"You can stay with us, Audrey." Ringo told me.
"You didn't want to be with that scum bag anyway." Paul said stroking my back.
"He sounds like a git, a real wanker." John said. He sat on the coffee table and held on to my shoulders, looking deep into my eyes.
"Anyone who throws Audrey out is a wanker. A wanker who doesn't know a good thing when it stares him in the face." George said. He had anger in his eyes.
"Thanks, you guys. It really means a lot to me." I put my head on Ringo's shoulders. I began to cry again. "It's just that I loved him. We were together for 4 years. Sure I lied to him. But that was months ago, I thought I had gained back his trust. But I guess not." Ringo stroked my hair as the rest of the guys looked at me.
"You are welcome to stay here, Audrey." Paul told me.
"In fact, you are not allowed to leave." John said trying to make me laugh.
"Thanks guys. It really means a lot to me!" I gave Ringo a giant hug.
"No problem, Audrey." Ringo said.
"The tension was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife," John said putting on a narrator's tone of voice.
"Come off it, John!" George yelled.
"Well, let's turn those frowns upside down then! Let's listen to some music!" John said flipping on the radio.
I wanna be your lover, baby
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover, baby
I wanna be your man
My eyes began to tear up and my face swelled. "Audrey? What's wrong?" George said, looking concerned.
"This was the song that was on when Ricky and I had our first kiss!" I cried and ran into the bedroom.
Ringo's POV
(PLEASE NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THE SCRIPT TO A HARD DAY'S NIGHT!)
I sighed as Audrey ran into the bedroom. I felt so bad for her. I wish there was something I could do. But I know its best not to get involved. "Going in then?" George asked me.
"Nah, she'll only reject me in the end and I'll be frustrated." I replied.
"You never know, you may be lucky this time." John replied from his lazy position on the couch.
I stared at the door. "No, I know the psychological pattern. It plays havoc with me drum skins." I did want to go in. I just didn't want to be turned down.
"Oh, COME OFF IT THEN," Paul yelled. "Just go in there."
…
I heard a knock on the door. "Audrey? It's me, Ringo. Please open up." I opened the door, knowing I looked like a giant wreck but I wanted him to come in. He gave me one look and smiled. He covered his mouth trying not to laugh.
"HEY!" I said giving him a look. "It's not polite to laugh at other people's misery!"
"I'm sorry," He said laughing. "Let me clean you up." He brought me into the studio bathroom and sat me on the counter. I felt like a child as he cleaned up my face. He wiped away my smeared eyeliner and mascara. He kissed my cheek tenderly and then said "WA-LA! You are très très beautiful." He said in a French accent.
"Thank you Ringo." I leaned my head against at the mirror and he smiled. He took my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.
"Hey look who decided to come out of the closet!" John shrieked.
"It's not a closet, it's a bathroom, you numbskull!" George hollered.
"None the less, I was trying to crack a funny. You. Ruin. EVERYTHING!" John yelled. With that, he got up and ran to me. He jumped and clicked his heels together. He hugged me tight.
"If he only had a brain, right?" Ringo said with a smirk.
"Wizard of Oz reference, I love it!" I said with laughter.
"Arlen is a genius." Paul said with a smile.
"He is, isn't he?" I said,
"So, does this mean you are done crying?" George asked me.
"Yes… for now anyway." I told him. I didn't get to fit in that last part because my answer was followed by a simultaneous:
"YES!"
"That leaves one question. Who are you bunking with?" John said waggling his eyebrows.
"Um… Ringo? Do you mind if I bunk with you?"
"NO! Of course not! I will go make up the bed." He giggled and ran off into the bedroom.
"I hope he isn't looking to shag. I'm not quite in the mood." I said to no one in particular. John laughed and put a hand on my shoulder as if he needed to hang on to someone to keep from falling.
"He isn't looking for a shagger. Trust me." George said wiping away a tear.
"I think he might be looking for just a taste of honey. Keep your legs closed, missy." John said batting his eyelashes. He looked up at me from under his bangs and I shook my head.
"You are so stupid." I said laughing.
"SHHH! Just because you know that doesn't mean they have to!" He said as if it were a secret.
"I'll keep it to myself." I said giving his hair a shake.
…:3 hours later:…
Ringo was on the floor in his room in his pajamas reading a book of comics. I was in his bed. "I feel terrible." I said looking at him.
"Why is that?" He said looking up from his book.
"This is your bed. I should be sleeping on the floor."
"Don't be absurd. You're the lady."
"COMING THROUGH!" John burst through the door and jumped on the bed. He dove under the covers and pretended to fall asleep. I laughed and looked back at Ringo. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the book. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bed. I closed my eyes and Ringo put his head on my pillow. He fell asleep. A loud trumpet-like noise erupted from his nose.
"I should have known that he snores. Especially with a nose like his." I said. John looked at me and laughed. I closed my eyes. I tried to fall asleep. When I finally began to feel myself drift off, I felt arms around my waist. I turned and looked to see who it was. Ringo had fallen off the bed onto the floor and John had pulled me closer to him and put his arms around me. This is awkward… oh well, might as well try to sleep.
