𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

nine

just as jane and i were checking out of the shoe shop near the venue, ringo rushed in rather frantically. with a concerned look on his face, he didn't even have to say anything to jane and i. we knew to follow him out of the shop.

"what is it, ritchie?" i nervously asked.

"it's george and paul. we were getting hungry during practice and we decided to order some food and we think they may have developed food poisoning. i'm not sure yet, but the two of them have been heaving for an hour now." he looked utterly disgusted. "we canceled the show."

"oh, gross." jane commented. "well, i suppose we oughta get back there. i can't imagine you and john are the best nurses." she said, looking to ringo.

"we're staying in a hotel tonight, then early tomorrow we should be on the road again." ringo explained as the three of us walked back to the bus that was still parked outside the venue.

"put george and paul up together. no one needs to catch that." i said, mainly to ignore any suspicions of george and i being an... item.

"no it's okay, it's best if i stay with paul. through sickness and through health, right? i just didn't think he'd be leading off with sickness." she laughed, jabbing me with her elbow.

ringo was right, they looked horrid. he and john were gathering up the equipment and loading up the bus while jane found her way to paul.

he's still your friend. it won't be weird if you help him.

i took in a deep breath and walked up to george who was currently sitting on the steps of the tour bus with a bucket in between his knees.

"you look like hell."

"why thank you, baby. i feel like it too." he smirked weakly, sliding over a bit so i could sit.

i plopped down next to him.

"baby? does that mean this thing is official?" i smiled as i began to scratch his back.

"i suppose so." he said, leaning in to kiss me.

i quickly put my hand to his lips.

"what do you think you're doing? not only are we surrounded by people, but you've been hurling for hours now!"

"maybe just a little,"

"absolutely not, harrison."

as i rubbed his back, jane found her way to us with paul hanging behind her almost like her ill child.

"i think this one is worse off than you, geo." she said, tilting her head to paul.

"i saw that coming. he ate a lot more of those shrimp balls than i did."

"i guess that means no italian tonight, then?" i laughed lightly.

"i could possibly make room for breadsticks-" paul began.

"no. you can not make room for anything other than saltines." she said sternly. "perhaps we could reschedule this little get together?" she asked, circling her finger around the four of us.

"what get together?" george asked, now standing up beside me.

"we have a double date planned, moron. keep up."

"shut up, macca! that's pretty big talk coming from a man with a pink bath robe on."

"hey! jane made me change out of my suit and this is all she had in my... size."
paul squeaked, trying to defend his wardrobe.