Annie's POV

Ringo and I were sitting in what became our room when he suggested we go get something to snack on.

I giggled when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door into the hall. I saw Stella and George looking put out and Maddi shrugging John's arm from her shoulders. They all looked to be in bad moods and I couldn't understand why.

"They all looked like a happy group." Ringo muttered.

"Stella and Maddi aren't the biggest of fans," I responded as we waited for the lift to arrive, "And John and George are their least favorite people."

Ringo made a face, "John I can understand, But George?" he asked as we stepped into the lift and he pushed the button for the first floor, "He's the nicest of all of us I think."

"Oh I think you're the nicest, Ringo," I said as the lift opened and we stepped out.

"Thanks," Ringo said with a light blush as he led us into the hotel restaurant and sat us down at a table. I giggled again as he held my hand over the table, "Why don't they like us?"

I shrugged, "I dunno, Stella says it's something to do with the image."

Ringo nodded as a bored looking waiter walked up.

"Just some fish and chips for me," Ringo said before the waiter turned to me.

"I'll have the same, but could i have a coke with mine?" I asked. The waiter nodded and wrote down our orders. He walked away and Ringo and I sat in a comfortable silence until the food came.

It came a few minutes later and I sipped my coke before eating a few chips.

"So tell me about yourself, Annie." Ringo said with a goofy grin, as he munched on his food.

"Uh, I'm 20 years old, I play the bass guitar and sing back up for the band," I said trying to think up a few more things about myself, "Stella thinks I'm childish and I'm really the only who was excited to go on this tour with you guys."

"DO you think you're childish?" He asked, ignoring the last part of what I'd said.

I shrugged, "I dunno, sometimes I suppose," I said, "But me and Reese are the oldest of the group but I still act like I'm the youngest."

"I'm the oldest and I sometimes ac like the youngest." Ringo said with a shrug, "Tell me something else about your band."

"Well it's more Stella's band. She's the one who got us into it, and she writes most of the music." I said as we ate more of our fish and chips. "She's also the youngest. She's only 18, but she seems to act so much older than the rest of us."

"George does that too, but it never really works because John always reminds him he's younger." Ringo said with a laugh, "What about Maddi?"

"She plays the drums. She's Stella's older sister and but she never acts like it. She really cheeky and sarcastic like John, but she'll never in a billion years admit to the crush I know she has on him." I said with a sigh.

"OK, I've heard about everybody except Reese I think."

"She's a big McCartney fan, even though the rest don't know about it," I said, "She's paired with Paul, so I guess she's at least happy at the moment.

"Abd what does she play?" Ringo asked as he finished his food.

"Rhythm Guitar." Ringo nodded and he paid for the food before we left to go back to our room.

Maddi's POV

After John unlocked the door and stepped in with a smirk, I went back to reading my book. He sat next to me on the bed and seemed to stare at me.

"What exactly do you want, Lennon?" I asked continuing to "Read" my book.

"I wanna know why you're ignoring me, love," he said gently taking the book out of my hand, "I'm not all that bad of a guy, ya know."

"that's what you think," I said reaching for my book. He held it out of my grasp and cocked an eyebrow.

"Alright then what makes me such a bad person?"

I sighed and turned to face him, "I just don't think having a new girl every night is something to flaunt or be looked up to for, and you're a lousy guitar player." I added the last part jokingly.

"Oh and I'm sure you're any better, little drummer girl?" He asked with a scoff.

"I can't play, but my sister can and she's better then you and George." I said with a smug smile.

"I'm sure she is, but that's not what I was talking about." he responded with a smirk.

I blushed and looked at my hands, "I-I've never actually- Erm, I never had..." I trailed off too embarrassed to go on.

John laughed, "You've never slept with anyone!?" He roared. "Oh come on, Maddi! Tell me at you've at least been kissed before!"

I didn't answer him and became more embarrassed by the second.

"You've never been kissed before?" he asked becoming soft and caring, "How old are you anyway?"

"21, same as you," I said quietly.

"21 and never been kissed," He muttered more to himself, "What about the rest of your group?"

I shrugged, "I know Reese has been kissed plenty; she's always got a boyfriend. Stella's been kissed a couple times, but she's only 18. Annie I have no idea about, but no one really ever does." I bit my lip and refused to look up at him. He crawled closer to me and gingerly picked up my hands. I watched his fingers stroke and caress mine sweetly. I looked up at him and looked straight into his caramel eyes. he looked back into my blue once, and seemed to look through me rather that at me.

"A pretty girl like you needs to be kissed at least once." He whispered as he slowly came closer.

My brain went fuzzy and I felt so good when his arm stretched around my waist. He was so close, and I nearly let him kiss me, but I came to my senses at the last second.

I shoved him back, harder than i really intended and looked away from him. He put his hand to the spot on his chest where I'd shoved him and looked slightly hurt by my actions.

"Don't do that," I said in a small voice I didn't even know I had.

John frowned and I sudden;y felt bad for what I'd done when all he was trying to do was be nice to me.

"I'm sorry," He said as he handed me back my book and got up off the bed.

I abandoned the book and crawled to the edge of the bed as he walked away. I grabbed his hand before he got too far away and pulled him back. he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me.

"I didn't mean that," I said gently.

He cracked a small smile, "I know," he said. He'd gone back to his silly childish sarcastic self, and anger flooded the space the space that had adoration and possibly love a few seconds ago.

I gritted my teeth and shoved him away again before storming out of the room.

Stella's POV:

George and I didn't speak to each other for a long time. His luggage had arrived and he stared playing his guitar quietly in the corner while I tried to get another nap.

I was having a mental argument with myself about him, and I felt i was going to lose either way.

A part of me just wanted to ignore his existence altogether and forget he was there, while another part wanted to get to know him before I decided to hate him. Another part that lived way down in my gut that was so teeny tiny that it was barely heard.

That part of me wanted to wrap my arm around him and snuggle with him like I had when we were asleep a few hours ago. I easily brushed that off and tried to think about what the others would think if I sudden;y was nice to George and liked him after I'd so clearly and definitely defined my hate for him and his band. I had an image to keep and I wasn't about to let the others think of me as some kid if I changed my mind. I wouldn't let George and a few minor feelings bring my image crashing to the ground.

I finally fell asleep to George's soft singing, and wished he was there for me to cuddle up to.

A few hours later I was gently being shaken awake by a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Stella," George said gently, "Brain and Orion want to talk to us,"

I opened my eyes and sat up, looking at my watch. It was nearly 8 o'clock, and I realized I'd been asleep most of the day and I was still exhausted. I hopped off the bed and followed George into Brian's room where everybody else was waiting.

Everybody was standing next to the person they were pared with and they all seemed alright. Paul was standing next to Reese with his arm around her waist. Ringo and Annie were sitting on the floor holding hands while Ringo wore a goofy grin. John and Maddi stood next to each other, but they were standing farther apart from each other.

I stood next to George, a bit closer than I intended because his hand brushed mine occasionally. Orion stood next to Brian and they both looked stern.

"OK, Brian and I have decided to let you all choose your own sleeping arrangements." Orion said defeated.

"Right, we feel that it was unfair to pair you up the way we did, so you all can choose who you like." Brian continued, "Just remember the person you were paired wit originally is still your partner on the tour though."

I looked at all my friends and I knew I was the only one unhappy with our sleeping arrangments. Even Maddi looked like she wanted to share with John.

Brian and Orion lined us all up out in the hall, the Beatles on one side and us on the other.

"Alright," Orion said, "The girls are gonna choose who they want to share with then you boys can complain if you like. Annie you pick first."

She smiled, "I want to keep sharing with Ringo," she said biting her lip. Ringo grinned and moved to sit next to her.

"Alright, Reese you're next," Brian said leaning against the wall with a sigh.

"I want Paul." she said plainly. She scooted across the hall to sit wit him and I knew I was gonna get stuck with George again.

"Maddi," Orion said, "You don't have to choose one of the boys you know?"

Maddi didn't say anything she just looked between me and John. I looked at my lap and knew she wouldn't be picking me.

I choose John," she said giving ma an apologetic look. John looked surprised by her decision and he seemed to be happy with her decision.

"Well this was a royal waist of time," I said as I walked back to mine and George's room and shut the door behind me.

Reese's POV:

I watched Stella storm back to her room, slamming the door loudly causing George to wince slightly.

Maddi moved over to sit with John while George sat by himself.

"I was sure some one was going to pick Stella," Annie said sounding guilty.

"She's the only on unhappy with who she was pared with," I said, "But it's nothing you did George."

He looked sad as Maddi spoke up, "Yeah, she's just stubborn is all." she said.

"And she's only 18." Annie added. George snapped his gaze to her, slightly offended.

"I'm 18," he muttered.

"And you're stubborn too." Ringo added, receiving a slap in the arm.

"How come she acts so much older?" John asked with a frown.

"The same reason George does?" Paul suggested with a shrug. I looked up at him and George frowned, "George acts older because he gets teased other wise, maybe she's afraid you girls'll tease her if she acts her age."

"Right," I said with a nod, "And she's always acted like that. She thinks we won't like her if she acts her age."

"I have to like her," Maddi said with a smirk, "She's my sister." John chuckled and she grinned up at him

I put my head against Pual shoulder and sighed, suddenly feeling bad for Stella and Worse for George. Paul started to stroked my hair lightly as George got up and walked towards the lifts.

"I feel bad for him, "i said suddenly.

"Me too," Annie said, "Stella doesn't want to share with him and he wants her to like him." We all looked at her blankly for a second.

"What?" Maddi finally asked.

"He likes her," Annie said with a shrug. We all continued to stare at her and she rolled her eyes, "I may act 18, but I am the oldest and I know a crush when I see one. Like Maddi's crush on John."

Maddi's eyes got wide and John smirked as he put his arm around her. He pulled her closer to his side as she giggled nervously.

Annie smirked and I laughed quietly into my hand.

"What about you?" Maddi asked Annie trying to get the subject off her.

"Oh I have a crush on a boy called Richie." she said with a grin. Maddi and I didn't get it, but Ringo looked like he did because he had a goofy smile spread across his face as Annie leaned against him.

We were all quiet again when Paul looked at his watch, "Do you wanna go with kme back to our room and get something to eat?" he asked me quietly. I nodded as he grabbed my hand and stood up. We went back to our room and left the other four to talk a bit longer.

Annie's POV:

Ringo and I talked to Maddi and John for a bit before Maddi said something about getting hungry and John went all dramatic and pulled her toward the lifts to get food.

We giggled and and We weren't really hungry, but Ringo wanted to try and go for a walk. We walked down to the lobby and we ran into George who was carrying a pizza box with him.

"Hey," Ringo said smiling at him.

"HI," George said back like he was in a hurry, "Uh, Annie, does Stella like Pizza?"

I giggled at his attempts, "Yes, she does George, but she's most likely going to be upset when you go in there."

George nodded, "OK, then does she like teddy bears?" he asked looking to the hotel gift shop. I nodded and Ringo started to pull me along again.

we had a nice little walk around the block and Ringo seemed really happy for some reason, but I was happy too. We held hands as we walked and I felt so child like when I was with him for some reason, I couldn't help but let it come out.

"Do you wanna race to the hotel door?" I asked when the hotel was in our sights.

He giggled and let go of my hand with a nod, "OK, Ready...Set...GO!" he yelled as we both bolted for the door.

It a very close race, but the door man determined me the winner after nearly ten minutes of childish arguing.

Ringo gave my cheek a kiss as we walked up to our room again. We sat in our room after that, and when my luggage FINALLY showed up I played my guitar for him.

Maddi's POV:

John and I were looking for something to eat in the hotel kitchen and I was sure we were gonna get caught.

"John we can't just order what we want from our room?" I asked pulling his arm. he shook his head and continued to put together and meal for the two of us while I "Kept watch".

"No, because I want to do it." he said stubbornly.

"What so you can poison me?" I asked jokingly.

He gave me a sly look, "Maybe..." He gave my cheek a peck and I gaped at him.

"I told you not to do that!" I said with a laugh.

"No you said not to do this..." He kissed my mouth quickly and went back to fixing our food, "Then you said you didn't mean it."

I just stared at him in a slightly daze as he finished our food and handed me one. He pulled himself up onto the stainless steel counter and bit into the sandwich he'd made for himself.

I watched him for a second and pulled my self up next to him and ate my own sandwich, "So you asked how you were such a bad person earlier, what doesn't make you a bad person?" I asked him putting my food down next to me.

He did the same and bit his lip; "Well for starters I am JOhn Lennon! I'm fun, and insane, and altogether wierd."

"I know all that," I said with a giggle, "But why is that so special?"

"It's special because I don't care what anybody thinks of me." He whispered to me playfully.

"I don't care either, but that still doesn't tell me why you aren't a bad person." I said rolling my eyes.

"Everybody's a bad person, Maddi," he said with a shrug, "And I just happen to know how to work around the bad person in me and try and make it look good."

I bit my lip and he looked at me curiously. He leaned into me before I could say much and kissed me. I didn't mind this time however. I wanted him to kiss me, and I didn't even care if Stella didn't like them. I kissed him back and wrapped my arm around his neck.

When he pulled back he smirked and kissed the tip of my nose. I wanted to say something to him, but as soon as I tried we heard; "Hey! What're you kids doing in here!?"

John chuckled and took my hand before we bolted out of there without a second look back.

Stella's POV:

I was trying to stop cry so much when George walked in the room. I covered my face, and tried to hide my tears from him, but he saw them and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry that you got stuck with me, Stella." He said quietly, "Annie told me you like teddy bears and that you'd probably be upset when I came in here."

I looked up at him and he sat there with a pizza box in one hand and a brown teddy bear with a heart in it's hands in the other.

I sniffled as he held the bear out to me. I took it from him and held it in my lap as he put the pizza box down on the table near by.

"Thank you, George," I said wiping my tear stained face.

He gave me a small smiled before opening the pizza box. The scent of Pepperoni Pizza filled the air and I felt my stomach growl with hunger.

He looked at me before speaking again; "Annie also said you liked Pizza."

I giggled lightly and set the teddy bear aside and scooted next to him. He gave me a slice of pizza before fixing his own and scooting into the floor at the foot of the bed. I did the same and bit into my Pizza.

It was really good, and I tried to smile for him, but I felt terrible for treating him the way I had and I knew it made him feel just as bad. We didn't talk as we ate, but I knew he wanted to say something.

I looked at him as he ate and waited for him to speak, but nothing ever came.

Finally when we'd both finished our food he spoke; "Do you want to go to bed?"

I frowned, not really expecting that, but I nodded anyway.

"You can sleep on the bed if you like, I'll sleep on the floor." He said staring to get comfortable.

I climbed onto the bed and covered myself up before going to sleep.