I'm so mean.. i didn't update for a long time.. so i made a super long one.. and another:)

I really hope you like this one..some unexpected turns.. i really appreciate reviews..:)

December 30th, 1964. 10:00pm Paul

"That's what happened. I'm sorry I knew i neglected your order but i-"

"It's fine.." I blurted it out.. even though i didn't 100% forgive him. John's eyes widened. "Yer me best friend. This is just another bundle of mischief ye've created for yerself yet again." I uncrossed my arms.

"I'm truly sorry though Paul. I swear." John explain his hands out as if he was trying to give the apology to me.

"I know." i replied "Just get ready for an argument when we get back to the hotel." John shrugged as if it was nothing. Because after all - all the fight's I've seen John and Cynthia go through - i was sure he could watch one for me.

"I guess I better. Yer an unworthy swine." John chucked. "are we still the same old Paulie and Johnny?" i smiled.

"Yep."

December 30th 1964, 11:32 pm. Paul.

I sat in front of Johns Cadillac next to him n the left and stared out the window at the street lights. I forced Ringo and George to sit in the back with her. She tried to wrap her arms around me but i didn't care. I was pissed off at her. On the way back to the hotel, no one even talked. Everyone know that Michelle was going to get a mouth full.

John parked in front of the hotel and we walked inside past screaming girls. I was perfectly calm. I rushed into the elevator with the boys and Michelle behind me. We stood in the elevator while it went up slowly. My hands were in front of me, clutched together.

"What first attracted me to you?" Ringo questioned breaking the ice. That boy - always has to do that.

"Your politeness." John smiled at him as if nothing was wrong. Ringo nodded his head and looked back at the door. They opened and Ringo and George rushed off towards their room. I opened the door to my room and walked in. Michelle sat on the bed and began kicking off her heels.

"Well, Pack yer things." I stated to her, nearly glaring at her.

"What? Why." Michelle asked her mouth open and crossing her arms.

"It will be best for everybody if ye just left." I said with no expression.

"Now Paul, Come 'ead. That's enough now." John said looking at me narrowing his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" I asked as if i didn't hear him.

"Paul, this is ridiculous. Ye can't just make 'er leave because yer mad at 'er." John said glaring at me.

"If ye want her to be on tour, let her be with ye. That's fine with me. I don't want her here with me." I said simply crossing my arms. I was really calm - which was really werid for me.

"Fine." John said, "I'll get another room" John grabbed Michelle's hand and they left. Do as they please - I don't give a piss anymore.

December 30, 1964, 11:53 pm. Michelle.

John had his arm wrapped around me in the elevator door his lips pressed firmly together. He was staring at the door like he was going to haul off a punch it.

"I'm sorry, luv. Ye know Paul wouldn't be acting like this if I hadn't..." John stopped and sucked in a breath.. "If i hadn't... Ye know."

"I know." I said quietly. Because i knew it was right.

December 31, 1964 2:36am Paul

"Do you want to stay in our room? We have an extra bed ye know." Ringo and George urged on. They thought my mental thoughts would go crazy by myself. Well, my girlfriend did have sex with my best friend.. and she's pregnant..

so.. whats next?

"I'm fine." I assured, "I'll stay here." Here referring to my room. I'd much rather be home with Micheal and my dad. In my bed - and if I was 14, probably writing a song about how love sucks and i just want to fookin' die.

"Alright.. Well... I'll see you." Ringo stated like he was leaving the band. I sighed and shook my head. I hung up the phone and stared at the TV that was playing a film that was older than i was. It was quit, not a scratch of noise from the TV not the sound of John playing ships in the bathtub or the sound of people arguing in the room next to me. Just me and my thoughts.. that were trying to drive me crazy.

I sighed and lay back in the comfy bed.. and drifted off with the tv still playing.

January 12, 1965 2:35pm George

I walked into the bathroom with Shake. I held my shaving bag in my hand as John was singing in the bathtub. I knew it would later give me a headache.. but it knew it was worth it if i showed shake how to use a safety razor.

"A grown man 'n' ye haven't used a safety razor?" I asked unzipping my shaving bag after I had set it on the counter.

"I came from a long line of electricians." Shake explained. John was being loud singing 'O Britten!'

"Well- yer not practin' on me!" I said out loud poking myself in the chest. I outlined his face in the mirror with shaving cream that smelt like aftershave. I started 'shaving' the mirror.

"Pet yer tongue back in yer mouth. It looks nasty, all out there.. pink and naked like." I said.

"Help! Help! I'm down!" John yelled in the bathtub.

"Torpedo again, eh?" I asked and kept going at the mirror.

"George, C'ed there's a car waiting." Norm called walking into the bathroom, "Eh, and wheres John?"

"In the bath" said Shake.

I put my bag on the chair out in the other room, and put on a long jacket that was hanging on the chair and ran out the door with Ringo.

"Do ye think John's is still in the bath?" Rings questioned.

"No. He pulled one of his magic tricks a'ain." I said. Ringo chuckled because he knew I was right. You see- John does these magic tricks all the time just to mess with us. One minutes he's in the bath, the next second he's dressed and playing 'Help' on his guitar. Paul met us in the hallway.

"Hullo.." He greeted buttoning up his suit. "Traveling by train?"

"I think.. Norm is tryin' ta find Johnny." I smiled.

"Was he in the bath?" Paul asked. I nodded, "He'll never find 'im"

January 12, 1965 3:52pm Michelle

I sat staring at my puppy, quietly in my bedroom.

"Do you think John loves me?" I asked my puppy, Rufus. He stared at me slobbering everywhere. Stupid bulldog, ruining my carpet.

"John, loves you? Michelle, what are you talking about?" Emily asked walking into the room carrying an apple and today's newspaper.

"Does John Love me? I mean, he got me pregnant." I said quietly, petting rufus fur.

"Your crazy. Why would he love you - when he's married?" Emily asked. OK- that came as a shock.

"He's married?" I asked loudly, almost shouting.

"Yeppers - and he has a 3 month old son named Julian." Emily said, "His wife's name is Cynthia."

"THAT'S CRAZY! Why would he.." I stopped talking. I wanted to throw Emily out the window and pelt her with bricks. But another part of me just simply wanted and sob.

And that's what I did.

I cried into her arms.

"How could he?" I cried into her arms.

"How? Crap, Michelle. He's John Lennon - He does as he pleases." Emily said, Obsoily she didn't care how much i was sobbing,"Where is he anyways?"

"London." I cried.

"Well - it's time to lay him a piece of our mind.. Come on now - we need plane tickets!"

January 13, 1964. 3:46pm Michelle

I knocked on Paul's hotel door quietly. The door opened - revealing Paul.

"Michelle - What the Hell are ye doing here?" Paul asked walking out of the door and closing it behind himself.

"I'm here to see John." I stated, my voice not getting as loud as i pleased.

"Well, ye can't." Paul said.

"Why?" I questioned, I fixed my hat on top of my head.

"Because His wife is in there! Yer not going ta ruin his relationship!" Paul yelled angerly.

"I think that's his problem now - ain't it Paul?" I asked Paul shook his head. He stared at me with daggers. He shook his head.

"I need to explain this to you. I'll be back." Paul slipped back into the door. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

A few moments later - Paul appeared beside me. We walked to the elevator.

"John has been married for almost a year now. He even has a son Michelle." Paul Began.

"I understand. That's why i was lying in bed for 3 hours crying with Emily. Emily was there Paul. Not you." The tears welled over and soaked my cheeks. "Emily Paul. NOT YOU."

"Oh, don't cry Michelle. Come here." Paul hugged me ," John and I talked everything over. If yee agree. Yer and Johns child will be mine and Yers." I nodded into his suit, "Is that alright?" I nodded again. "I love ye Michelle."

"I love you too, Paul."