Authors Note: Sorry it has been a little while since I have last updated. I apologize!
Alexandra's P.O.V
I feel a hot ray of sunshine the moment I wake. It isn't the only thing bothersome but also the heavyweight around my chest and stomach. A yawn occupies my mouth while I stretch every muscle. In a response, a groan comes up but not from my own mouth. I wearily look to my side.
"John," I smile, cuddling into his chest. He must have climbed into bed with me early this morning. Most people would question and they should but this family isn't exactly normal. I go with the flow and enjoy the heat radiating off his chest. It's soft. Guys usually take offense to that because they want their chest to be hard but when it is soft, I like it more.
He is sort of a bear compared to me. Kevin has a boney chest but the feeling I get while holding him is hot. All over my face, I feel as if I am burning up like a volcano. While I hug John, I sort of feel more of a secure and emotional feeling. I don't want to pull away but make him my cocoon. That'd be sort of gross, though. Huh?
Kevin's hugs are uncomfortable like George's is. When I hug George, I get the same uncomfortable, hot sensation throughout my body. It is awkward but I'll start to laugh and leave drool on his suit. George doesn't hug me tight anymore like he use to. It is okay because I wouldn't want someone else saliva on my suit.
The bed shifts and rattles to my displeasure. The knuckles on my right hands go a white color as I squeeze his shirt, tugging it; making the whole thing stretched and wrinkly.
"No!" I beg, trying to cuddle more. I like it maybe too much. He chuckles slightly and gives in. Big arms squeeze me so tight it almost pushes the air out of my lungs. Tickling feeling takes over an ear.
"I have to go to work, Love," he says to me sweetly and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. What a change from the last day or two, I think. I nod. Of course you have to go to work. You always have to go to work.
Cautiously, I let go of him. Why? Another kiss is planted but this time on a cheek.
"You always have work!" I whine and think of Julian. He is at home with Cynthia's mother and friend, I believe. I have only met them about once or twice. People and I don't exactly match especially when they like to pinch at you.
I sleepily sit up and pout. John pulls on the same pants he had on yesterday, right over his underwear. Gross. The others must do the same thing and then they wonder why the car smells like fish…. He smiles at me.
"Go back to sleep!"
"I can't now!" I laugh, and in the corner of my eye, I see the room service booklet. Ringo said I could order something for breakfast. John said no. Ringo said yes. Cynthia does it every day but I can't? Calling that number and placing an order would be going against his 'fatherly' wishes. I look up at him, smiling. "Can I order breakfast just this once, please?" He shakes his head.
"Go downstairs, you have two feet!" I don't protest or complain because he is right, I have two perfectly working legs and feet. My arms and legs stretch once again as I crawl out of bed.
The clock on the night stand read 6:45. Every morning for school I have to get up at 6:00 am, check on Julian, change his diaper, bring him downstairs, start coffee, and then feed him. It is gross because whatever I put in there, he spits right back out. I don't complain because it is the least I could do for everything they have done for me.
School usually ends at 3:00 pm, so when I come home, I let Cynthia do what she has to do and babysit. Sometimes we go outside and play when it isn't raining. I don't mind because Julian is quiet most of the time so I can study and finish my homework. He lays down on his stomach on my bed when I work at my desk. It's so cute.
"I have to go, alright?" I lift my chin and nod. Johns waves me goodbye and as he walks out, him and George clash. He chews on a piece of buttered toast and smiles.
"Good morning," he laughs and before I could speak, he throws me a bag of green looking things…green gummy bears! Then I squint…they are green Jelly Belly's. They are much chewable than gummy bears but I like gummy bears. I have a lamp. As they hit my bed a few fall out.
"Next time, you can hand them to her!" Ringo says, smiling at me. "I got them for you?" SEE? He spoils me more than the rest of them. George frowns.
"No, I did!"
"No, I did."
"They both did," Paul walks in, his face looks strangely brand new; only a little blue on one cheek and a semi-split lip. "With my money!" So, technically Paul bought them for me. I whisper a thank you and pop a lime tasting Jelly Belly in my mouth. The ones back home are much softer.
Not so tangy either. They are good, though. It is candy and candy is good. Best when you have it for breakfast. Now, I don't have to walk down to the dining hall. I have this huge bad to last me for awhile. I smile at Paul glowing stance.
"Paul, what is going on?" I tilt my head and he smiles wider. A petite red head walks into my room.
"Paul, you promise we'd get coffee before going to work!" She pouts and he nods, grabbing her arm, happily. I wave to Jane.
"Hello, Jane," I say, politely. She looks over to me and smiles.
"Hello!" I have only met her about five times during her and Paul relationship. She is really nice but sometimes snooty but not in the rude way. Jane had come from a much more privileged lifestyle then the rest of us. She doesn't like rock n' roll much and it confuses me.
Maureen likes it a lot. She was Ringo's steady girlfriend and much nicer than Jane. Not that Jane is rude because she is far from it. Maureen, or Mo, is very friendly. I also she her quite frequently back home. She met Ringo back at the Cavern club where they use to play. George is single but he is always with girls after performances and practice. It makes me mad because George shouldn't waste his time with groupies like them. He is a good man and should get a girl that is nice like Mo.
Mo calls Ringo, Ritchie. It is funny to me, really. No one call's Ringo that! Maybe his Mother? I have never met Ringo's parents or anyone's, really. I only met Cynthia's mother. John doesn't have a Mum or Dad just his Aunt Mimi but I've never met her, either.
I sigh and cuddle my legs. It just me in the room because as I was thinking, I totally ignored the fact everyone left. Cynthia is in the next room painting, probably. With my index and thumb, I pluck another Jelly Belly. They weren't too bad. I smile as I savor the taste.
Maybe I could call Grace or Kevin? I promised him back home that I would call him at least once. We will be away for more than a few weeks. It makes me shiver when I think of all the school work I will have to catch up on.
"Cynthia," I softly call from my bed. I hear nothing in return and I assume she hadn't heard me. I jump off my bed and rush to my door frame. "Cynthia?" I call louder but no response. "hm?" I walk in my nightgown to the hotel room her and John share most nights. She was not in there.
Me, myself, and I. That is all. That is all that there is. I am barely alone. I spot a little note on her table or nightstand. It reads simply: be back in two hours. Two hours? Where in God's name will she be for two hours? John said specifically we do not go on our own. Unless Brian had gone with her? That would be stupid because he would be with them not Cynthia. What could Brian do if a million girls swapped Cynthia? Not that Brian's weak but I highly doubt he could battle girls. Maybe a few girls at a time but a lot…no way.
I decide to change into a simple outfit: a black skirt with a white shirt. I loved those Jelly Belly's but I now wanted breakfast. Maybe some eggs? At home, Cynthia doesn't cook breakfast, breakfast but toast. That is what I have every day if not cereal or oatmeal. Oatmeal is kind of gooey and nasty, though. My short legs walk down the long hallway to the elevator.
"Where are you going?" Is the first thing that whacks me in the face. Jane smiles as she walks out, blocking my way in. She folds her freckled arms and wrinkles her nose.
"How was coffee with Paul?"
"It was nice," she answers. I nod and she nods. It's a bit awkward. She looks at me and gives a toothier smile. "Where are you going?" I am stuck with my words. I have no clue really because I wasn't hungry anymore.
"The lobby," was all I could come up with. We were all a little 'eh' today because to tonight is Sunday, February ninth. The Beatles will be on The Ed Sullivan Show. She nods, again.
"Will you be joining me and Cynthia tonight?"
"Of course! They'll be brilliant, I just know it," I smile and Jane strangely locks arms with me.
"We can go to the lobby together," she offers. Without a choice, I walk into the elevator with her. "The coffee and muffin were very good. I'm very fully, though. I think it's all the nuts I ate on the plane?" She questions herself and then turns to me. "Mo didn't join you two?"
"Ringo didn't want her to come…It's sad, really!" Jane frowns and nods.
"Well, Paul didn't even know I was coming until I showed up!"
"And that's why he was glowing like a fairy?" Jane's face drops and shakes her head.
"Don't say fairy," she hushes me and I don't have a clue. I panic and look at her.
"What did I do?"
"You didn't do anything?"
"What did I say-"
"Fairy is another word for gay." I mouth an 'oh'. I never even knew what gay was until George explained it to me. It doesn't make sense like a lot of things to me. I shrug my shoulders and walk into the lobby. I stop dead short and walk make in. Jane follows me. "What is wrong?" She pouts.
"I don't like those girls," I point through the closing doors; Christy and Sam. "They gave me something that made me crazy. They were mean and rude. Brian was wrong to let me hang with them." Jane knits her eyes.
"They drugged you?"
"They thought it would be funny but it wasn't!" When we finally reach our floor, we walk in sync all the way to my rom. I envy Jane just like I envy most girls. She had a very pretty face and cute smile. Every time I meet her I feel the need to impress her. That is why I hound her to death but she doesn't seem to mind. I suppose she likes me? My shoulders shrug.
"Are you okay?" She must have noticed me staring at her pretty, facial features.
"Nothing, just thinking! You have pretty hair," I laugh, sitting on my bed. Jane does her usually nod and sits next to me.
"What now?"
"We wait hours on end until tonight!" I laugh. It was true because that is what I did most nights…wait.