𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

ten

my eyes fluttered open to the soft sound of drum beating on a table rather close to me. i shot up quickly once i realised ringo was practicing on the coffee table across from me.

"ritchie? what time is it? what are you doing? where's george-"

"one question at a time please i am not your answering service." he said, still focusing on the drum sticks.

"fine. where's george?"

"he and sir pink robe headed out to the doctors early this morning. jane took them."

why didn't they ask me?

"oh." i said, quietly. i was hoping ringo couldn't tell by my tone the effect that statement had on me.

i know jane and paul are public, but i must admit it makes me quite jealous knowing george didn't even bother to ask me to come along, let alone wake me up to take them. hell, i've known both of them longer than jane. i've cleaned their bathroom for christ sakes.

"i knew i shouldn't have told you. you're jealous, aren't you?"

"jealous? no! why on earth would i be jealous?"

"well," he said, finally putting his drum sticks down and coming over to sit next to me on the bed. "i remember when george kissed you a while back. what ever came of that? i mean, do you still have feelings for him?"

"it was just a kiss. really. he's nothing more than a friend, rich. i'm fine, i promise."

it hurt lying to ringo. but i had to be loyal to the promise i made.

"okay." he muttered, not really convinced. just as he got up, the door flung open.

"well, well, well! i figured you must've gotten a bit hot and bothered last night so you came crawling into georgie's room, but i certainly didn't expect you to hit one off with ringo this morning." john smirked, crossing his arms by the door post.

"did you ever think your snoring was the reason it was near impossible to get any sleep?"

"that did cross my mind, yes. but then i thought, snoring must not bother you if you came to ringo's room."

"hey! i don't snore."

"you snore." john and i said in unison, causing the both of us to laugh while ringo stared us both down.

"well come on then, i'm near starvation and i thought we could catch a bite before i start collecting my social security." john said, holding the door open. ringo joined him quickly, whereas i hesitated a bit. both men now stood at the door waiting for me.

"i haven't even gotten pants on yet just... give me a minute." i said, stumbling out of bed. i pushed my way past the two of them and headed for the door i had sneaked out of last night.

"don't keep us waiting, chelley!" i heard john call as i locked the door behind me.
i immediately reached for my dress and began to search for my makeup.
once i was somewhat pleased with my appearance, i jogged out of the room as quickly as i had entered.

"ready."

after listening to ringo and john bicker about useless topics for an hour over brunch, i was growing impatient waiting for the other three to return from the doctors. i had made sure to leave a note on the door of paul and jane, surely they'd relay the information to george.

"i think i'm gonna go get some air. i'll be right back." i announced as i got up from my chair, feeling a bit insecure about my current relationship.

both lads stopped their chatter and looked to me in utter confusion.

"i'll come with you." john said rather sternly.

"you don't have to," i started, hoping he'd get the hint i wanted to be alone.

"i could use some air too. ringo over here is suffocating me." he joked, pointing his thumb behind him to ringo who was still seated.

"oh, shut up. michelle, be a dear and take him out for a minute? i need some silence after listening to his theory on why the US government is gonna band together and take the world down." he said, motioning his hand to the door. accepting i wasn't going to be alone, i followed john who was already on his way to the door.

"why are you being pissy? i know you, chelley. is it george?" john asked as we made our way around the corner of the building where we could hopefully do so much as breathe without a hundred pedestrians walking by.

"actually, yes." i started, snatching the newly lit cigarette from his hands and taking a drag from it. "he and paul asked jane to take them this morning instead of me. what kind of rubbish is that? i mean honestly, i've known them both much longer and george is... mine." i said quietly, looking down.

"a little paranoid, are we?"

"i know it sounds stupid, i do. i guess there's just a part of me that's forever going to be a bit envious of jane. i mean she's beautiful, john. really beautiful, and i-"

"bloody hell, are you serious? how many times do i have to tell you there's literally no reason for you to be this insecure. jane looks like every other bird everybody's been with. she's got the personality of a wooden board," he stopped for a moment and tossed his hands in the air. "i give up. what do i have to do to make you realise how special you are?"

i looked at him in utter shock, not knowing at all what to say.

before i had a second to think, john had grabbed my face with his hands. he touched his lips to mine as he pressed me against the brick wall. i pulled away quickly, my cheeks burning with heat.

"chelley,"

"i can't talk to you right now i'm uh- i'm sorry i'll go pay for the food." i rambled as i turned quickly and headed for the restaurant.

i now had two of the lads wrapped around my finger. i had kissed two of them. i had become the exact person i dreaded becoming. i was no better than a groupie who hung around them just for sex. i needed to leave.

to make matters so much worse, the trio i had been anticipating all morning were now sitting at the table as well.

as soon as i opened the door, george turned to me. he looked so much better than he did yesterday. his face fuller and skin flushed with more colour. he got up quickly and joined me at the drafty entrance.

"i missed you this morning. if you had been awake i would've dragged you along." he smirked, giving me a quick peck after checking to make sure no one was watching.

i didn't kiss back.

"i'm going to the auto repair shop once we check out of the hotel." i stated, completely ignoring his comment.

"what?" that was all he could muster out.

"i need to get on with my life, george. this wasn't supposed to happen. i'm supposed to be gone by now. i've overstayed my welcome and i see that now." i began to explain, but i had stop because i felt my throat begin to choke up. tears were now forming in my eyes.

"it'd be better for everyone if i left."