All My Loving, Lucy {Beatles Fanfic}

Chapter Seven

11/2/12- Happy Friday! Today was such a good day. Till some instagram Beatle roleplay stuff happened. x]

11/3/12- Happy Saturday. Nothing happened at all. ._.

11/4/12- Happy Sunday! I think I lost my voice. -_-

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My eyes fluttered open.

John?

His eyes were open; he was awake. His arm was around me. Weren't we in bed? I blinked. I wasn't efficient in the morning.

"Morning," He grinned. I smiled back sleepily.

"Good morning John." I stretched and slid off the bed. I felt John's eyes on me. "Paul and Ringo are coming by," He stated. I turned around.

"How do you know that?" I took a brush off the drawer and combed my hair, eyeing John in the mirror. I was way too comfortable around him. Except for when he decides to visit me while I shower.

John tapped his head.

"Ah," I said. "Are they coming now?"

"Soon," He replied, and within seconds the bed was made.

"You're quite useful," I chuckled as I headed into the closet to change.

"I know." John called. I stared at my closet. I pulled out a dress. It was the white one, the one I wore when I, er, 'retrieved' John. It practically glowed in my hands. I threw it on.

I ate the breakfast John made me once again. I washed the dishes. A knock came on the door. My heart raced. John already opened the door. From. His. Seat. I was still getting used to the whole telekinesis thing.

"Ello, old men." He said non-chalantly. Ringo laughed. Paul chuckled. "Don't be rude, John." I warned.

"It's fine, it's fine." Paul said. He walked into the kitchen. "Lucy, we have another mission. It may be a little too soon, but we don't have much time. Do you want to do this?"

"Do what?" I say as I close the dishwasher. I wanted details this time. "The same thing you did last time with John. But this time, someone else."

"George." I said, remembering his name. He was dead too, for now. I shuddered. "Why are we doing this? Isn't it wr-"

"So you don't want to do it?" Paul checked his watch. I sighed.

"Sure, whatever, I'll do it. I mean, no one else can right?" I wondered why. Maybe because I'm fresh and new and young. Or maybe because I'm just pretty.

"Alright." Paul said. He nodded towards Ringo. "You coming John?"

"To what?" John smirked, as if he didn't already know.

"I'm pretty sure he is. Let's get this over with." I interrupted.

I followed my professors to the simulation room, with John at my side.

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~I don't know how, nobody told you,

They bought and sold, you~

"Who's that?" I asked as I sat down in the big obvious metal chair I sat in a couple days ago.

"It's George!" Ringo exclaimed, lighting a candle. There were several green ones, and one yellow. They smelled like nature.

~I look at the world,

See the love there that's sleeping,

While my guitar, gently weeps~