Okay, so I know I haven't updated in over a week and I'm sorry! The last week of school before vacation became crazy! I had to memorize a soliloquy from Macbeth and then perform it in front of my English class. Let's just say, I don't wanna talk about it. Then the same day I had a chemistry test that I didn't study for, but it's okay! It was easy! Then the day after that I had a chemistry project due that I didn't start till the night before. So yeah, you could say I was busy. But! During my hiatus, I thought of TWO more stories about The Beatles that I plan to write! So, I was a little productive at least.

Anyways, thank you to Obscure Séance Rita, IndigoNowhereGirl, Ruby Smith, vickytmandy, Alene236, Tomorrow May Never Know, and BabyGirl Harrison for your AMAZING comments. They make me smile and very giddy! Hahahaha Now, enjoy:

George was opening the front door of the McCartney's house while Maggie waited at the end of the path on the side walk. They'd peeked through the window first to make sure it was safe. George disappeared into the house for what seemed like an eternity to Maggie. All she could think about was John catching and hurting him. I can't let that happen again, Maggie thought to herself.

She'd felt so helpless when George was hurt. Maggie pretended that she didn't need protection, but truthfully, she did. Seeing the ones she loved hurt made her scared. If they couldn't protect her, who could?

Maggie decided that she'd actually have to talk to John if she ever wanted things to be peaceful again. I don't want to be the reason The Quarrymen break up! I'd be like Yoko of the Quarrymen…Oh. My. God! I AM the Yoko of The Quarrymen! As she fretted about this, the door opened and George walked out of the house. He was wearing his coat and carrying Maggie's. He handed it to her when he reached her.

"Thanks," she said as she put the coat on. It was warm from being inside the house. She smiled as her body became less cold.

"Better?" George asked putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Much," she answered, leaning into him while walking away from the house. They were heading in the opposite direction from which they had come.

"Did anybody see you?" Maggie asked.

"Just Mike," George replied. Mike was Paul's younger brother. "'E said John and that girl were still there. What was her name?" he asked himself.

"Cynthia," Maggie answered quickly.

"Right! You've got a good memory, you 'ave," he said sounding surprised. Maggie chuckled at this. Oh, if you only knew.

She then heard footsteps behind her. George heard them too. Suddenly, someone's hand was on George's shoulder. George turned around to find John glaring at him. Damn it! Maggie thought. She was certain that they'd avoided him.

"I'm not done with ya yet, Harrison!" John sneered. Maggie decided to intervene.

"John, stop! Punching George again isn't gonna solve anything," she said, stepping in between the two boys.

"Who said I was gonna punch 'im?" John said looking at George mischievously. "I thought I'd kick 'im first."

Maggie rolled her eyes. John was still glowering at George. Maggie pulled on John's coat so he'd look at her. Once he did, Maggie continued talking: "John, listen. I'm sorry for lettin' you kiss me; I shouldn't 'ave done that. It only created this big mess. But you knew I liked George then, and you know et now! So just stop all of this fighting!"

John looked confused. "But Maggie, what about what ya said on the bus?"

Maggie sighed. "John I said I believed in ya, and I do! But I believe in the whole band too, not just you."

"Oh, I see," John said. He looked totally defeated, as if his soul had just been crushed. This didn't go unnoticed by Maggie.

"Plus, I'm much too young for ya John!" she said hitting his arm playfully. "Now, I know there's a girl who's just about yer age waitin' for ya at Paulie's 'ouse." Maggie gave him a sly smile.

John chuckled at this. "Yeah, yer right. Yer just a kid, like George 'ere." He gestured to George as he said it.

Ughhhh, we were almost home free!

"John," Maggie sighed.

"No, Mags. It's all right." George said stepping forward.

"What?" John said looking from Maggie to George.

"John, you've gotta stop treatin' me like I'm some dim kid who doesn't know me arse from me elbow," George said bluntly.

Maggie was taken aback, but John didn't look phased at all.

"Okay, but it's gonna cost ya," John said with a devious smile.

"I'm serious," George said flatly.

"So am I."

George sighed. "What then?"

"Hmmm." John put his finger to his chin, as if he were thinking. "I've got et! I get ta kiss Maggie. If she says she doesn't feel a thing, you're an adult in me book." He exclaimed with a wink.

"You've got ta-"

"I'll do et!" Maggie interrupted. She knew she had no feelings for John and she desperately wanted George to be viewed as an equal.

"What?" George looked shocked, while John looked quite satisfied with himself-what else is new? "Mags, ya don't hafta do this."

"Yes, I do. Do you wanna be branded as the 'kid' forever?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then it's settled. I kiss John and you get respect," Maggie said putting her hands on her hips.

"But, only if ya don't feel anything," John pointed out. Maggie rolled her eyes at him. Like I'm gonna feel anything. . .

"Let's just get this over with."

"Well, don't get too excited 'bout it," John said sarcastically, "Wouldn't want ya ta 'urt yerself."

"Ugh! Just kiss m-"

John kissed her before she could finish. His lips were against hers; her face in his hands. John had closed his eyes, but Maggie hadn't. She finally did because of how awkward it felt not to. As they kissed, Maggie discovered something. Finally when they separated, John and George looked at her. John still looked happy with himself, while George looked worried.

"Well?" John asked as he arched an eyebrow

HA! CLIFFHANGER! MUHAHAHAHA! Sorry, I just had to do et! So, do ya think she felt anything? Is George gonna get respect? What will happen with Cynthia? And WHERE'S Paul and Penny? Hehehe I'm a bit hyper, I don't know why though… Anways, review please! XOXOXO