Sorry if that makes no sense.
*
John waltzed into the main part of the suit, Sunny under his arm beaming like she’d just won the lottery. Brian moaned at the sight of them and excused himself from the room.
“Mornin’ Paulie” John chirped, giving his favorite sullen bass player and slap on the shoulder “Have we ‘ad Brecky yet”
“Yeah” Paul mumbled, gesturing towards the kitchenette
“Gear, you hungry love?”
Sunny grinned “I’m starved” she said
John winked at Paul who pressed his lips out into a further pout then before.
Ringo was stretched out on the couch and looked up at Paul then, his blue eyes shinning with compassion “What’s wrong Paul?”
“Nothing” Paul pouted
“You look like someone just took your favorite toy” Ringo joked
Paul looked down at him, nodding mildly that someone had in fact taken his toy, and then hung his head, whining in earnest.
“Ah, come ‘ead Paul. What’s wrong?” Ringo asked sitting up. Paul opened his mouth to tell him when Ringo’s gaze diverted to the opposite side of the room “Gabby!”
She was dragging a bedraggled George, still wearing his wrinkled clothes from the night before while Gabrielle looked fresh and pretty in floaty green mini-dress.
“Hey Ritchie” she grinned, pulling George over to the couch.
“I’m getting a cuppa, you want one, luv?” He asked standing up from the couch. George promptly landed face first in the cushions that Ringo previously occupied.
“Georgie’s hung over” she giggled nervously to Paul.
He nodded, no longer pouting but blank.
Not blank enough
“Don’t be daft McCartney” she sighed, shaking her head “Won’t work, get over it. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not saying anything”
George lifted his head and peered up at Gabby “I think America melted your brain Gab”
“I think you’re a miserable git” she shot back
“Oh, well at least I’m not a miserable git with daft cow eyes”
“At least I don’t look like an androgynous fool who doesn’t even know it”
George thwacked her thigh “Big words, student, too many syllables for a stupid guitar player”
Gabby scoffed swiped at the back of his head. George reached out for her again but she danced away from his hands laughing and giggling like a child.
Paul watched the exchange with a funny light in his eye that started off sad and ended up amused. Meanwhile Gabby bumped into Sunny.
“Oh sorry” Gabby giggled “Sorry…”
“I’m Sunny, no problem” Sunny laughed, holding out a hand to shake
“Ta, Gabby, nice to meet you. How do you know Johnny Moondog over there?”
“Oh um, I’m a reporter…I was interviewing him and we hit it off” she blushed
“Ah…” Gabby said, nodding but looking apprehensive. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Uh huh” Well, what did she expect. Married John and Cynthia would be no different from Dating John and Cynthia. He would cheat on her and she would welcome him back with open foolish arms.
Sunny shrugged “So uh… how did you meet them?” she asked
Gabby blinked “Erm… well let’s see… er. George, he introduced me to Paul and John on a bus while they were deciding on whether to not to let him in. And Ritchie, I met in Hamburg”
Sunny’s laughed “I thought George likes Blondes?”
“Redheads actually” Gabby nodded
Sunny frowned “But you’re a brunette”
“Yep…”
“So…”
“Oh!” Gabby exclaimed, laughing, embarrassed “Er… no. George... uh.. no. We’ve been friends since childhood. We’re not like that”
“Ok” Sunny said “Maybe I can interview you sometime? It would be interesting to know what they were like before they were the Beatles”
“Sort of the same” Gabby shrugged “They’ve always been like this. They always knew they were going to make it too. Well… Paul was always doubting it. John knew. John’s a special bloke though…”
Sunny grinned “Yeah he is”
“Oh, you two did hit it of?” Gabby laughed
“How about that interview?” Sunny asked, her eyes following John ashe came over to them.
“Sure” Gabby nodded “I mean… talk to Brian first…”
Paul grabbed Gabby’s elbow, “I want to talk to you” he hissed in her ear.
She groaned and rolled her eyes at Sunny and John. “Scuse me, mate. James needs a *word*”
Paul pulled her out of the room and into a bathroom. Gabby’s arm was tingling from where he was touching her. That wasn’t normal. No wait… yes it was. She always got tingly from Paul. Because Paul was the sexiest man she’d ever met. A smile fell upon her lips despite the fact that they were going to have a serious conversation. In a bathroom.
With condoms and false teeth on the counter.
“Look Gabby, I …. What Why are you smiling”
She cleared hr throat and tried to look somber “I’m not” she hummed, before busting up laughing.
He waited for her to finish and then started an obviously rehearsed monologue. Gabby watched how his beautiful eyes bounced around his head nervously and his tongue flicked out of his mouth every now and then and she wanted o kiss him…
“Look, Gabby. I… you and I… I really appreciate what we have. And I missed you like hell and you know… maybe I’m not in *love* with you and I know you don’t love me but here’s the thing we can’t be together *Together* especially not now with everyone watching and all. But fuck, I want to fucking be *With* you. It isn’t fucking fair. I just… I want to be your friend but I,” he reached out and played with the sleeve of her dress her arm tingling where his touch flittered across her skin. “I mean, you’re… you’re oh… you’re great. Just, um. The best. You know…. Bloody gorgeous you are. Anyway… the point is we-“
Gabby grabbed his hand and shoved it aside before leaning forward onto his lips. Paul made a resolute ‘mmmmph’ sound and let her kiss him until they need to come up for air. He wound his hand in her hair and sighed heavily.
“Fuck you Gabby”
She laughed “Paul. Stop driving yourself nutters over it.” She pulled his hand up in both of hers “Friends. Best friends even” she added “Who find each other attractive”
He kissed her “I find you attractive” he mumbled
“Yeah?” she grinned, looking up at him from under her fringe.
Paul held her face in his hands, his thumb tracing her cheek lightly “Yeah”
She giggled and cast her eyes down shyly “Erm… ok good.”
Paul kissed her on the cheek “Are you coming to Liverpool with us?”
“Of course. I haven’t seen me dad yet… or Shaz or Cyn or” she held her hands to her chest and cooed “Ickle baby Julian, ooooh….”
“Yeah” Paul nodded “Cute kid. Looks nothing like his dad of course”
“Of course”
