"Well," John piped in. "I've always wanted to visit America---"

"You three aren't joining us." Yoko finished. "The surgery's already expensive and I can't afford three more heads."

"What?" Paul exclaimed, his half-eaten ice-cream melting in his hand.

"Paulie I haven't even fucking decided yet!" She slapped his shoulder.

"Ow, you didn't have to hit me Rach." He pouted, rubbing his 'poor' shoulder. He turned serious. "So, it's just the two of you then? How do I know you won't hurt her again?"

"Paul..." Rachel groaned. "Paul I haven't even decided yet.."

Yoko shrugged. "I won't." She turned her heels. "Call me when you made a decision, Richard."

She gritted her teeth. "It's Rachel."

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She was going to America.

Fan-fucking America.

"Georgie?"

He turned to her. To his beautiful angel. "Yes Rach?"

She was biting her lip. "I-I don't wanna leave London if it means l-leaving you.."

"Rach..."

His heart skipped a beat. He pulled her into her arms, hugging her from behind. George placed his chin on the top of her head.

"Your surgery's more important." He kissed the top of her head. "Think about it luv, you'll finally be comfortable in your own skin. Isn't that what you want?"

"B-But..."

"I'll wait for you right here in Penny lane, Rachie." He squeezed her hand.

She smelled of vanilla and coffee from the breakfast joined they went to. George kissed her cheek. God knows when will be the next time he'll be able to do that.

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"I am going with you."

"Paul---"

"Don't Paul me, Rach. She's obviously planning something. She always does," He scowled. "Bloody she-devil."

"Paulie, I'm a big girl now." She protested.

Paul raised an eyebrow. "You're short."

Rachel snorted. "Gee thanks for totally not crushing my self-esteem." She hugged him. "I'll be fine with her Paulie. It's jus' a couple of months---"

"A couple of months?!"

She widened her eyes. "Okay maybe not a couple of months, maybe one or two at the most---"

Paul went into the bedroom. "That is it. I am packing my things."

Rachel whined. "Paaaulll!"

Too late. He had already tossed his shirts and sweaters into a big suitcase.

"I. Am. Going."

She crossed her arms. "You. Are. Not."

Paul sized her up. "Whether you like it or you like it I am going with you to America."

"Macca," She tugged on his sleeve. "I promise I won't let her hurt me, all right?"

Paul sighed. "Alright, but make sure everyday you Skype---"

"I can't skype on the bloody surgery Paul."

"At least Skype us and text and call and Viber----"

"Paul!"

"And iMessage, Messenger, Facebook, Twitter, Gmail----"

She laughed. "Paulie," She took a hold of his shoulders. "I'll be fine, I promise."

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"I always wanted to go to America," John pouted.

"Come on John, you heard her. The surgery and bloody plane tickets are expensive enough." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey," He said. "I haven't exchange numbers with you yet."

"Oh yeah..." Rachel realized and fished out her phone, typed her password and handed it to him.

"How old were you in this?" John began swiping the photos. "Oh my god!" He started to laugh.

She shrieked. "Johnny gimme back my phone!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Or what?"

She pursed her lips. "I'll... I'll... I'll sit on you."

"Really--- oof!"

"Now give me back my bloody phone, John!"

John grinned at her. "What about, no?"

She's so cute when she's mad, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest.

She crossed her arms. "Then I'm not getting off."

"Whatever," He raised his arms to his head and relaxed his head on it. "I like this position." He smirked. "Kinky."

She blinked. Then her cheeks flamed up.

"S-Shut up," She mumbled, looking annoyed as ever. "Jus' give me my phone back, Johnny."

"Sure." He tossed it, earning a horrified scream from above. It landed on the opposite couch.

Then one thing led to another.

When she got off, their legs tangled together and they landed on the carpet.

John opened his eyes to see blue eyes gazing at him. Their faces were two inches apart. She was panting, face red. Her lips were slightly parted. John almost lost it when she licked her lips.

"Johnny," She muttered. "Y-You're heavy..."

"O-Oh," He immediately sat up. "Sorry."

She pushed herself up and fixed her hair. "It's fine, John." She stood up, got her phone, and went out of the room.

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Jawn Lemon: stuart fucking sutcliffe

Jawn Lemon: im so fucked

Stu-boo: what do u mean?

Jawn Lemon: its kinda a long story

Stu-boo: go ahead m8 im not holdin u back

Jawn Lemon: have you heard about gear's new girl?

Stu-boo: that rachel starkey girl? isn't she pauls flatmate or something like that

Jawn Lemon: yeah about that

Stu-boo: wait

Stu-boo: dont fucking tell me

Stu-boo: john u fucking bastard

Jawn Lemon: fucking help me dammit

Jawn Lemon: shes heading to america next week

Jawn Lemon: i dont know what to do

Jawn Lemon: george and paul would kill me and i like paul and rach and fuck i dont know what to do stu

Stu-boo: choose 1 already

Stu-boo: you cant have both john and u know it

Jawn Lemon: i like paul i rlly do i love him even

Jawn Lemon: but i cant just get rid of her in my mind

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"Mum?"

"Oh Rachel, you called."

She felt relieved that she called her by her true name. Rachel leaned against the wall, Martha asleep on top of her feet.

"What's with all the sudden change, mum?"

She heard Yoko sigh. "I want to make it up to you. I've... I've been trying to, Rich--- Rachel, I do. I love you so much my baby. If Brian was here... He'd... He'd be so fucking proud of you.."

She felt tears prick her eyes. "I love you too mum. I'm sorry for running away with Paul..." Her hands shook a bit. "I'm sorry for everything.."

"No baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been such an ignorant bitch. Will you forgive me, Rachel?"

A small smile formed in her lips. "Of course, mummy."

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