The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

You Like Me Too Much (Chapter 27)

"Ladies, let's head down to the restaurant. Our reservations are soon.' Cynthia says , smiling as she looks at me and Maureen.

"See you tonight, Carol." Paul says, smiling a bit as I smile back weakly. If he really doesn't want me here, he shouldn't pretend he does.

"So, you girls ready?" Maureen asks laughing as I smile. 

"Oh yes. I'm hungry." I say, making the girls chuckle.

"I hope you don't mind Carol, I invited Lucille as well." Cynthia says, making me raise an eyebrow. What the actual hell? How did she even know Lucille was here? John must of told her.

"Why?" I ask, making Cynthia frown.

"John said I should." Cynthia shrugs a bit and furrows her eyebrows a bit. "If you want, I can cancel Carol." 

"No, it's alright Cynthia. I shouldn't take out my anger at you or her." 

"What's bothering you?" Maureen asks, her brown eyes squinting slightly. 

"I overheard a conversation that Paul and John had. I'm probably just overthinking it." I say, shaking my head a bit and laughing.

"Don't let it get to you, Carol." Cynthia rubs my arm and smiles. I smile back and laugh. Cynthia and Maureen are both very kind.

"Can you walk, Maureen?" Cynthia asks. Maureen nods.

"Don't worry about me. If I can put up with Richie, I can do anything." I laugh a little at her joke and walk with the two of them into the diner. I look around the place, Christmas decoration everywhere. I sit down with the girls and smile.

"What are your plans for Christmas?" I ask, making Maureen look at me.

"Ringo and I are spending the day together." She smiles a bit and fixes her hair. She must really love him.

"John said something about a big party. I'm not sure." Cynthia says, laughing.

"You?"

"I haven't a clue." I state. I suppose it'll be with Paul although I wouldn't mind going to a Christmas party.

"Hello." The three of us turn to see Lucille looking down at us. Her eyes are red.

"Lucille." I say, squinting my eyes. Has she been crying?

I make room for her to sit next to me.

"You alright?" Maureen asks, aware of her eyes as well. I look at Cynthia as she pouts.

"I'm fine." She laughs a little and takes off her coat. A part of me feels a little sorry for her.

"Well, alright then." Cynthia says, smiling once again. "What shall we order?"

"I'll have a hamburger." I suggest as Lucille nods. She smiles at me and I smile back. I don't want to be rude if she's having a bad day.

"Me too."

I play with my hair as the light outside turns darker. I let my thoughts trail off to Paul and George, curious as to how they're doing right now.

"So, are we seeing the boys tonight?" Lucille asks, drinking some coke.

"If we pass by." Maureen says, taking and handing us our plates as we receive them from our waiter. We all start eating as Cynthia and Lucille discuss make up. I wonder if this is really the fun I want to be having tonight.

"That was good." I say. I clear my throat as the girls finish up with their food. We quickly pay for own dinner and head outside. The cold air stings me once more and I smile. I've always fancied the harshness of winter.

"It's this way." Maureen says, leading us to a concert hall. I didn't need her to lead us, as I can hear the boys playing from here. Paul is performing in front of hundreds of girls and he's all mine.

I smirk into my jacket.

"How will we get in?" I ask, as Cynthia and Maureen chuckle.

"Leave it to us."

After a few minutes of walking, I hear the music get louder. I cover my ears and scowl.

"Alright, go find Brian and tell him we're here." Maureen says as I scan the entrance. I find him talking to a young man, and I approach them.

"Brian?" I ask, causing them to both look at me. I pat down my skirt nervously and smile. "Can we get in?"

"Ah, Carol! Glad you could make it." He smiles, as he looks at the other girls and waves.

"Come in. It's freezing." He opens the door for the four us and allows us to enter.

"Wait." The young man says. "Mr. Epstein, this is the interview I need!"

I look at him as Brian raises an eyebrow. What interview?

"She's Paul's new wife and they haven't done a proper interview yet. This could make front page." The man continues. He better not be serious. I'm not talking to any reporter. I look at Brian who sighs. The other girls walk more into the venue and I lose sight of them.

"This is purely because you are my nephew, Keith." Brian looks at me. I try to avoid eye contact, but his gaze is so stern.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"I guess not." I sigh and pout. I wanted to see Paul before the concert ended.

"Thanks Carol." Brian smiles and kisses my cheek before joining the girls. I smile a bit at Keith and he smiles back.

"Let's go inside through the back." Keith says, walking before me so I can follow.

I hear the boys play Chains.

How ironic.