, but she was ignoring him completely. Maria watched them as Weslyn handed George a cup of tea and she handed Maria a bowl of grapes.
"Oh thanks, how'd you know I was hungry?" She asked putting her sketch book down on the coffee table in front of her.
"Eh when you know someone long enough..." She said laughing lightly, "Anyway, George are you hungry at all?" George shook his head and Weslyn sat down on the couch on the other side of George. Paul flopped next to her and he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry I didn't call, Wes," he whined, "Please forgive me. I never got the time!"
"Ringo called his girls every night." George said sipping his tea. Paul glared at him and Maria laughed.
"You could have called her, Paul." She said tossing a grape in the air to catch in her mouth. "Even I talked to George a couple times." She smirked and Paul sighed.
"I said I was sorry," He said looking at Weslyn only. She looked back at him for a moment before she turned to George and smiled.
"Are you sure you aren't hungry?" She asked him. He laughed and shook his head.
"No, Paul stopped at Tasha's on the way here and I got something there." He said getting up from the couch. Maria fell over into Weslyn like a domino and she moaned.
"Why'd you move?" She groaned. George looked back at her and grinned.
"Sorry," He said, "But I gotta get home anyway. I have a cat to feed. Tasha was feeding her while I was gone, but I told her not to worry about it this morning." Maria got up and collected her things quickly. Weslyn frowned and grabbed George's cup and Maria's bowl as she stood herself.
