I walked around aimlessly for a while, uninterestedly studying the objects around me. I couldn't help but wonder what John was talking about when he said Paul and George were obviously fighting. What could they be fighting about? It couldn't include me, could it?

The more I pondered the idea, the more I thought about the night George spent at my house. Could Macca be upset over that? No, I doubt he found out about it himself since he was probably having 'fun' that night screwing around with those girls. And there wasn't any reason for him to be mad. It's not like George and I did anything while he was there. I'm not that kind of person. Plus, it would be rather awkward. But I can't help but wonder...

No, I'm probably over thinking the entire thing. George might have taken Paul's last pack of ciggie's and he probably got all pissy about it. That wouldn't surprise me. They're most likely going to be fine tomorrow and everything would be back to normal.

The band began to play and I watched Ringo silently, trying to get accustomed to the newest member. I looked over at George and smiled, which he happily returned. This continued on for a while, them playing and Eppy, George Martin, and I observing. By the look on Mr. Martin's face, he seemed impressed. After the rehearsal, we said our goodbyes and John set a date for when they would return and begin recording a few tracks.

"I want to sit up front with you, John." Paul said suddenly.

"Do you?" John asked, apparently amused. "Why's that?"

Paul shrugged. "Dunno. I just do."

"Any particular reason, McCartney?"

"No, Lennon, no particular reason. I just want to sit up fucking front!" Paul said.

"Fine, be my guest." John looked over at me. "You ok sitting back there with George? I know it's a drag and all but..."

"It's fine." I answered as I got into the backseat. Paul mumbled something, but I couldn't quite make it out. George gave me a welcoming smile as I got in, but we kept quiet throughout the entire trip. I would've made a conversation but the fact that Paul wanted to move to the front had my head spinning. Why had he done that? Was it true that they were fighting? Was it really that serious?

We got back to John's house faster than I expected. I was too busy with all these damned questions, time just flew by. Once we got into the house, John, George, and I flopped down on the couch, lack of sleep obviously showing for the lads. Paul went over to the kitchen and silently got a beer.

"Well, boys, we're halfway there. Next week we'll be recording some of our songs. I don't know about you, but this is a fuckin' dream come true for yours truly." John said as he put his hands behind his head and relaxed.

"I can hardly believe it." George said. "It's happening."

"Sure is, Georgie, sure is."

The phone began to ring beside me and I picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Hello, Lori!" Greeted John's mother from the other line. "Haven't seen you in ages, dear!"

"Hi, Julia. How are you?" I looked at John, who gave me a pleading look. Don't tell her about the car, he mouthed, giving me a few hand signals as he did. I nodded.

"Oh I'm fine. Busy, busy." Julia answered.

"Not so different over here, to be honest." I said.

"Hmm, is John home?" she asked.

"Yes he is. Would you like to speak to him?"

"I'd love to, thanks."

"Alright."

I handed John the phone, who took it with a sigh. "What is it, mum?" He asked.

I leaned over to George and whispered, "Is it alright if I use your room for a while?"

George nodded. "Go ahead."

I smiled and stood up as I heard John getting into a small argument over Mimi's car that John wasn't supposed to be using.

I went inside the room and closed the door. I had a perfect idea for a song in my head, all I needed were a few words and chords to go along with it. I picked up John's guitar, hoping he wouldn't mind, a piece of paper and a pen.

I hummed the tune that was cemented in my head for a while now, and began to make up a few words. I wrote down a few lines but quickly scratched it out, nothing good coming to mind. This went on for quite a while.

"Oh this can't be that hard." I thought aloud. "Let's see," I began to play around with it a bit. "You got your G cord right here. It's like your cozy house where you live. That's where you start your journey. Here I am in my house, nice and cozy. And then you poke your head out the door with a C cord. Everything looks ok out here, maybe I'll take a walk outside to the D cord. Oh, walking around outside, look at all the stuff out here. Then we go to an A minor. Getting a little cloudy out here, lookin' like we might have some weather. Then we go to E minor. Oh, definitely got some weather, things are more complicated then they seem at first. Then we go back to my house!!" I laughed and heard someone joining me from behind. I turn around to see John leaning against the door, a very amused expression on his face.

"Nice song you got there." He said.

"I know, right?" I said, jokingly.

"Oh yes. We've got some competition now, yeah?"

"Right." I smiled.

"Listen, we ran out of beer here. Apparently Julia doesn't like to update her refrigerator for her own son. We're gonna go buy some. Wanna come?" John asked.

I shrugged. "No thanks. I'll stay here, keep an eye on things."

"Fine. I'll see you later." He walked out his bedroom door and, once I heard the lads leave and the front door close, I stood up and put away the guitar and pen. I crumpled up the now scribbled over piece of paper and headed for the garbage can. I hummed the tune still stuck in my head as I made my way through the small, empty house. Or so I thought.

I was surprised by Paul sitting down at the table in the kitchen, drinking tea.

"'Lo." He greeted.

"What are you doin' here? I thought you went with the others." I said, grabbing myself a cup and pouring in some tea.

He shrugged. "Didn't feel like it."

"Oh." I said, as I leaned against the table.

"What? Did you want me to go?" He asked.

"No, well, I dunno. I'm just surprised that you didn't go, that's all."

He nodded and looked down at the table.

"So, uh, what happened to you today? Why were you in such a fussy mood?"I asked him.

"I wasn't in a fussy mood. I'm just a bit pissed off, that's all." He answered.

"Is that right?" I said. "Something having to do with George, perhaps?"

He looked up. "How do you know?"

"I'm not stupid, Paul. John brought up something about you two fighting. It didn't come to my attention till then, and now I'm sure you two are in some kind of row."

"No, you're not stupid." He stood up to face me. "And it doesn't matter what goes on between George and I, anyway." He got closer. And closer. Too close for my liking. But as I stepped back, he just got close again.

"Really?" I said, still stepping back until I hit the wall behind me. And Paul just got closer.

"Uh huh. Y'know, George can be a sweetheart when he wants to but inside he's just a cold bastard." Paul said.

"I don't believe that." I told him. "I never will."

"Well, believe it, luv." He said. Our noses were only a few inches apart and this was becoming extremely uncomfortable.

"How 'bout you step back a bit?" I asked him, trying to be polite and not stir up any more problems.

"How 'bout you just relax?" I felt him put his hand on my shoulders and then moved down to my waist.

I quickly grabbed his hands and shoved him away from me. "And how 'bout you get your filthy hands off of me?!" I yelled at him. I left the kitchen and headed back over to John and George's room.

"Lori, wait. I'm sorry!" Paul apologized as he followed behind me. But I didn't want to talk to him, or even look at him. If he wanted to learn the hard way that it's not him that I want, then God knows he will.

I went inside the room, Paul right behind me, and slammed the door in his face.

~I know, this was complete crap. I was really tired but I felt I had to update. I hope you enjoyed it either way. Please review! Oh and anyone have suggestions?~