So, I really wanted to go ahead and just finish this whole story before I posted it, but it felt really strange not to have something up. I know none of you really enjoy these things when I go off the movie, but I felt that I couldn't just leave it out. I'm not sure how I feel about the beginning, but I've got a good chunk of the story written out, and it get's better.
-Cally
Disclaimer: Annabelle.
Intro
Chapter 1: Lovely Lads, and So Natural
"Just a few more days in the studio and we'll be through, lads." John said as they pulled up to the flat. Paul stepped onto the concrete and helped Anna out of the car behind him. She smiled and waved at two older women across the street, only one of them returned the favor. John, George and Ringo each walked to their own door and stepped inside. Paul walked up to his door as well with Anna attached to his arm. When they were in, they all kind of scattered, doing their own thing. George grabbed the newspaper from his bed while Paul headed down to the organ room and John grabbed a book from the library area. Anna and Ringo, on the other hand, both went straight for the food on Ringo's end of the flat. Anna picked up a bag of crisps and jumped into her own bed about the time that Paul rose up from the bottom floor with the small, white organ. He winked at Anna as his fingers glided along the keys and she smiled with her mouth full of crisps, picking up the remote and turning on the telly, making Paul laugh in return.
"Hey, someone's got hold of me finger." Ringo said from the sandwich bar.
"You trying to attract attention again?"John looked up from his book, laying on his bed.
"It's that ring, I'm tellin' you." Anna flipped through the channels, "It's given you a big head, it has."
"She's pulling at it." Ringo insisted, letting out a loud yelp. The four of them watched him struggle for a bit and he finally got loose. Anna looked at Paul and he simply shook his head.
Ringo sat on his bed, massaging his hand, "She had me finger, you know."
"Stop trying to drag things down to your own level." Said John, "Do mature some."
"I thought she was a sandwich until she went spare on me hand."
"I'm sure she thinks highly of you as well." Anna didn't look away from the telly, still flipping channels and stuffing another crisp in her mouth. George and Paul snickered and John smirked at her.
"I've taught you well, Annabelle." He said.
"That or you two have just lived together too long." George fell back on his pillow with his newspaper. They laughed and nothing more was said about the situation.