WELL HELLO THERE! I, for one, am having an awesome summer! How bout you guys? And can I just say, I'm getting a LOT of writing done. This makes me happy :^). And, for some reason that currently escapes me, I can't think of anything to say. This doesn't usually happen, but WHATEVER! Alright, here's chapter four!

Holly:

After going back to the hotel with Rose, who was really upset, I found Paul drinking coffee by himself in the dining room, sitting in the same seat as he had been earlier. I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my hip as he raised an eyebrow. "You are absolutely disgusting."

His jaw dropped and his already round eyes went a little rounder, if that was even possible. "What did I do?" he demanded.

"Since when did sex and alcohol fix everything?"

He grinned, "Since forever."

I shook my head childishly, sending my blonde waves flying, "Nu uh! There are like, way better things than sex and alcohol!"

Paul raised a challenging eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yes!"

"Like what?"

"Like..." I'll admit that I had to pause and think for a moment. "Music and rainbows and puppies and cotton candy..." Paul's extremely loud laughing cut me off.

"You're obviously a virgin then."

A felt blood rushing up my neck and coloring my cheeks, "No..."

"You are a terrible liar."

"Am not!"

"You're a prude!"

I snapped at this, "Okay, just 'cause I'm not a slut like you doesn't make me a prude!"

Paul smirked as he took another sip of coffee, "Yeah it does, and I'm not a slut."

I put my hand on my hip, "You're as much of a slut as I am a prude!"

"So you admit you're a prude then?"

"What, no! Wait..." I was extremely confused.

Rose:

Life sucks, and then you die. That was the way I had always viewed everything. So why not be crazy? Why not say things without regrets? Why not get fall down drunk? There was no reason. And I had been trying to convince Holly of that for years.

And then my life changed, junior year old high school. Holly and I had been REALLY close friends with this guy named Robert (even THINKING his name was making me crazy), and I guess I had a sorta crush on him. But nothing real and devastating. He was cute, with golden brown hair and big, brown eyes like a puppy's. He told me I was beautiful one night, he told me he could never live without me. He said that though I may not realize it, he believed he was in love with me. He asked me how I felt about him. And honestly? Before that, I always viewed him as my second best friend. But his words made me think differently, and we started going out.

Needless to say, I fell madly in love with him. Even the crush I had on George Harrison was nothing to how I felt about Robert; he was my first love. My whole prospective on life changed, and suddenly things were looking up. I laughed more with Holly, loved more passionately with Robert, and was nicer to everybody I met.

Then he left me.

And now Paul knew, and he was probably going to tell the other guys, too. That is, if I ever wronged him. And there was a VERY high chance of that. And stupid Holly had to reopen the old feelings with George, because now I was PISSED at him. And I didn't want to be. But I was lost, and I didn't know what to do. So, nowadays the new philosophy was an old one: live sucks, and then you die. Period.

George:

The girl I was with pulled me into my room, smiling coyly and waggling her finger. She seemed to think that I really wanted to be here with her, and she just wasn't just some random bird that I picked up. These women were getting more and more naïve.

She dragged me down on the bed, sitting on top of me and kissing my neck. What IS that, anyways? The whole neck-kissing business, I mean. It's like, God gave us lips so that we could kiss each other…not NECKS. But whatever. She seemed to think she was just the coolest little things on the planet, nuzzling me and what not. But I wasn't about to stop her.

I lifted her head, tired of that weird habit the girls now seemed to be developing. Kissing her smack on the lips, I felt her moan and sink into me.

"Oh, George," she breathed.

And what was I supposed to say to that? I mean, I had promptly forgot her name as soon as my door was unlocked, so what was I supposed to call her? I searched my mind for her name, but I came up completely blank. I quickly decided to just go with it, and then maybe in a moment of passion or something I would remember it.

We kept on kissing, and then her hands started to move down.

"Rose," I whispered. ROSE? THAT is what I came up with? Oh, come ON. You're kidding me. You have really got to be kidding me.

Her hands stopped immediately. "Rose?" she asked with disgust. "Is THAT what you just called me?"

"Er…" Shit. What was I supposed to say? I mean, REALLY! It's not my fault that there have been just too many girls throwing names at me since Hamburg. How the hell do they expect me to remember them all.

"It is, isn't it? God, you Beatles are all the same." And with that she whipped out of the room, all huffy and everything.

I sat there for a moment, not really sure what to do. I wasn't in the mood to go after her, but what else was I supposed to do tonight if I didn't? Sighing, I slowly got up from the bed.

Rose:

Men are pigs that don't deserve life, men are pigs that don't deserve life, men are pigs that don't deserve life. This is my new mantra, and I march to it as I head out of my room and go down the hall, searching for some ice. Men are pigs that don't deserve life, men are pigs that don't-

BAM! I run smack into another person, hurrying out of their hotel room.

"Sorry," he mutters.

I don't look at him, but I can hear that he is, indeed, a man. I turn my nose up at him, ready to bitch him out just for the simple reason of his gender, when he says something else.

"Rose?"

Uh-oh. I totally recognized that voice. I look up slowly, and suddenly there he is: an inch off six foot, dark brown hair, thick brow, sharp nose, thin lips, hallow cheeks, and those deep chocolate eyes. I have this thing about eyes. If someone has really bland colored eyes, I automatically know that I can never be with that person. It's so dumb, but at least I know that. But George's eyes…they're like really deep, and if you stare at him for too long you kinda feel yourself falling forward.

But then I remembered how I was beyond pissed at him and I kept walking, bumping his shoulder as I passed.

"Rose-wait!"

I didn't wait. But he jogged after me, falling into step with me. God. I just can't ditch this guy. Half of me wanted to push him down and run away, and the other half was appalled at just that thought.

"What's you problem?" he asked.

"I don't have a problem."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"There is an obvious problem going on here."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Stop denying it."

"I'm not denying anything, because I DON'T have a problem."

He threw his hands up in exasperation. "No one ever wins."

"Yes they do."

"Who?"

"Me."

Holly:

That was embarrassing. There is NO WAY that I can let Paul think that I'm a virgin…even though that I am. Still! Why should Paul of all people know that? I don't even think Rose knows that… Yeah, okay, she probably knows, even if I've never told her.

Sometimes she's too smart for her own good.

I was walking back to the room, still fuming over the Paul thing, when I heard voices. I hid behind a wall, then watched as Rose and George walked by. Rose looked like she could care less about the conversation, and George looked slightly amused, slightly frustrated. The whole scene made me giggle, because I could tell that Rose was just loving this.

I wonder what they were talking about…?

I watched them pass, still deep in conversation, when a plan started forming my head. A plan that I KNEW Rose would hate.

Hehe, I'm so evil.

Yeah, that's it. I know. It SHOULD be longer. Next time though, we BOTH promise you that you'll have an eerily good time reading the chapter. Then, after, you'll hate yourself for being so intrigued. Scandalous, huh? Haha, so thanks so much for supporting the story! REVIEW!