September 3rd, 1960

10:17 a.m.

Paulie, what time do we have to head over to the Indra?"

"Not until eight." He whispered, pecking my lips lightly as he sat up on the bench. He had taken me sight seeing, and we had decided to take a rest when we got to the park.

"Look at this man..." he chuckled lowly, pointing over to a strange looking man.

"What about him?" I giggled, slapping his hand down so it wasn't as obvious who our attention was on.

"He looks like someone who eats 'is toothpaste or something."

I laughed, resting my head on Paul's shoulder as he chuckled. "You're a wack-a-do."

"Excuse me? I'm not the one who runs about not wearing knickers." He shouted, his already large doe eyes growing wider as his smile quivered from trying not to laugh.

"Paul!" I squealed, clamping a hand down over his mouth and looking around to make sure no one had heard him.

"Paul!" He mocked shrilly, pulling my hand away from his mouth to place a delicate flower like kiss on my wrist. I bit my lip trying not to laugh, "you sound like you sucked all the helium out of a balloon."

"Better watch that pretty mouth of yers..." he drawled playfully, twisting so that he faced me completely.

"Why?"

"I just may 'ave to put it in check if you don't." He teased, running his thumb over my lips and letting it rest lightly on my cheek.

"How would you do that?" I asked breathlessly, watching him smirk as his forehead rested on mine.

"You really want to know?"

"I'm curious..."

"Mmm..." Growling lowly, he leaned in pressing his lips down forcefully onto mine in a fervent kiss. His hand playing in my hair as his lips moved with mine before I pulled away to breathe.

"You've got no idea how long I've waited to do that." He mused, his now swollen pink lips brushing the skin of my neck.

"P-Paulie, not here..." I pleaded forking my fingers through his hair, and looking around to make sure nobody in the Park was watching us.

"Why not?"

"We're in public." I stated, looking directly into his hazel orbs that glistened in the overcast haze of the sky.

"Want to go back 'ome and we can do whatever?" He cocked an eyebrow, tugging me up off the bench.

"I never said yes, y'know?" I giggled, walking along beside him.

"Too bad..." he teased, winking down at me as his arm slithered around my waist pulling me closer to him.

///

8:00 p.m.

We waltzed down the street to the club hurriedly, Paul opening the door and pulling me inside with him.

"Just come backstage when yer done in the loo, darling.

"Ok." I nodded, watching his lips upturn into a smile before quickly peck my lips.

I grinned, pushing my way through the crowded little club heading towards the bathrooms. Turning the corner, and pushing the door open slightly before I felt a hand latch onto my elbow.

I gasped quietly, my eyes growing wide before the person pulled me back towards a corner and spun me until my back hit the wall.

"Where 'ave you been?" George spoke, his voice raspy from his constant coughing. His grip on my arm tightening slightly as his tired brown orbs clouded with emotion.

"With Paul." I answered, blushing slightly as I began recounting the events that had happened.

"Paulie, You've got to stop..." I moaned, wincing slightly as his teeth sunk into the skin above my collarbone.

"Ok." He panted, smiling as he sat up and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. I giggled, I had never seen him with such messy hair. He was a sight to behold at the moment : messy hair, puffy bright pink lips from kissing, heavily lidded eyes, and his chest slightly heaving from our previous activities.

"What're yer laughing at?" He grinned, moving so that he was no longer sitting astraddle of me.

"You, you just look thoroughly pleased is all."

"That's because I've only been snogging with a gorgeous little thing for a little over an hour." He chuckled, running his finger from my neck down to the nook of my bra making me shiver.

"Are you cold?"

"No, are you?" I quipped, watching goosebumps rise on his arm under my finger.

"Mm, no, 'm far too warm if anything."

Chuckling, I sat up buttoning the front of my blouse back up as my legs swung off the bunk above the ground.

"Lay with me..." Paul requested, tugging at my hair lightly.

"Cuddle?"

"Of course...." he grinned, placing a quick kiss on my cheek before pulling me tightly against his smooth chest.

"All day?" He growled, glancing from me to Paul who stood on the stage tuning his instrument.

"Yes, and I don't see why you'd care, you've probably been out chasing blondes and -"

"Jacqueline, I 'ave every reason to care! I'm supposed to be the one that looks after you and you've been out doing god knows what with 'im!" He whispered sharply, glaring over at Paul.

"You're not my parent..." I muttered, looking away from him and across the room.

"That's not the point!" He snapped, his face red as he wiped his nose quickly.

"Then what is?"

"I-I..." He faltered, his grip on my arm lessening and his eyes now cast down to the ground.

"Hm? Tell me the point then George." I pressed, tilting his head up to look into his eyes.

"We'll talk about this later." He assured, reaching for my arm to drag me with him.

"What are you doing?"

"Yer coming with me, and yer not leaving until I do." He replied, pausing his gait as his eyes narrowed at me.

"What is your deal?"

"Don't argue with me..." he muttered, throwing the curtain that covered the entrance to the back stage area back, and stomping up the remaining two stairs.

"You sit 'ere, and don't move until I come back." He ordered, pushing me back gently until I sat in the chair.

I huffed, rolling my eyes as I watched him walk over a collect his guitar to go out on stage. We were no longer together and he wanted to know my whereabouts at all times.

My heart fluttered slightly, part of me thinking he still cared. I sighed, quickly deciding against it. I had told him yesterday I still loved him and he didn't say it back.

I had to move on, George obviously didn't want me anymore. Watching them play, I rested my chin on my fist as my eyes glazed over George.

I grinned, his leather ensamble making him look more dashing than he'd ever looked before. I turned my head quickly, looking away when he peeked over his shoulder at me. He smiled slightly, the bottoms of his fangs showing.

Mentally cursing myself, I glared at him as he continued to grin at me. He had caught me ogling at him and he knew it. He winked, his brown eyes glistening as he played away on his guitar.

Scoffing, I bit down on my lip in an effort to keep from smiling as he continued to steal glances at me over his shoulder, a big toothy grin every time.

"Stop!" I mouthed, grinning slightly as he continued to look back at me. He shook his head, sending another wink my way making me laugh. It was nearly impossible for me to stay irritated with him.

I switched my gaze over to Paul, watching him flawlessly belt out the lyrics to Bésame Mucho. Smiling when he turned to shout something to John, and grinned widely at me.

George now narrowed his eyes at me, shaking his head quickly before looking back out at the audience.

///

September 7th, 1960

9:37 p.m.

Sighing, I rested my head down onto the cool surface of the bar. The smoke and loud noise not at all helping the headache I had going on. I could probably leave at anytime but George had pretty much forbade me from leaving his sight.

Tilting my head up I peered slightly over my shoulder when I heard a pause in the music the boys were playing. Pete and Paul were arguing about something while George glanced at me quickly and nodded.

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, I watched as he fiddled about with changing the strings on his guitar before being startled by a sharp jab to the ribs.

"Scare ya?" John leered, his eyes following mine which continued to rest on the younger boy.

"Yes..."

"Are you ok, Jacqueline from America? You seem down."

"I've just got a headache is all."

He cocked a eyebrow, patting the top of my hand before motioning to the bartender.

"Let's 'ave a drink then, yeah?"

My eyes widened as I glanced at his milky brown eyes, "It'll only make it worse."

"But it'll get yer mind off scrawny little Geo - two brews please." John spoke, turning to face me when the bartender hurried off and came back with the order.

"I don't still think about him." I lied, grinning when John lifted my hand that held the bottle to my lips to make me drink.

"Yer a terrible liar."

"Am not..."

"Are so." He sneered, nudging my leg with his before going silent for a moment as we both guzzled down our drinks and he motioned for more. My eyes drifting over to where George sat on the edge of the stage every once in awhile.

"You still like 'im?"

"What? No, of course not..."

"Come on now...tell Johnny from Liverpool."

I giggled, "I - yes John, I do."

"We need to make 'im jealous..." John stated, scooting closer to me and lowering his voice to a whisper.

"What for? He's moved on now, he doesn't -"

"Ah-ah, that's where yer wrong. He bitch's to me about you and Paul nonstop, he's close to the edge but needs a little more pushing."

"But what're we going to -"

"Jus' leave it to me... Johnny has a plan." He mumbled, smiling before sliding off the stool he sat on.

"I'm going to ask Paul if your his girl and you say yes if he asks you to be."

"What about Paul's feelings when he finds out this plan?" I asked, afraid of hurting his feelings a second time.

"He'll get over it, but you stick by me and you and George will be back together in no time." He winked, looking over his shoulder at the other boys who stared at him from the stage.

"Bartender!" He shouted, catching the mans attention, "give me little girl 'ere anything she wants on the menu and put it on me tab."

"John, what're you -"

"Part of the plan dear, they're already scratching their heads..." he whispered, quickly patting my shoulder.

"If you want this to be believable you've got to act like yer enjoying every second you spend with Paul, so drink up."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, quickly peering over his shoulder at George and Paul who stared cluelessly at the back of John's head.

"Positive, now stay 'ere and act absolutely infatuated with 'im and don't leave until I get back."

I nodded, still a bit skeptical of what was going to happen. I watched him walk back up the stairs and receive inquisitive looks from two of his mates to which he simple responded to with a grin.

When they had finished everything and packed up their stuff I did as John said and remained at the bar waiting for him.

"How's me favorite girl? Is your headache any better?" Paul whispered, jumping up onto the stool beside me.

"I suppose so..."

"Let's get out of 'ere then, hm? I'll nurse you back to health." Hazel eyes glistening as he spoke every word as gently as possible. His breath hitting my ear as he breathed making me wince slightly, as he curled a piece of hair around his finger.

"Don't you think you should stick around with the boys a bit?"

He frowned, cocking an eyebrow at me before licking his full pink lips, "Don't you want to go with me?"

'Not particularly, no...' I thought about to open my mouth before remembering what John had said to me earlier about pretending to enjoy every second with Paul.

"Sure." I grinned, watching his lips turn upwards before he slung his arm around me to usher me backstage, despite my plea's to wait for John.

"Jackie and I are going back to the shitehole!" He hollered, pulling the curtain back to see John guzzling down a bottle of bourbon and a unhappy George.

"Going to do a bit of shagging are we?" John asked, his gaze jumping from me to Paul as George glared over at me.

"No, she's got a headache and -"

"I've got a bit of one myself, I'll head back with you if you don't mind." George seethed, standing up and putting his guitar into it's case before standing in front of Paul and I.

"Splendid idea! Macca, why don't you let these two go rest and hang out 'ere with me?" John spoke, giving me a quick wink before looking back at Paul.

"Jackie, is it alright?" Paul inquired, reaching out to hold my hand in his.

"Of course, you two go have fun." I smiled, my eyes narrowing slightly when Paul leaned forward to kiss my cheek.

"I'll see you later, darling..." he mumbled, pecking my cheek one last time before heading off with John, and I meandered home silently with George.

"Do you want a painkiller?" George asked quietly, setting his things down by the door and coughing into his elbow.

"No, I'm ok, do you need anything? It sounds like you've got a chest cold."

He shook his head, coughing once more before crawling under the blankets on his bed, "no, I'm just going to sleep."

"Oh, ok." I nodded, somewhat disappointed he didn't want to talk.

"Yeah..." he paused, the wooden frame of the bunk creaking as he rolled over onto his side, "goodnight, Jacqueline."

"Sleep well, George."