I jumped into the car right next to George and made sure to be far away from John. Ringo slid in right next to me. Paul and John sat across from us. "We are almost at the hotel, love." Ringo told me. "You can sleep there." He could sense I was getting tired. And indeed I was; it was hard to keep myself from yawning. I must have fallen asleep because I awoke with my head on George's shoulder. I felt really uncomfortable so I moved my head.
"You can leave it there." George said with his eyes closed.
"Oh, you are awake." Ringo said with a smile.
"How much longer do we have to go?" I asked no one in particular.
"Oh, we are there already. We just stayed with you until you awoke."
"How long have we been here?"
"About 2 hours now, you were tired." George said with his eyes still closed.
"C'mon George, lets get inside." Ringo said pulling me out of the car.
"What time is it?" I asked Ringo yawning.
"About 3:30"
"Oh. I should probably call Ricky." I said looking at my feet.
"Who's Ricky?" George asked.
"My boyfriend. He is probably wondering where I am. My shift ended 30 minutes ago."
"You didn't mention you had a boyfriend back at the store." Ringo said. His face had the expression of a kid who found out there was no Santa Claus.
"You never asked." A lame excuse, I know. I went into the hotel lobby and dialed the number on the nearest pay phone I could find.
"Hello?" Ricky asked in a groggy voice. He works late nights at our local pub.
"Sorry to wake you, Ricky. It's Audrey."
"Oh, no problem. What's up? Why aren't you home," He looked at his clock and his tone changed into a panic. "Where are you? Are you ok? Do you need me to pick you up? Will I need to find someone with your blood type? What's going on?"
"Nothing is wrong. I just got picked up by a couple of friends."
"Who?"
"Um… the Beatles?"
"Nice. You don't even trust your own boyfriend. That's good. I am sick of you lying to me."
"NO! I am not lying!"
"Don't call me again. Ever. We are through." The line went dead.
