AN: Thanks for all the great reviews, you're all so awesome for leaving them! I'm sorry that I haven't wrote a new part for like a week but writers block hasn't let me be lately, and I somehow wrote this, whats long for me, part here which I'm proud of! Anyways I hope you like it and leave a review if you'd like! Enjoy!
I listen to their casual conversations about various things while they all sit at the counter and I finish the spaghetti that they didn't completely butcher.
While we all talked about our day and whats new in our lives, which I was apprehensive to add on as I'm still nervous around them, they start to ask me some questions.
"Where'd ya say you work?" George asks as he stares down into his bowl of spaghetti while twisting the fork in circles to wrap the noodles around it.
"I uh didn't say, but I work at a store about 10 minutes away. I moved here because of the job." I respond and I take a bite of the garlic bread which is very dry and I place it back on my napkin.
"Oh, what kinda store?" George continues and my eyes find Paul whose looking at me and he winks before looking down to his plate of food.
"A clothing store, a real popular one." I reply and they all nod.
"You into fashion, then?" John asks and I nod as it's my passion.
"You could team up with our tailor, Mads." Paul states with a grin and I smile and shrug before taking a bite and we switch to a different topic to discuss.
"You're getting the dishes, George!" John exclaims as we all place our empty bowls in the sink after finishing our dinners and I laugh as I hear George groan.
George stayed in the kitchen doing the dishes or something else I assume with Ringo while John, Paul and I went into the living room. I wander around looking at the pictures and few awards on the walls as them two chat about something and I hear the beginning of an Elvis song as somebody put his record on. I tap my foot to the song as I walk around the den and try to get familiar with my new surroundings, my new home.
"You like Elvis, love?" John asks as he walks up to me and I nod after turning to him. He holds out his hand to dance and I smile before taking it, but I couldn't ignore seeing the not so pleased look on Paul's face, who stands behind John by the tv.
John pulls me over to a open spot on the wood floor and starts to waltz to the slow song and I laugh nervously as he twirls me around and is acting goofy with funny faces and gestures. He's hilarious.
"Ah come on John, you can't be hogging her the whole song. It's my turn!" Paul says and John rolls his eyes but Paul can't see and I laugh.
"Sorry mate, I think she likes me better." John replies.
"Is that right, love?" Paul questions and I shrug with flushed cheeks as the song plays out it's last few seconds.
John winks at me after the song ends and he went to answer the ringing phone so I'm left in the den with Paul while he changes the record and puts on a new single. I sit on the couch and grab a pillow and play with the tassels on it as I hear the record start and I smile as I love this song, it'll always be one of my utmost favorites.
"So John's your favorite, huh?" Paul asks after turning around, but I don't get the chance to answer as John walked back into the room and sits beside me.
"That's right, Macca." John replies and I smile and stare down at the red pillow and I don't reply but keep with my smug smile.
"Ah come on Mads, you can't favor this loud bloke!" Paul complains with a hint of joking in his voice and I still stare at my fingers that fiddle with the black tassels but I shrug.
I wander up the stairs and down the hall to my no longer empty room which is the second door on the right when I got the chance to escape when John and Paul stepped aside to talk to each other. I take my hair down out of the pins holding it up in a messy bun and I shake my golden brown hair before brushing it and pinning my long bangs back.
"How did I come to living with the Beatles?" I mutter to myself after plopping down onto my soft bed and picking up my old teddy bear.
Yes I'm 21 and I still have my teddy bear from when I was a child but i've been homesick lately and it brings me comfort so I could care less how it looks having it.
I change out of my work clothes into a more comfortable outfit before heading back downstairs and I find everybody but George in the den.
"Ah there ya are, we were just about to call up to you to come down here. George went to get some ice creams, he should be back any minute." John says as they all look to me as I come down the stairs.
I nod silently and find a seat in the corner in a chair while some movie plays on the telly and everybody's eyes but Paul's are glued to the tv. I watch as he stares at his fingers, he seems to be bored with the movie and I hear him yawn.
I leave my seat to go down the hall into the kitchen and I help out by doing the few remaining dishes before somebody else follows me into the kitchen.
"You don't have to do those, love. We usually leave them until we feel like doing them or just have the housekeeper take care of 'em." Paul says as he walks in.
"I don't mind, I'm kinda bored anyways." I reply with a smile as he decided to sit at the counter and he grabs the paper.
"If you want to then, nobody's telling you that you got chores to do." he adds playfully with a smile and I dry the last dish and find where it goes in the cupboard.
"I wanna do my part." I reply with a smile and I lean my arms on the counter and he looks at me with a smile.
"That's fair then." he says and we still share the intent eye contact before John walks in and I look away.
"What're you two lovebirds chatting 'bout?" John questions on his way to the fridge to grab a beer.
"Lovebirds?" Paul questions and like my instincts I grab the wet washcloth and wipe the counter quick.
"Yeah, you two are staring into each others eyes and I saw the look." John says slowly and I look up to see him wink at Paul and Paul shakes his head before standing up as George walked in the door with the ice cream.
I help him with the ice cream cones in his hands and everybody comes into the kitchen to get their own cone before going back into the den to sit on the couches and converse.
"Does anybody wanna play Monopoly? You could be on my team Madison, we'll beat the others easy." John offers after we finish our desserts and I grin at the proposal.
"It's getting late John and we have to be in at at the studio at 10:30." Paul states and John let's out a frustrated sigh.
"It's only quarter to 11 Macca, why ya gotta be so goody goody? Be a rebel for once and stay up with us, we could have a few drinks and make some popcorn." John encourages but Paul doesn't look to be in the mood.
"Whatever John, you lot can do what you please, I'm heading to bed." Paul says and he goes into the kitchen for something.
"I think i'm gonna do the same, I have to work at 10." I add in and they all whine and groan.
"Ah come on Madison, it's your first night here, we gotta do it right." George complains and I smile while standing up.
"I've had a fun night already lads, so thanks and I'll see you all in the morn." I bid goodnight and they all say the same before I head up the stairs and go into the bathroom to take my makeup off and get ready for bed.
I opened the closed door a crack as I was done in the bathroom when I heard a conversation happening down the hallway between John and Paul.
"Why can't you just keep your big yap shut some times?" I hear Paul ask John in a ticked tone.
"I didn't even say anything Macca, so calm down, you sissy." I hear John retort in not so serious of a tone and I hear Paul sigh loudly.
"The last thing I need is for her knowing, John." Paul says and I lean against the doorway with a confused look on my face.
"Then I insist you stop making it so bloody obvious by flirting with her and showing that you got jealous by me simply dancing with her. You get so damn jealous some times, no wonder why ya can't keep a bird." John shoots back and I suddenly feel guilty for over hearing their conversation and I turn around to turn the light on and I knock the hair brush over.
I quickly pick it up and turn the water on so it seems like I wasn't listening but instead doing something else, I wonder how convincing I seem.
"Oh shut it John, like she'd go for you." I faintly hear Paul say before I turn off the water and see it safe for me to enter the hallway and I see John.
"Goodnight, Madison." he bids to me before he goes back down the stairs and I smile in response and tread down the hall.
I pass Paul's open room to see him laying on his bed reading a book and he looks up and gives me a weak smile. I see it okay to enter and I look around his cozy room that has pictures and few posters on the walls, with his guitar in the corner, a dresser against the left wall, and a chair in the bottom right corner which I choose to sit in.
"Whatcha reading?" I ask as my eyes wander around his inviting room.
"Some mystery novel, you like to read?" he replies with a question and I nod and look back to him.
"Is everything alright?" I ask as he's seemed uneasy or like something's been bothering him all night.
"Yeah i'm fine." he replies quickly and I nod in understanding.
"You like films?" I question as I come across a movie poster on his wall.
"Yeah, they're a nice way to escape sometimes, even though it's still hard to go see one." he answers and I nod to myself.
"I agree, it's a good escape. I love going to one every once in a while."
"We'll have to go catch one together sometime then." he adds and I look to him and we smile at each other before he yawns and I stand up.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight love, I hope you had a good first night." Paul replies and I smile.
"I did thanks, you guys are really nice and fun to spend time with." I add honestly and he nods with a warm smile.
"Ta love, I look forward to living with you you know. We'll have to go put aside a time to go see a film we both like one of these nights when work isn't a bother."
"I'd like that." I add and he continues to smile while we look at each other.
"Ya got a girl in your room, Paul?! I wonder what your dad would say about this!" George jokes as he peaks in the door and I giggle but Paul groans and closes his book.
George leaves as quick as he came and I say goodnight to Paul again and walk the short distance to my room farther down the hall and I get under the covers. I close my eyes and think of the events of today, it's already been interesting with them and their different personalities.
I wonder what exactly John and Paul were arguing about.
AN: Do you like where it's going?