Here it is, the last chapter. My very first finished FanFic! Thanks everyone so much for the support =) I'm glad you enjoyed it! I suggest you check out my other story if you like this, and I'll be writing more stories soon!
Chapter 11
It was a couple of hours after the whole ordeal when the Beatles were finally able to just be alone again. Now they were back in their hotel room; this time just the four of them. Paul still lay in his bed on which John was also sitting, while George and Ringo both sat on the floor nearby.
"Well," said Ringo, "That was quite an adventure!"
"Ug…Tell me about it," groaned George, supporting his head with his hands.
"Yeah," wheezed Paul, "I'd say Georgie got the worst of it."
"'Ey," interjected John, "What about you? After all, you were the reason for all the trouble!"
"No," said Paul, smiling weakly, "That was Brian. Besides, the lunatic never actually got at me! I'm afraid I wouldn't be here if she did!"
"Oh, believe me, you wouldn't!" exclaimed George, turning to him wide eyed.
"Yeah, I guess you would know!" laughed Ringo. George put on a pretend pouty face.
"It's not funny!" he complained jokingly, "She nearly killed me!"
"Aha! So it wasn't so magnificent as you imagined, eh?" chuckled John. George half-grinned.
"No. No it wasn't. It was really quite awful. She didn't care about me at all!"
"Aw, it's all right, mate! We care for you!" said John, smiling his maniac-Lennon smile and ruffling his pal's hair.
Paul coughed forcefully and collapsed onto his pillow, shutting his eyes. His friends all looked worriedly at him.
"We really ought to go get you a doctor now," said Ringo.
"No…no, I'll be alright…" protested Paul weakly.
"Well, then you'll have to at least let us act doctor to you!" cried John, getting up.
"I'll make the tea!" called Ringo as he marched off towards the kitchen section.
George started getting up, but Paul held up his hand.
"Not you," he said, "You need a break, too. I can't imagine what that bird must have done to your brain. Plus, I need someone for company!"
George smiled at his pal and sat on the edge of his bed. Paul grinned feebly back at him.
"So what did you-" Paul began, but was interrupted by another coughing fit. Finally, he caught his breath and continued, "So what did you even do with that girl?"
George rolled his eyes at the memory.
"Ug…you want to know what we did? Honestly? We came here. That entire time, all she did was drag me here."
Paul smirked, then looked quizzical.
"How did she even know where we were staying? I thought we had actually kept it a secret this time!"
George sucked in his cheeks and averted his eyes. Paul's eyes grew wide.
"You mean…no, you didn't. Did you tell her?"
George developed an intense interest with his shoes. Paul began to laugh. He laughed so hard that he had to stop and cough breathlessly for a minute, but when he caught his breath he was still grinning.
"So I've got you to thank for this whole ordeal, huh? My goodness, what did she do, cast a spell on you?"
George looked up, grinning sheepishly.
"Hey, she was kind of pretty…"
Paul burst out laughing again and this time, George joined him. John walked back in the room with a new blanket, which he draped over Paul. He looked from George to Paul.
"I probably don't want to know," he said, sitting beside George.
Just then, Ringo came back in with a cup of tea and handed it to his sick friend. He then sat down on the other bed.
"Well, I hope Eppy's learned his lesson about these stupid publicity stunts," sighed John.
"He'd better have," George said through gritted teeth, "I swear, if he puts me through something like this again-"
"Well, you know, it's not the worst we've been through." interrupted Ringo.
"And look at us: we're still alive and well!" continued John, and then glanced anxiously at Paul, "Well, that is, all except…"
Paul laughed and sank contentedly back into his mountain of pillows and blankets.
"It's alright. I'll be better soon enough, and I still have you fellows no matter what!"
"No matter what." agreed George, grinning merrily at his friends.
"Yup," said John, picking up a pillow, "I guess you're stuck with us…FOREVER!"
He hurled the pillow at Paul, who quickly retaliated with a pillow of his own. George and Ringo were swiftly included into the action, and pretty soon, the four best friends were yet again engaged in an all out pillow war.
THE END
