What. Thirtieth chapter what.

Anyways

PART TWO OF LE TRIPLE UPDATE

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"Now you look like a lady, not an extra lion in the Lion King's movie set." John grinned.

Paul rolled his eyes and nudged him aside. "I'm digging the wavy bob, Rach."

"Ta." She replied with a smile. "Thanks Adam."

He nodded. "Don't mention it."

"Rachel I..." Pattie lowered her gaze to the tiled floor. "M'sorry for being rude to you a while ago."

Rachel glanced up and saw George give her a reassuring look saying "It's all right".

"Hey, don't be like that." Rachel cheered, making Pattie look up. "It's fine, really."

The blonde gave her a surprised expression. "Are... Are you for real? You'll forgive me that easily?"

She shrugged. "Why not?"

"I... I was a bitch to you."

Rachel smiled at her. "I've met worse. Now Pattie, let's jus' be friends, alright? Peace and love?"

That was when Pattie realized why George fell in love with her. No, it wasn't because she looked pretty in the outside but she was beautiful in the inside. She had this... this sweet attitude.

Something Pattie didn't really have.

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A splutter. A jolt. A pop sounding like something broke and the car skidded into a stop.

"Shit," John cursed, turning the key in the ignition again and agaim before giving up.

"Nice. Just nice, John." Paul sarcastically said. "Good thing we're in the middle of fucking nowhere, with less than two bars of service!"

John glared at him. "I didn't expect the fucking car to just give up on me!"

Rachel frowned, giving a quick glance at her sleeping boyfriend. He was snoring peacefully.

She didn't want some nonesensical banter to wake him up. "Guys..." She called out softly.

"You could've at least checked the engine!"

"Guys."

John's cheeks turned red. "So you're saying it's my fault?!"

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. I can't believe this.

"Guys." She said, a little louder than before.

"Well, it wasn't me who borrowed the bloody hunk of junk anyway!"

"Stop fucking sticking the blame on me!"

"So what? You'll blame it on the fucking car, then!"

"Guys!" Rachel yelled, making George jump up awake. His head hit the top of the car with a thump! and by now, Rachel was sure he was fully awake.

"Ow!" He held the top of his head.
Rachel immediately turned to him instead. "You okay, boo?"

"Jus' the downsides of being tall," George gave her a reassuring smile.

Rachel gave him a sweet smile. "Want me to kiss it better?"

"A cuddle too?" George asked, grinning.

Rachel laughed. "Anything for you." She hugged him from behind and kiss the top of his head. She rested her chin on his shoulder. "Better?"

George laced their fingers together. "Better."

Rachel sighed. At least there was one person still sane in this "roadtrip".

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John and Paul weren't even arguing about the car, they were just hurling insults at each other. Rachel rolled her eyes, and in the corner of her eyes she saw a red building pop up at the distance.

"Hey!" She gasped, making the three men (if you consider them men) look at her. "I think that's a motel!"

"We could stay there until we get someone fix the car." George offered, eager to help his girl out. "Who knows... they might have wifi."

Paul perked up. "Wifi?"

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A bored looking woman sat at the reception desk.

"Welcome to the Red Hall," She drawled, making a pink candy bubble.

John snickered. "Red Hall? That sounds... shady..." He grinned. "Sexual, even."

The pink bubble popped. "It is. Well, used to be anyways. It was one of those BDSM love hotels or something like that."

If possible, John's perverse grin grew larger. "Macca, if I may suggest---"

Paul shot him a look. "No, you may not." John pouted at his reply. "Two rooms please. Probably close to each other."

The lady blew a bubble again as she tossed out two keys. "50 bucks a night. Or for you Brits, 50 dollars."

"I know what a buck is," Paul muttered, fishing out his wallet.

The lady didn't seem to hear it. "Also, yellow is mild, orange is average and red is extreme."

George cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean? And no, Paul, no singing."

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "You'll see." She smirked, chewing on her gum.

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"Isn't this exciting, Paulie?" John purred lowly in his ear. "You, me, a used-to-be love hotel?"

Paul bit his lip when he felt John's lips ghost over his neck. John smirked when he heard Paul's breathe hitch.

"I'm top." John's face fell a bit. Paul chuckled. "I'm jus' kidding, Johnny."

"Well," John kissed him, fingers already tugging on his shirt. "If you insist..."

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"Ow! Fuck! Motherfucker!"

"Language, Rach." George scolded with a hint of a smile.

"Ow ow ow ow..."

George looked up from his suitcase. "You okay there, angel?"

"I stubbed my toe..." Rachel groaned out, holding her poor little toe.

George went down and checked the black box where Rachel stubbed her toe in. It had a thick yellow stripe across it.

"What's that?" Rachel asked, going over to his side.

Yellow for mild.

He unlatched it and lifted the cover.

"O-Oh." Rachel stumbled out, eyes wide with shock. "So t-that what she meant by mild."

George cleared his throat, blushing. "Do you think we should check the other boxes?"

"I'm gonna take a bath," She turned. "Wanna join?"

George blinked. "What?"

She shrugged. "Would you rather wait here for two hours as I shower?" She grinned, yanking his hand.

"Well uh, if you insist." George said, smiling back.

She giggled. "I do insist," Rachel kissed his cheek. "Daddy."

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I uh yeah so

I haven't been well quick with my updates

But it's triple update so yeah

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