"Lori, I'm so sorry. I really shouldn't have gone to this guy's house. I'm so sorry..." George apologized for what seemed like the millionth time since we got into the car. We were driving back to John's house to see if he was finally awake and, most importantly, to tell him that I was staying.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," I told him. "But, you did it out of good intention. So I'll forgive you."

He turned towards me. "I'm so glad you're stayin'."

"I am too."

"Why were you gonna go with him, anyway?"

I sighed. "I just liked the thought of having a dad, I guess."

"Yeah, well, dad's are overrated." George smiled. "And plus, he was a total arse. He should probably get that temper checked out. It would do a lot of good, that."

"Right, why don't you go tell him that then?" I grinned as I drove up to the driveway of the house.

"Yes, you should come along. It would be the highlight of the week."

"Come along and get Harrison guts all over me? No, thanks. I just bought this shirt, you see."

"But aren't Harrison guts the best? I hear it cures blindness."

"I'm sure not even the blind want that anywhere near them."

"Jealous?"

I slammed my hands on the steering wheel sarcastically. "However did you know?"

"I'm just that good, luv."

I smiled "Yes you are."

He looked at me, his expression suddenly very serious. "I love you, Lori."

I watched him back, mirroring his expression as I nodded. "I love you too, George."

He leaned in and the space between our mouths was quickly filled, his lips finally meeting mine. My thoughts went immediately back to our first kiss only weeks ago. What caught my attention, however, was that it felt as fresh and wonderful as the first time our lips connected. Which, I figured, seemed to be what love was all about. Being able to experience that exhilarating feeling over and over again.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes for a moment until a small smile covered his features. "Look at us. John is in the house completely unconscious and we're here with our tongues down each other's throats."

"Way to ruin the moment!" I said, even though I was completely satisfied.

"Well." He shrugged and got out of the car. I opened the door and got out myself, meeting George at the front door who, so casually, locked our hands together.

"Paul! Rich!" I yelled as we stepped inside.

"In here!" I heard Paul's voice answer from the living room. We walked into the room and found Paul, Ringo, and an awake John lying on the floor gulping down a glass of water.

"John! Are you alright?" I asked, running over to him and sitting beside him.

"Hmm," He answered a bit sleepily. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?" George asked.

"Yes! Christ, I've been asked that ten times already! I'm fine!"

"He's grouchy when he jus' wakes up," I whispered to George, to which he nodded.

"Alright, 'ave you got any cuts or anythin'? And keep that cloth to your nose, you'll ruin the carpet." Paul told him.

"Ok, mummy dear!"John said and did as Paul told. "I dunno if I've got any cuts. But I think me neck is permanently bruised."

I sighed. "John, you're so stupid."

"I love you too, Lori."

"Really!" I said. "You know about Sam. You shouldn't have gone over there! What were you thinkin'?"

"I was thinkin' that I should do what's good for you and convince that stupid son of a bitch that you're stayin' with us and not him!" John explained. "And besides, George is the idiot who had to open his mouth and insult the sod in the first place. Don't you know that's my job?"

George rolled his eyes. "Well, if you hadn't insulted him right afterwards then all this wouldn't have happened!"

"Yeah, it wouldn't have. Instead, you'd be broken in two and drifting in a sewer somewhere. But that would've been better for all of us, right?"

"Alright, ok. So both of you were idiots who insulted him. Can we move on?" I said in annoyance.

"Ow," John whined as he massaged the back of his neck. "That guy still has it, doesn't he?"

"He did this to you before?" Ringo asked.

"Oh yeah, plenty of times. You should've seen me, I was such a little prick. I used to put worms in his drawer of clothes and all kinds of things in his shampoo bottle. He'd throw a fuckin' fit."

"Hey," I said, "it wasn't funny. He wouldn't let you come over his house anymore. I had to sneak out and visit all by myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you survived." John said. "And by the way, does this all mean you're stayin' here? 'Cause I'd hate to have gone through all that for nothin', y'know."

"No, John," I began sarcastically, "I decided I'm gonna be moving to a completely different country with a maniac who practically injured my best friend."

John gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his chest. "That sarcasm was completely uncalled for!"

I laughed. "How could I leave you, John?"

"You can't. But it's not me you should worry about. George would just die without your lovin'!" He winked at him.

I swear, George turned red. "Shurrup."

"So, are you two official or what?" Ringo asked, pointing between me and George.

I looked over at the lad. "Err, yeah. I think we are." I answered and he gave a small smile.

Paul sighed heavily. "Finally."

"Oh yeah, Paul. I know you've been waitin' for this your entire life!" George said mockingly.

"Shurrup," Paul answered. "I'm just glad you guys are together so there won't be anymore problems."

"Yeah, and you'll still be droolin' after her when she walks by." Ringo said with a laugh.

Paul glared at him. "Shut. Up."

"Oh that reminds me, Georgie..." John spoke up. "I just wanted to inform you on a few things. 'Cause, y'know, if you cheat on her... I'll kill you. If you leave her, I'll kill you. If you make her cry or do her wrong, I'll kill you. And if you raise a hand to her, I'll fuckin' murder you. Do you get it or do I have to clarify it further?"

"Umm," George nodded quickly. "Yeah, ok."

"Good, then I'm happy for ya."

"God, John. I can take care of myself." I told him.

"Sure you can. Just like when you decided to leave with some lunatic you haven't seen in years and live with him for the rest of your life. Way to take care of yourself, luv."

I sighed. "You're gonna hold this against me for the rest of me life, aren't you?"

"Damn right."

"Well, anyroad, I'd really like to forget about this whole thing and go out. Me and Rings decided to go down to the diner, want to come?" Paul said.

I shrugged. "Sure."

I stood up, taking hold of George's hand and followed Paul out the door while Ringo helped John stand up.

"You feelin' alright?" Ringo asked.

John glared at him. "I dunno, why don't you ask that again? Maybe my fist can answer you this time."

"Oh... sorry."

"Don't worry, Rich. You'll get used to good ol' Johnny." Paul informed him.

The diner was only a few blocks away, so we simply made our way walking, me and George's hands still locked together. On the way, we joked around, Paul and Ringo showing us the new dance move they made up while John was still knocked out (how they came up with it, I will never know), John found some girls he knew from the college and tried lifting up their skirts as they walked by, and John and Paul decided that the local elderly woman walking by needed her usual Lennon/McCartney torture. We finally reached the diner at 6.30 that night.

John breathed in deeply. "Thank God, I'm starved!"

"When aren't you?"

"What are you implying, McCartney?" John turned to him. "You sayin' I'm fat?"

"Yes, John. That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Well, at least I wasn't fuckin' 200 pounds at 14!"

"At least I'm not 200 pounds now!"

"Neither am I!"

Paul scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"You want to take this outside?"

"We are outside, dumbass."

"Umm," George said. "Can we eat before we turn into Muhammad Ali? 'Cause I'm fuckin' hungry."

"Right. Paulie here needs his protein before he gets beaten."

"Shutup, Lennon."

"Make me, McCartney!"

I rolled my eyes as we entered the noisy diner. How could I leave this? These guys were insane. Liverpool was insane. But this was my home. And, honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

OF COURSE I update almost a week after I originally said I was going to. But, c'mon, what'd you expect? So go on, review. I love all of your reviews almost as much as I love every one of my readers! Oh and in other news, I had to do a project for language arts last week and we had to write a creative writing story on anything we wanted (every sentence had to be in ABC order, though, which sucked some serious ass) and I wrote it all on Beatles references. Turns out my language arts teacher is a Beatles fan and knew everything I was talking about. 100% AND reading it in front of the class? I THINK SO!

Oh, pardon my randomness.