Chapter 14: 

    I woke up, with an arm wrapped around my waist softly, as I started to open my eyes I realized that was not a good decision. I couldn’t back out of waking up now, I stretched and it seemed as if my muscles throbbed as bad as my head did. I slipped from Paul’s grip and stepped over the boys on the floor. I went into the bathroom and right on the counter was a bottle of hydrocodone, a very low dose, and a note that read “Hangover medication. Take one!“ but I recognized the name since my friends had given it to me before for when I was feeling really bad. I took a pill and brought it with me to the kitchen where I took a water bottle out and used it to swallow the pill, plus my throat tasted like crap. 

    I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 3pm. Shit. Well that’s what I get for not going to sleep till 6 or 7 in the morning. I decided it’d be nice for the boys to wake up on their own so I went into the house more to find an empty room. The first room I saw off the kitchen had a sock over the door handle so I decided to not bother that room. I went up their large marble stair case and looked in the first room, it was a bedroom that looked like it was a guest room. It was a medium shade of blue green that made me relax, a big bed with white sheets and covers, but the pillows were in all different shades of blues and greens. The walls were covered in black and white photography and there was a small record player in the corner with a couple of records beside of it. The wood pieces were a medium oak color. 

    I decided to try and stay up, even though I was freezing, but at least the headache was going away. I listened to a record or two and debated whether I should go downstairs or not. After awhile I decided on yes, but I’d try not to wake them up. I tip-toed down the marble stair case and walked into the kitchen, maybe I should make their hung-over butts breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen I saw a figure sitting at the table holding his head and drinking water. 

    “There’s medicine in the bathroom.” I said softly knowing how horrible he- whoever he was is feeling. 

    “Emily?” A groggy voice asked and I made it out to be Ringo as I came closer. 

    “Yeah. Do you want me to go get you some?” I asked slowly and walking out knowing it’s probably a yes. 

    “Would you please?” Ringo asked putting his head up slowly and trying to smile but I saw how bad it hurt him. I walked into the bathroom took a pill out and brought it back to Ringo. 

    “Thank ye so much Em.” Ringo said swallowing the pill I nodded at him and told him that he should start to feel better any minute. I started to take out the stuff I would be needing to use to make them breakfast. Once Ringo started to feel better I’d start making breakfast. 

    “Why’re ye up so early?” Ringo asked me, in an almost normal voice so I took out a pan and turned it on. 

    “Early? Are you kidding me? It’s almost five.” I said laughing and then noticing it’s almost five I should just order something. 

    “Then why’re ye cooking breakfast?” Ringo said with a big grin, almost reading my thoughts. I turned the pan off and put all the ingredients back in the fridge. 

    “Fine, once it strikes 5:30 I’ll call in for pizza.”  I told him and walked over the table he was sitting at. 

    “Awesome. I love pizza.” Ringo said with another big smile “So how was your night?” He asked me with a sly grin on his face like he knew something I didn’t know. 

    “Fine. Drunk. Why? Did something happen that I wasn’t aware of?” I asked and I suddenly saw his grin drop. He didn’t say anything back so I panicked. 

    “Richard? What happened? Tell me.” I said to him and he looked up to me with sad eyes, but not in the way as he was sad, but he was sad to know or be in the situation. It was an empathetic sadness clouding his blue eyes.

    “Well you know how you asked me about what happened to George last night?” Ringo asked and I nodded my head not wanting him to stop telling me. “He wasn’t okay. He came to me crying and I didn’t know why, I thought maybe it was because he was drunk and he couldn’t say anything other than that he wanted to go home. So I called Hennery to come pick us up and I asked to borrow the keys to Mick’s house explaining what happened. So I took him back here, but he kept going on and on about how much he loves you and how much he needs you, how much he wants to kiss you again. I asked him what he meant by that and he told me that you’re happiness in a person, that shines light on his life. Then I asked him about kissing  you and he said it was only a couple of times but, that’s when he felt complete, in heaven, and totally happy. I don’t know if it was just because he was drunk that he felt that way or if he really feels that way. He cried and the passed out.” Ringo said to me explaining everything, which shocked and saddened me. 

    “Ritchie, the other day he tried to kiss me. He asked me why I didn’t. I’m with Paul. I don’t know what I’m doing or why this is so hard.” I said to him and put my head into my hands. I hate this. 

    “Why does it seem hard?” he asked me. 

    “It’s like whenever I take a step further in life I get pushed back 2. Or whenever I progress with Paul, George gets hurt.” I said, trying not to let a lot of emotion show through but my voice quivered and there went my cover. 

    “Emily-” Ringo began to say but I cut him off. 

    “Why is this so hard? I thought you guys made a pact or whatever that no one would try and break us up. I want to make everyone, including myself happy. And that’ll never happen will it? I’ll tell you why he was crying; I caught him in the act of making out with some other girl and trying to get things done in the bathroom. That’s why. When Paul and I were making out and stuff he stopped us from going any further because I was drunk and he didn’t want to do something that I’d regret in the morning. I could not tell you right then and there if I wanted to or if it was because of George or if it was because I was sad and lonely.” I whisper yelled the whole thing, except the last part where my voice would not stop quivering remembering the events that took place last night. 

    “Shhh, Emily, it’s okay.” Ringo said pulling me close and rubbing my back. I put my head into his shirt and let a few tears escape. “You shouldn’t be going through this. I’ll try to fix things.” Ringo whispered in my ear and he held me closer till I stopped crying. 

    “Are you okay?” Ringo ask and I looked up at him and nodded my head.

    “Yeah, I should be alright.” I told him and he gave me a tiny smile. 

    “You wanna go out and pick some food up for tonight and I’ll buy you a pint of ice cream in case you want to cry and talk about your feelings.” Ringo said and smiled at me as I laughed about what he said. 

    “Deal. I don’t think anyone’s up.” I said and grabbed the keys off the counter and Ringo left a note incase someone woke up. 

    “I’m driving!” I said walking up to the drivers seat and hoping in. 

    “I pick the music!” Ringo says with a big grin on his face. 

    “Of course Ringo.” I said and started the car, as I was pulling out the long driveway away from the huge house, Ringo switches the radio on and turns it on some station, where the Radio man finishes his sentence with “Love this new album! And the boys!” and a song starts playing going like: 

“There were bells on a hill

But I never heard them ringing

No, I never heard them at all

Till there was you

There were birds in the sky

But I never saw them winging

No, I never saw them at all

Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn and dew

There was love all around

But I never heard it singing

No, I never heard it at all

Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn and dew

There was love all around

But I never heard it singing

No, I never heard it at all

Till there was you

Till there was you” 

    Ringo had started singing the song and I started singing along too. I knew the song I could just not think of were I heard it from. 

    “Why is that song so familiar?” I asked Ringo, after the song ended. 

    “You seriously don’t know when a song is written about you, do you?” Ringo asked and I knitted my eyebrows together. “Take a right here.” Ringo told me showing me the way to the grocery store which was right beside their favorite pizza place. 

    “WAIT! YOUR ALBUM CAME OUT!!!!?!??!?! WHY WASN’T I THERE FOR THIS?!?!?!” I asked astonished that they had already put it out, we had been home for one, maybe two, weeks and they already put out their album? 

    “There was no big celebration. If anything it was last night, we didn’t do anything important that day.” Ringo said and laughed to himself. 

    “When did it come out exactly?” I asked him knowing something must be up. 

    “The 22nd.” Ringo said grinning and it made me laugh because we had dinner at our house with Brian. They didn’t mention anything of the sort. 

    “DO YOU KNOW WHAT TODAY IS?!” I asked excitedly and he kind of looked at me in a crazy way. I pulled into a parking space and put the car into park, taking the keys out of the engine. 

    “No, why what is it?” He asked me confused but he still seemed happy. 

    “It’s the first day of December! Only 25 more days till Christmas!” I told him, I’ve always loved Christmas, nothing bad has happened on those days for me. 

    “YAY! Well we better go buy some eggnog then!!!” He told me and we both exited the car, and walking to the door and through the revolving door. 

    “I love this place. The owners know us and treat us like normal people. So do the employees.” Ringo informed me and led me to the ice cream section where he got 5 different kinds and a bottle of eggnog. We then went in and bought five large pizzas, thanks to the money some guy at the party gave George because he thought he had to pay for drinks, which made me laugh. 

    By the time we made it back to Mick’s place it was 6:45. Some people that really didn’t matter had left already but everyone else was still asleep in the same position they had been before we left. We put the pizza on this big glass table in the living room with plates and glasses with drinks. We woke all the boys up, Ringo went first to get George and save me the trouble. 

    “Paulie wake up.” I said sitting beside him and I noticed him flutter his eyes and shut them quickly trying to pretend like he’s asleep. 

    “Paul, I know you’re awake!” I said laughing and I could see him trying not to grin. 

    “Oh no, Paul’s sleeping beauty! Maybe a kiss will wake him.” I say grinning and kiss him on the lips while he tries to grab me down, I push him off and laugh. 

    “Come on Paulie. I got your favorite pizza. Only if you help me wake these other boys up.” I tell him giving him a pouty face. 

    “Fine, fine. Come on.” Paul said noting everyone asleep in the living room. I guess a hang over wears off if you sleep for ALMOST 12 HOURS. 

    “Mick, Mick. Wake up.” I say and he groans at me. 

    “Come on, I bought pizza and it’s almost 7!” I tell him and he starts to get up with a grin on his face. 

    “Goodmorning then love.” He said moving into a sitting position and kissing me on the cheek since I had been in a crouching position right beside of the couch. 

    “Seven at night” I tell him rolling my eyes, if we fell asleep at 7, how would I wake him up at seven? 

    Soon all the boys had been woken up and we sat around eating pizza, with music playing in the background, while we talked about how our night went. 

    “I think we’ll be going home tonight.” John said, after they invited us to “some crazy fucking party at this abounded club” 

    “Yeah, I really want to sleep in my old bed.” Ringo said and I looked over to where he was sitting, he was beside George, who hadn’t spoken a word to anyone while being in the living room, he just sat there eating his pizza in a slower motion than usual looking off into space. I starred at him for awhile as if it’d help me figure out what he was thinking about. I thought of everything he could be saying to himself mentally and I got lost in my thoughts about his thoughts. 

    “Emily does too.” I heard someone say which pulled me out of my thoughts. 

    “Hm? I do what?” I asked looking around the room not really knowing who had said I do something or what it was or why. 

    “You know how to play guitar.” John said, not really paying attention that I had blanked out, but Paul had. 

    “Emily. Are you okay?” Paul whispered into my ear, nuzzling my neck with his mouth as his hands trailed up and down in my back, almost motherly like. 

    “I’m fine.” I told him and turned aro und to smile at him. 

    “Promise?” He asked, still sounding worried. 

    “I promise Paulie.” I said laughing a little at him, knowing no one was paying attention to our conversation -- let alone hear it. 

    “We should get going shouldn’t we?” Ringo asked out loud, after more talking and pizza. 

    “Ay, we must be on o’r way out.” John said agreeing and standing up, Paul, Ringo, George and I followed with John, standing up. We thanked them and said our farewells and left. Ringo and George sat up front and I stayed in the back with Paul and John, thinking and looking out the window till I fell asleep. 

    “I think she’d fallen asleep.” Ringo’s voice and the buzzing of the engine stopping awoke me from my sleep in the car, but I still kept my eyes closed.

    “Don’t you wake people up with the smell of dirty socks?” John said and you could hear evil smile on his face. 

    “No you’re stupid” Paul said laughing to hard “You use that when people faint I think.” Paul said finishing his thought. 

    “Oh, well maybe tickling her will wake her up!” John said loudly and I suddenly felt hands on my waist. I shot up as soon as I felt them, flaying my arms and legs around yelling at them “Stop!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!!!” I cried out, not even being tickled just the cold hands on my waist freaked me out enough to get me out of my sleepy state. 

    “Calm down Emily, it was just John!” Ringo said in between laughs, everyone was laughing about how  I freaked out. I just pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. 

    “Awh, Em’ly. I didn’t mean to scare you.” John said about two minutes later when the laughing stopped. 

    “Sure you didn’t. Why are we just sitting in the car anyways?” I said in a light hearted voice to make sure they knew I wasn’t mad. 

    “uh, I dunno. Ay’ let’s go ins’de.” Ringo said and we all started to get out of the car, unlocked the doors and were welcomed to all the presents Paul and I had brought in last night.

    “Wow, are these all for us?!?!” John asked with a huge smile on his face, like a kid on Christmas morning. 

    “Yep!” I said not even knowing what’s in any of them since I hadn’t looked in any of them, I smiled thinking of all the possibilities

    “LETS OPEN THEM!!!!!” John yelled and picked up handfuls on presents and brought them over to the biggest couch. Paul and I picked up our share of gifts. 

    “We’re gonna go get the cameras!” Ringo said, grabbing George with him and into another room. I laughed as I helped John and Paul bring all of the presents over. 

    “We’re back!” Ringo and George yelled together shooting pictures of each other with the cameras. They looked like parents again on Christmas morning. 

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    After almost two hours of opening presents, John and I had collected tons of condoms, money, weed and other things including artwork, journals, books, poetry, records and tons of other thing.  I could tell the boys had told them what I was like because some people had even given me hand made and store bought jewelry/cloths. George and Ringo had gone through a role of tape each. 

    “Hey, you guys, what-” I ask, but soon get cut off sitting crisscross on the couch having Paul on my left and John on my right, Ringo sat beside Paul and George sat beside John after coming back from putting the camera roll away. 

    “No.” John said simply without any explanation. Why’d he just cut me off and say no he didn’t even know what I was going to say. 

    “John” I started saying chuckling but again I was cut off. 

    “You’re not going to sleep. I’m going to find an escort. When I’m back here alone, which will be only an hour or so, if you are not awake you’ll suffer the consequences.” John said with an evil smile on his face, after finishing his sentence leaving out of the door, grabbing his jacket off the couch. 

    “What does he mean by an escort?” I ask confused, not knowing if I had even heard what he said right. 

    “Sometimes John gets lonely….” George says to me drifting off with the sentence hoping I would catch the drift and I did. 

    “Ah. No need to explain.” I said light heartedly. As I glanced over at Paul he had a disappointed look on his face. 

    “Ay’ I’m gonna go make some tea. George, ye wanna help me get snacks?” Ringo asked getting up and George just nodded his head, going to the kitchen with Ringo, leaving Paul and I alone in the living room. 

    “Paul, are you okay?” I asked worried due to the fact that he hasn’t moved or said anything just staring off with a blank expression. 

    “Hm? Oh yes love.” Paul said changing his blank face into a small smile. 

    “Are you sure, is there something you want to talk about?” I ask him and I see his face turn into a questioning look as if wondering if he can trust me. “Paulie you know you can tell me anything I’ve seen you do a lot  of things, I’m not going to judge you.” I tell him and he pulls me closer. 

    “I’m just worried about John, ye know. He’s not as tough as he seems, actually he’s like a big teddy bear. Sometimes he goes out and it scares me ye know. What will he do next. What will happen?” Paul said holding me closely, his voice cracking some but never letting tears escape down his face. 

    “It’ll be okay, Paulie talk to him about it if you need too. Maybe we could find him a girlfriend so he’s not with random girls. But yeah I have noticed he’s not so tough.” I say and this earns a laugh from him. 

    “I mean he’s met girls he’s liked but he never goes for them” Paul tells me and I laugh at that statement. “What?” he asked me confused to why I’d be laughing. 

    “Paul, you know John isn’t the time of guy to just settle for any other girl. He’s a Beatle, a famous musician, who’s going to America! He could have any girl he ever wanted. He’ll never settle for less than he deserves, I won’t let him. To bad you did though.” I tell him sticking out my tongue a little bit, he looks at me very sad and confused like.

    “Don’t say that. I didn’t settle for less, I settled for way more than I deserved. You’re beautiful, anybody would be the luckiest guy to have you. And I just happen to be the luckiest guy. You’re adorable, and I couldn’t help but stare when I first met you. You make my heart skip a beat and my stomach fill up with butterflies. You’re perfect in everything you do, I’ll never be up to you.” Paul whispered to me, his breathe close on mine, sending shivers down my back. I was starring deep into his chocolate brown eyes, the ones I loved when I first saw, and he was starring right back 

    “I love you.” Paul said breathing out and I couldn’t help it anymore. I pulled myself more so into his lap and in the same motion put my arms around his neck. We kissed, I pulled him closer, closing any distances that had been between us. Paul bite my lip softly and I turned putty in his strong arms, until I heard the sling door open, signaling they were close. 

    “I love you too, very much.” I said pulling away from him and repositioning myself so my head was in his lap. He stroked my hair slowly, both of us catching our breathes. We did finally by the time Ringo and George reached the couch. 

    “Hey, Emily. Wake up, I’ve got ye some tea, no need to worry.” (A/N hahahahahahaha that rhymed! sorry I didn’t mean it to) Ringo said and I sat up from Paul’s lap and took the cup quickly, sipping it and waiting for the caffeine to kick in. 

    “Thank you guys so much.” I said with a big grin on my face trying to show my appreciation for them. 

    “You’re welcome, I don’t think we mind doing things for beautiful girl like yourself” George said, grinning showing his little vampire teeth, Paul didn’t react to it, no one really did, but then I noticed why; he whispered it, not too soft to where he had to come close, but soft enough that Ringo and Paul, who were in their own conversation, couldn’t hear us. 

    “Can I borrow a fag?” I ask him quickly not knowing what to say but seeing he’s taking his pack of cigarettes out. 

    “Sure thing.” He said passing me one, I put it in my mouth, “Need a light Emily?” George says smirking, and I finally remember ah that’s what I need to do.

    “Yes please.” I say turning towards him, I put a hand around the cigarette so he can light it easier, but he takes his free hand and puts it over mine to light it. “Thanks.” I say and take a long drag of the cigarette, while he lights his and does the same. 

    “So are you excited for Christmas?” Ringo asks out of the blue, getting my eyes off of George. 

    “Oh yes, I love Christmas time. Even if sometimes it was just my father, my grandparents and I and of course my friends.” I say reminiscing on the memories. 

    “You don’t have any plans yet do ye?” Paul asked me with a serious almost worried look on his face. 

    “Maybe I’ll visit my Grandfather sometime soon. Dona’s coming down but before Christmas and so are some other friends I think. I might go visit my father, but that’s all I think. Why am I going to leave the house? I can if you want me to.” I tell him, knowing I’ve been missing my father and grandparents lately, so I could see the reason behind not wanting me to be with them then. 

    “No, no, no. of course not, we’d prefer it actually. We wanted to try and have Christmas dinner or some big dinner, at our place, here.” Ringo told me. 

    “Yeah, my family has been dying to meet you.” George admitted and the look on his face showed that he really regretted that he chose that to say. 

    “So has my family and Paul’s!” Ringo says saving George’s ass completely. I saw George mouth “Thank you so much” to Ringo and he just nodded. 

    “Ah, ye they do. So what do you say?” Paul asked me, with a huge grin on his face, which is contagious, I smiled back up at him “Sure, why not?” I say and they all cheer, Paul kissing the side of my face, then wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. 

    “Do you think John will be okay with it?” I ask, remembering the lack of his presences and not wanting to intrude. 

    “I’m sure he will be” Ringo said, barely finishing his sentence before the door swings open. 

    “ ‘Ello!” John exclaimed, probably thinking we were asleep. 

    “Ah! Speaking of the Devil!” George said smirking, looking over at John, who faked laughed, rolled his eyes and then strolled over to where we were sitting. 

    “How is everyone?” John asked sitting on the glass coffee table in front of me. 

    “I’m doing good.” I say sitting up and pulling away from Paul a little so I wasn’t leaning on him. Paul, George and Ringo all joined in with good. But John had this stupid smile on his face and you could tell something was up. I narrowed my eyes at him. 

    “What is it? Tell me Johnny!” I say getting closer to him with big eyes, fully out of Paul’s grip now. 

    “What is what?” John asked with excited eyes, as he talked nonchalantly, with a playful grin on his face. John’s a mess. 

    “Come on you fooking bloke! We know something’s up!” Paul exclaimed. 

    “Fine, you arse hole.” John said to him and then looked at me, “Of course not you Em.” John said and reached into his pocket, I was confused to what he was doing, until he pulled out his keys and I became even more confused. 

    “What are yo-” Ringo asked in the confused tone, my voice thought it. 

    “Ah, shuddupp. It’s on the landing.” John said walking towards the door, and opening it up. After a minute he came back in with a wrapped box. 

    “I got you a lil something.” John spoke with a huge smile on his face, while walking over. He sat back down on the coffee table and shoved the box in my hands excitedly. 

    “What is it?” George asked and John just shhhh’d him, telling me to open it. I untied the purple bow and slowly unwrapped the shiny silver paper. The first was a book, a book I had actually been interested in for awhile now and I looked up at him with an open mouth, wondering how he knew. 

    “Keep going.” John told me, I moved the book and underneath was a white box, I opened it softly and saw bubble wrap, I undid it and what was lying in the middle of it was a glass bowl- the smoking kind of course. It was palm sized, maybe a little bigger. It was all clear, but it was the type of glass that will change colors once you smoke out of it. Next to that laid a note, I undid the fold and read it. 

            Dear Emily, 

        Happy birthday! You’re in the hospital right now, and I’m sorry that you’re just now getting this. Well love, I hope it’s as fucking gear as you are! I’m glad we all met and just to let you know if it wasn’t for Paul and George… and well Ringo, those three blokes, I’d be after you right now. But Paul and George love you and I know enough to not get in 

between their love, especially if they’re going against each other! Well birdy you’re beautiful, I hope you enjoy the book and haven’t bought it since I have and I hope you clean the bowl clean so we can take it to America without getting stoped! And now instead of getting high thinking of me, you can get high thanks to me. Love ye bloody ass. 

    The cutest guy out there, 

            -John Lennon

    “Thank you Johnny!” I say standing up putting the things down, and John stands up too, I embrace him in a tight hug, in which he picks me up, twirling me around a little. 

    “You’re welcome love” John says and kisses me softly on the head. 

    Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Ringo jumped up and ran towards the door. He opened up and spoke in a low voice, with whoever it was. Ringo closed the door suddenly and ran to the band room, I’m guessing, and grabbing George on the way. 

    “What was that all about?” John asked and Paul just shrugged, we all sat down on the couch and I laid my head on Paul’s shoulder. 

    “So were you out buying Emily’s gift?” Paul asked, after a moment of silence 

    “Oh, no. I had her gifted all planned. I just needed a shag.” John said, speaking in a tone that made it seem as if he said it everyday, Paul just shook his head and got up, leaving me on the couch with John, as he left the room abruptly. 

    “what the hell is th-” John began to say but I cut him off. 

    “John, he’s fucking worried about you! Can’t you see that? It’s not safe at all for you to just go out in the middle of the night to shag some girl! What if you get her pregnant, she tells the press, or she even sues you for ‘raping’ her. Paul loves you John it hurts him, hell it hurts all of us to see you like this and doing this to yourself. We love you dude.” I tell him, making sure not to yell, or say it was a mean tone. Sure enough though John lets his front go and tears swell up in his eyes, with a sad and almost compassionate looking face. I jump closer to him on the couch and pull him into my arms. He’s tense at first, not sure of how to feel, but then suddenly wraps his arms around me, balling fist up, with my sweater fabric inside of his fist. Soon enough I feel hot tears fall on my neck where his face is. 

    “John, it’ll be okay. We all love you, ya know? Just worried. These blokes and I will love you more than any shag buddy you know that right? Anytime you need someone, even at 5 in the morning, I’m here. I don’t care if we don’t say anything, or we talk about everything and cry, I’m here. I always will be, even if I split with the guys or I have to leave, I’ll give you my number. I fucking love you.” I whispered, almost cooing,

the words to him, crying myself. I hold him tighter and his grip on me does the same. We stayed like that for about five minutes, till I stopped feeling the hot water on my neck and pulled away from me. 

    “Thank you so much,” John said sniffling “for being here and telling me what I needed to know. I love ye darlin’. Even if ye call it quits, ye can stay in my room.” He says, returning his voice and face back to normal. 

    “So almost like a plant?” I ask and this causes him to laugh. 

    “Sure if that’s what ye want me to call ye.” He tells me and as I’m about to go on I here someone clear there voice, from behind me. 

    “Well John’s not the only one who can give a present in front of other people.” Ringo said, as I turned around, him, George and Paul had been standing in the doorway, but were now walking towards us. 

    “Happy Birthday” Ringo tells me putting a box, that wasn’t wrapped but instead had a pretty hand drawn design on it and on top of it a present wrapped in the comic section of the local paper. I looked up and Ringo smiled sheepishly at me due to the paper, I just laughed and tore the paper open reveling a book looking thing. It was white, but had a lovely colorful design, with many different things including a sun and moon kissing, as the biggest thing. 

    “Open it!” Ringo said, so I did. Inside I found out it wasn’t a book nor a journal, but a photo album, with pictures of all of us or places we’ve been or just me or just me and Paul or me and George or me and Ringo or me and John or me and Brian. There was a picture of the park we visited, but the photo I had to go back to, to make sure I saw right, was a picture of me and my mother and father, I was around four or five, My hair was long and it looked more brown reddish, compared to the vibrant auburn hair that had a brown and almost purple tint to it. My eyes were a pale blue with light brown flecks covering them- pure bliss and happiness eyes- I was wearing a white dress, that was a little lacy, it was fall and here in Liverpool. I held up a sunflower and my mother kissing me cheek while my dad was smiling contently at us, with his arm wrapped around us. 

    “Wh-whe-re’d you g-get this?” I asked chocking on my tears, but still smiling at him lightly. 

    “You’re grandfather.” He said and I nodded my head clearing my eyes with the back of my hand, John who was still sitting on my right, rubbed my back, comforting me. Ringo motioned toward the other box, open that one. When I opened it, I found it to me half way filled with photos just of me and the boys and everywhere we’ve been and it was a huge box! There were even picture from tonight! That’s probably why that person was at the door I thought to myself. 

    “AH! Thanks Ringo!” I said hugging him. “I love them you guys” I told Ringo and John as I wrapped my arms around them, over the shoulders. 

    “Yeah well at least we got you gifts!” John says laughing shooting Paul and George a look jokingly then laughing even harder. 

    “Actually,” Paul begins and then looks at me “Emily can we go to your room, somewhere private.” He asked, with a big smile on his face. 

    “Oh sure, of course” I say getting up and he grabs my hand, after getting up from Ringo’s side and pulls me with him to my room. He turns the Christmas tree lights, that were now wrapped around my room, on so it was light but no too bright. 

    “I did in fact get you something.” He tells me, as we sit down on my bed.

    “Hm? You did?” I ask laughing a bit and he just rolls my eyes, “What a jerk” I say referring to him which makes me laugh a little again. 

    “Do jerks give their beautiful girlfriends, fooking awesome birthday presents. If yes, then well I guess I’m the biggest jerk there is.” Paul says wiggling his eyebrows, sass covering every single word, but in a comedic way. 

    “No you’re too cute to be a jerk!” I say and kiss him lightly on the lips, he laughs at me and blushes at my sudden action. 

    “Come on, let me give you my present now pwease.” Paul tells me, sticking his bottom lip. 

    “Fine” I say groaning like it was a horrible thing to do, but then start giggling about how stupid we must seem. 

    “Happy birthday beautiful.” He tells me, bring out to separately wrapped presents. I open the first one and it was a beautiful journal, it had intertwining stripes of blues and greens on the cover and was lined, which would be perfect for my writings and poetry. The next was a jewelry box with just a bow on it. I opened it up and inside was a charm bracelet. The first charm was a guitar, the next was a heart with the day we met on it and our initials, another had a yin-yang, a peace sign and a camera. I picked the bracelet up and under it was a paper that read  ’to be continued…’ referring to the half empty bracelet. 

    “Oh God, Paul it’s beautiful. Oh my God, thank you so much.” I tell him, tears starting to spill in and over my eyes. 

    “Just like you.” Paul tells me, wrapping me in his arms. 

    “I love you very much.” Paul tells me, kissing me on my lips gently. 

    “I love you too.” I tell him, after pulling away from the kiss then going back into it the kiss, but more than a gentle peck. Paul, pulls himself on me, and pushes his weight down lightly, which I respond to by laying down on the bed. While kissing him I bite his lip gently, signaling for him to make the kiss deeper, which he does. Paul’s hands that were once cupping my cheeks, are now gripping my hips. Our tongues explore each others mouth, before he trails kissing from my jaw line, to my neck, where he found my sweet spot and caused me to moan. I focus, as best as I could, on his shirt, undoing the buttons, he sucked and bit at my neck, causing me to moan, and knowing I’d have a hickey in the morning. 

    “Paul” I said, as my breathing hitched. Paul shimmied his shirt off and I threw my shirt and sweater off over my head. 

    “God, you’re perfect.” He breathed in my ear, his voice clear with passion, and arousal. I flipped us over to where I was on top of him, with my bra and jeans on and he laid under me in his jeans. I kissed him again, our tongues exploring each others mouth. I pull my fingers through his hair and then start grinding my hips on his. Paul’s moans being covered up by our kissing, but being audible to me. I smirked into the kiss, as I could feel him ‘getting excited’. His hands traveled up my body, and mine did the same. 

    “I think we’re going to have to cut this short.” I whisper to him, knowing my voice was full of lust, but knowing we can’t do a thing. 

    “Wh.. Oh.” Paul said, and I could tell that he wasn’t mad and that he understood. 

    “I’m sorry.” I told him 

    “It’s fine, we can still do this.” Paul told me, flipping us over in a sudden motion so he was on top of me. I kissed his neck the same way he did to me, I could hear the moans escape his lips and right into my ears. The grip of his hands tightened around my waist, as more moans fell out of his lips. Paul rejoined our lips and our hands traveled down each other. 

    “Paul.” I breathed as he reached for my pants playing with the edge. 

    “Ah yes.” he said looking into my eyes,

    “I-I have to take a shower.” I told him sitting up a bit and he pulled off of me, sitting right next to me. 

    “I’m sorry, if I pressured you.” Paul told me, grabbing my hand but looking down, scared to meet my eyes. 

    “No, no, no you didn’t. Don’t worry, I really do need to take a shower though.” I told him, and smiled as he looked up with me, a small smile forming on his face now. 

    “Do ye want me to ‘elp ye put the bracelet on?” He asked, nodding his head toward the box. 

    “I don’t think I should if I’m taking a shower. Won’t that mess it up?” I ask him, knowing that had happened to my friend before. 

    “It’s gold. Yer supposed to keep it on nd never take it off. The man told me it wouldn’t mess ‘p.” He told me and reached for the box. 

    “Okay” I told him with a smile and he opened it up then clasped it on my wrist. 

    “I can’t get over how beautiful it is.” I tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

    “You know I really do have to take a shower.” I tell him as he gives me another kiss on the lips “I’ll meet you out there when I’m done.” I say and finally get him to leave. I jump up and go take a quick shower, I change into some simple pants, that resemble yoga pants of today, and a big plain white shirt. 

    As I was looking for the shirt though Ringo came waltzing in. 

    “shit, sorry, you don’t need a hand with that. Okay okay sorry I’m leaving bye.” Ringo said rushing the words out as I stood there and stared at him with awe. I just laugh when he’s gone. God he made that funnier than it should’ve been. 

    “I’m out.” I say emerging from the hallway into the kitchen where they all stood. 

    “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” They all said together and turned around reveling a cake, that I knew they hadn’t cooked. 

    “Stop with the presents.” I told them groaning “But thank you!” I added in. 

    We all decided to smoke before eating the cake, to actually put us in the mood to eat. After we had smoked, we moved to the kitchen where they lit the candles on the cake and sang me happy birthday. I blew out my candles, made a wish and thanked them. After consuming some of the delicious cake, that they had said Brian’s friend made since he was a baker. We all talked awhile, nothing in particular, just whatever came to our minds. 

    “Well, I’m going to bed. Goodnight you guys.” I tell them, giving them all hugs and Paul a peck on the lips. 

    “See ya!” They called out. 

    I tossed and turned in my bed for awhile, not being able to sleep. I laid on my side and I heard the door suddenly open, then shut. I kept my eyes closed, and made my breathing less uneasy. 

    “Damn, you’re asleep.” His voice said lightly as I felt the bed sink down beside me. 

    “Not entirely.” I told him, turning on my back and looking into his eyes, that shinned from the moonlight “What’re you doing here George?” I asked after a while of us just staring at each other. 

    “Ah yes, it’s your birthday, so I got you something of course.” George said to me and pulled something from beside of the bed. It was a black velvet jewelry box. 

    “Go ahead, open it.” George told me, as I sat up. I opened the box to a necklace, it was silver and a sun was the pendent that fell from the chain. It was beautiful, very unique, a necklace that you could wear while laying around or when going to a wedding. I lifted it up and he helped me put it on. On the inside at the top of the box it read;  you’re my sun, the reason I keep going around, the light in my day, you’re beautiful.    

    “I have the moon” He said, pulling the fabric around his neck down, reveling a silver half moon. 

    “I love it” I told him, wrapping my arms around him, he hugged me back. 

    “There’s something else.” He said handing me a book sized, wrapped present. I started opening till he stopped me. 

    “Open it when you’re alone.” He told me, getting up to leave. 

    “George.” I spoke, putting my hand on top of his. 

    “Mhm?” He said looking away. 

    “I’m not sorry about the other night. I wasn’t thinking. I was trying to make you jealous. God knows she doesn’t and didn’t mean anything to me. Really, I would never do that to you, plus I was drunk. I hated to see you torn apart. Really, I love you.” George told me before I could say anything, he wiped away the tears forming in my eyes. 

    “Sh, it’ll be okay.” George said wrapping his arms around me. 

    “Will you stay with me till I fall asleep?” I ask him

    “Sure.” He tells me and I lay down with him. He lays on his back and I stay curled up by his side, my arms around him and my head laying on his chest. 

    “I love you, Emily.” were the last words I heard George speak before I drifted off into a hazy world of dreams, never waking up that night.