Daydream Believer

Ticket to Ride

"Hey, Fellas!" Micky shouted through the door.

George groggily woke up just enough to reply.

"Wh-what is it?" He said nearly slurring his words.

"You have an hour left!" Micky warned as footsteps walked away.

Micky didn't need to specify what came in an hour. He already knew, and his heart jumped at the thought of it actually coming soon.

"Davy, Darling, wake up." George poked him on the shoulder.

"Hmmm?" Davy hummed while wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"I've got an hour left." George said softly.

Davy looked at him with an aware and widened expression. He couldn't believe this! He woke up almost immediately!

"Well, let's get on with it then!" Davy said setting off a mad rush.

George and Davy got out of bed and started getting dressed. George looked around on the floor for his outfit from yesterday while Davy was looking in his closet for his day clothes. George found his wrinkled clothes and sat down on the bed and began putting his dark blue and green striped shirt with his bright green pants on. Davy on the other hand, found his brown turtle neck striped at the neck and handcuffs. He hurried over to the dresser and began sliding on his dark brown jeans over his hairy legs.

Once the two were finished, they went to George's room and started packing his suitcase.

"Man, I can't believe this." Davy said while George was folding a pair of dress pants.

"Y'know, that it's actually here. That you're actually gonna go . . . It's gonna be weird without you here for a long well." Davy said with his eyes tearing up slightly.

"Well, I hope we can see each other on our travels again. . . but let's not focus on that. We have now together, and that's all the counts." George said with a slight smile.

He began placing his carefully folded clothes in his suitcase and placed his comb, toothbrush, deodorant and his handsomely smelling cologne in the side pocket of the case. Once he was done, He went downstairs with his luggage and placed it against the wall. He reluctantly went to the windows of the living room next to Micky's drums and picked up his jet black guitar case.

"I'll be back later, Baby." George whispered to his guitar while placing him with his other luggage.

Peter did the honor of making the last breakfast with everyone there. He made scrambled eggs with waffles just like he did with Davy on the first day together.

Everyone was sat down all spread about the living room. They were either at the table or the sofa and chairs. George, still recovering from his ankle, had to sit into the couch with his legs out.

Davy, George, Micky and Paul sat around on the couch eating their delicious eggs and mouth-watering, syrup drizzled waffles.

"Hmmmm! This is quite tasty!" Davy said with reaction to his overwhelmed tastebuds.

"Yes, indeed it is." Paul said with his mouth full.

George was too busy stuffing his face with his brilliant breakfast to say anything about it. Though his actions told everyone exactly what he thought of Peter's Waffles.

Time seemed to be flying away like a feather in the wind. It seemed like they just got here, and now the British lads must leave.

*Ring Ring*

Mike got up from his seat and picked up the rattling phone.