Hola, mi amigos! I don't have much to say, so I'll just say thank you to my wonderful reviewers Moelolo, CheekyJohnnyBaby13, Flowerchild17, TheBeatlesMopTops, and IlovetheOldies. You guys rock, every time I read your reviews, I feel happy... inside... brownie points for anyone who got that, which should be all of you! Disclaimer: I do not own el Beatles or any references you may recognize. Just the awkwardly wonderful Dani:)

John's POV

Creaking wooden floors with the pitter patter of feet awoke me from my broken slumber. Giggles erupted from nearby and a muffled sound of a familiar voice echoed in my ears, ringing loudly even though it was further away.

Harrison.

Opening my bleary eyes, I adjusted myself as to see my surroundings more clearly. The plain, simple, barely furnished room with a half open, paint chipped door starred back at me. Suddenly, my head seemed to explode in pain, causing me to bury my face back into the soft surface below me.

Must 'ave stayed over at Geo's.

Groaning, I attempted to reenter my sleep, only to find it damn near impossible.

"Wut the fook did I get me self into last night?" I whispered into the pillow.

"It's funny you say that," a female voice spoke from behind me, "I was wondering the same thing."

At first, the person sounded strangely familiar, and then I figured that it was that Daniella chick that was staying with George.

"Wut do ya want, Dani?" My voice was hoarse and rough.

Footsteps closed in on my side, a warm presence radiated next to the bed.

"Well," the American accent seemed to hurt my ears even more, "You come here blackout drunk after almost four hours of storming out of the place. Something must be up, Mr. Lennon."

Visions of the night before were cloudy and confusing. Brian had told me something… Something involving Cyn… and then he tried to take me to the hospital, but I… I ran…

"I 'aven't a clue, luv." My face turned to hers.

Not a scrap of makeup, Rapunzelian red curls wrapped in a braid and cotton, minty colored pajamas.

"I'm sure you'll remember something soon. It's like two in the afternoon. Get your ass outta bed." And with that, she was gone.

I guess she was considered generally attractive. Okay, no, she's bloody gorgeous and adorable, but a big pain in my ass. Her tiny little frame, kind eyes, and freckled complexion gave her a sort of "I'm cute and adorable and everyone and their mother loves me". But, her smart ass comments and weird independence thing that birds don't usually have annoyed the bloody shite out of me.

"Lennon!" Geo called, "GET CHUR BLOODY ARSE OUT OF MY BED!"

"FUCK YOU HARRI!" I called back, my own screaming making my brain groan in pain.

Standing, or wobbling as I should say, I blinked several times before making my pain to the door. A mirror showed me my blood shot eyes, messed up mop, and clothes from before all wrinkled and worn.

Well, today should be fun.

Dani's POV

After sneaking away from the horny/blackout drunk John, I had fallen asleep in the comfort of the kind and sweet Quiet Beatle. We woke almost touching but not quite. Everything he does seem to make me smile or swoon. Spending the morning with him was any Beatles fan dreams come true. Making breakfast, we laughed and joked about everything, smiling and talking. We ate the delicious eggs and biscuits with some tangy orange juice, talking about our lives.

"Chicago, eh? Dunno much about it…" he munched on the buttery treat.

"Parts of it are wonderful, like the art museum. I loved Chicago when Aunt Lizzy took us there. But then… she got sick… and we ended up staying there for awhile while she got treatment. Nothing worked. She died when I was 15. My cousins, Brian and Neil, and Brian's girlfriend slash my best friend, left me there. I lived on the poor side. Wasn't that glamorous." I tried to smile, but it was hard.

"They left you? A fifteen year old girl, alone, they left you! Bloody bastards." He muttered under his breath.

"Ay, those are my cousins you're talking about, and even though you might be right, we're still somehow related." I took a swig of OJ before an awkward silence took hold of the room.

"Tell me about you, George." I asked, smiling in his direction.

A grin reappeared on that loveable face and he told me his life, a life I had already known of, but hearing him say it was magical.

"Me ma an pa 'ad the four of us, me being the baby. Our first 'ouse sucked bollocks. Then, we moved up, and I started school. Didn't really take much interest until I was eleven or twelve, 'eard 'Heartbreak Hotel' an was completely hooked." We talked for maybe an hour until a telephone rang, making George answer it.

"Ello?" he asked.

A muffled voice sounded on the line.

"Yes, Brian, e's fine, snoozin peacefully, like a baby."

They continued to talk, so I decided to pay John a little visit. Entering the room, I walked slowly, looking at the figure stirring in the bed.

"What the fuck did I get me self into last night?" a small, scratchy voice said.

"It's funny you say that," a female voice spoke from behind me, "I was wondering the same thing."

Silence.

A snide reply came from the messy mop top.

"Well," I said, he shuddered in pain, "You come here blackout drunk after almost four hours of storming out of the place. Something must be up, Mr. Lennon."

Stirring, his face turned to mine, tired and hung over, eyes as red as my hair, but still somehow handsome.

" 'Aven't a clue luv." He seemed to be looking at me strangely, so I decided to leave.

"… Get your ass outta bed" I added, leaving the room.

George stood there, sexy half smile and all.

"Just what do ya think you're doing, Miss Jae?" he asked, leaning up against the wall.

I walked to the couch and plopped myself on the cushion.

"Trying to wake up John. Who was that?" I inquired, resting my head on the soft couch pillow.

"T'was Brian. Paul and Rings should be here soon. We 'ave to record today. Would you like to come to the studio with us?" he asked before yelling at John to "Get his bloody arse up."

I laughed as "FUCK YOU HARRI!" came from the other room.

"Dani, there's something that Brian told me…" He began, "Cynthia, John's girl… well… it's early… but she might be pregnant."

Looking back at the hallway, I let out a long sigh.

Julian, sweet, innocent Julian, always the ignored.

"Poor thing…" I muttered, hearing the ever so graceful steps of a hung over man stumbling out of bed.

"Why don't you go get changed and ready?" he politely patted me on the back.

I nodded my head and started to the bedroom.

STUDIO. WITH BEATLES. DANI HAPPY.

I will most definitely post chapter 11 either tonight or in the morning. I must go now, loves, have a wonderful day!:)

PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUT.