Paul was certainly acting guilty. And being way over affectionate. It was just annoying, she loved him and everything, but when she work up around noon with a pounding headache all she waned to was go back to sleep for a bit more. Paul insisted on kissing her awake and the being all cuddly till she kicked him out of bed for waking her up.
He then pouted for an hour till she was ready to se lever. Then he was all kissing her while she got ready, and hugging her from behind while she put her make up on, and subsequently stabbed herself in the eye with the mascara wand.
They got in a Taxi headed for Abby Road and he cuddled up to her again. She let him, not because she *enjoyed* Paul being cute and spouse-y and affection ate or anything like that. No…nononon. But it was raining (as it was England) and she was cold, and Paul was all warm and soft and lovely and smelling like sugar.
Surly he was not turning Jane into some three way love triangle. God no, not that. Gabby could see how he might do that. Well best put a stop to it.
“You don’t have to choose Paul” she said suddenly.
Paul had both arms around her, his jacket smelling like sugar. His hair was falling into his eyes. He was being way to attractive again. “What?”
“You’re creating some strange thing in your head, I can see it” Gabby explained, twisting her hands “You like Jane. You like Jane a lot. So date Jane. Sleep with Jane, just so long as she doesn’t have syphilis and you give it to me. Because frankly my dear, you can still have sex with me, as I have no boyfriend.”
“mmph” said Paul
“What?” Gabby asked “Have you suddenly developed a conscious or something? If you didn’t want to have sex with me anymore that’s fine. But there’s no need to go all weird-y like you’re going. Jane seems nice, she can be your girlfriend. I am, as we have previously stated, just your friend”
“Jee thanks” Paul muttered, he buried his face in her shoulder. Oh god, she moaned internally.
The taxi let hen out at Abby Road Studios, Gabby had not been there before but she liked it instantly. The tiles in the hall way shone happily up at her and the doors to the studios seemed to be bursting with music. There was something exciting going on here, she could feel it.
The receptionist was a tall skinny girl with bobbed auburn hair and a sprinkle of freckled across her pert nose.
“Hello Mr. McCartney” she said cheerfully typing away.
“Hi Eryn” Paul grinned at her and gestured to Gabby. “This is Gabrielle”
Eryn beamed “Oh, I’ve heard a lot about you, I have.” She nodded “Sometimes I come in to hear the sessions or something when Mr. Martin lets me, but mostly I’m just a message taker. Oh… and Paul Peter Asher has been ringing around for you… something about a bet you owe him?” Eryn shrugged
“If he calls again will you let me know?”
“Sure thing, Paul” she winked and then went back to her typing.
Paul led Gabby down a short hallway to the studio. George’s voice was floating around, singing some song about d’you want to know a secret. Gabby rolled her eyes at the pathetic cover.
“That was bleeding ‘oriible” she said when it’d finished.
John’s laugh resonated around the room. “Fucking too right. Gabby get in ‘ere and give us a kiss” He and George were standing in a center room with guitars round their necks and mics set up in front of them. George was pouting.
“Wasn’t that bad, was it?” he asked an older man in the booth.
“Once more” the man said kindly, Gabby took him to be George Martin.
“Finally decide to join us?” asked Ringo, coming up with a cup of tea and a fag. He kissed Gabby on the cheek.
“Tea break!” announced John, as he and John came into the room. “Ringo’s had his. Lock ‘im up with his sticks” he gave Gabby a prim kiss. “Long time no smell”
“Very fucking Funny Lennon” she laughed
He flicked at her blue skirt. “Oh, I simply must get me one of these Gladys, it’s all the rage”
“It is, isn’t it Hazel, I mean blue isn’t your color though”
“no… no…” John dithered off “Paul wrote another song about you”
“I did not” Paul snapped.
“Woah, don’t be so quick” Gabby said, patting him softly on the shoulder.
Paul’s face changed “I didn’t mean that… I mean I just don’t…” his eyes were all soft and daft.
Gabby groaned “Fuck me Lennon, Paulie’s been like this all morning, I think he’s menstruating”
“Or pregnant” Ringo nodded “He looks a bit pregnant”
“Fuck off” Paul sneered
George laughed “Has Gabby gone and got you preggy?”
“Oh yes, I’m just spawning all over the place” Gabby giggled
George Martin popped his head in “Right, tea break over, lovely to meet you Gabby but they must get back to work”
“Oh yeah” she nodded “I’m just here to watch” she dropped a wink by George and he laughed winking back.
John caught her arm, ginning manically “Macca’s gone a bit off the deep end fer you, luv” he said in a low voice “Of course, he says ‘All My Loving’ is about his dear Janie, he’s gonna maintain that forever… but we all know” he winked “That it’s yours, that one and “I Saw her Standing there’”
“Fuck off Lennon” she whispered “We’re just good friends”
“Hey” John quirked his eyebrows and strummed his guitar a bit “Did I say you lot were anything more?”
