I woke up the next morning early. I put my bathrobe on and walked into the kitchen. There was Paul in the kitchen making breakfast. I sat down," Mornin', love." I nodded. I was too tired to say anything. "So, how'd you sleep?" I sat up. Since when do people care how I sleep? "Um... fine... I guess..." I watched as Paul shoved a plate to me. "Oh Paul, you don't have to cook this for me." Paul smiled, "Oh no, I insist." I grabbed my fork and hesitantly took a bite. My tastebuds passed out at how amazing it was. "This is amazing Paul!" He blushed. "Well, it's not excatly mine, it was me mum's recipe." I really didn't care. I took three more bites. "You got a little something on your-" he pointed to his lips to indicate where it was on mine. "Oh, I'll get it-" "No, I'll get it." Paul said. He touched my cheek, and leaned in. I leaned in too, but heard someone coming. We pulled away from each other. To tell you the truth, I was glad. I really had a lot of butterflies when we leaned in. I looked to see who it was. John had walked in, and popped some toast. I stood up to go back into my room.
I walked back into my room. I began reading a book, and I was so into it I didn't hear what was going on in my surroundings. I suddenly heard a floorboard creak. I looked up from my book to see a knife in one hand of a man and a hook on the other hand. I didn't know who it was, for his face was covered by a hockey mask. I screamed, but my door was shut, so the others didn't hear. They also didn't hear the... laughing? "UGH!" I threw the knife to the side, and whipped the hockey mask off the man. John kept giggling. I shoved him away and reached for the hook on his hand. He brought his hand up higher. I leaned forward and grabbed it, but neither of us could've stopped our fall. I landed on top of John, me with a shocked face, him with a smirk. I got off of him, and grabbed my things. "Where are ya going?" I didn't look at him. "Home." "Aww, c'mon. Ya haven't had any fun since we got here. Look, just relax and let some of that uptight out. Just try to be a relaxing girl." I stopped packing. Once again, John was right. I never usually took a joke, and I was often stubborn. I never let loose, never. The only time was when I wanted to. With John around, or any of the guys, I'd often get a grip on reality and pretend this wasn't happening. I turned around to look at John.
"You're right. What's the matter with me?" I sat down. John sat down next to me. "Don't talk like that! Just... have fun and enjoy life!" I sighed, "You guys make it look so easy!" John wrapped his arm around me. "That's really because it is. Just don't let life force you to carry it on your shoulders!" I smiled at him. I then pulled his arm off me. "John, you get ready for that press conference." John groaned, and got up. I smiled.
I walked around with the guys, who were waiting for their press conference. When they got in, I waited and followed Norm and Shake, but John grabbed my wrist, "Where ya going?" I pointed to Norm and Shake. "Nope, you're coming with us." Still holding onto my wrist, he led me into the room crowded with interviewers. Some reporters walked over to the others. "Paul, do you often see your father?" Paul replied, "No actually, we're just good friends." I giggled. "John! Who's the woman? Is she your girlfriend?" John blushed, and answered," Um... uh...-" "Time to go!" I pulled him through the tons of people to get back to the exit, where we signaled Paul, George and Ringo to follow us. We ran out the exit door and fled the building, running around and having fun.