I woke up the next morning to find my head on John's chest. His shirt had supposedly "fallen off" in the middle of the night. I looked at myself and I was still in my Zeta sweatshirt from college and my navy short shorts. I lifted my body and John pulled me back down as if it was a reflex. He was still asleep and Ringo was still on the floor. "Ringo!" I whisper shouted.
"What?"
"HELP ME!" Ringo jumped onto the bed and tried to pull me away. John is too strong. Ringo got on the floor and stood trying to get more of a good grip and pulled. He pulled too hard. I was released from Johns grip. Turns out I weigh more than I look. I pushed Ringo onto the floor and I was on top of his chest. We looked at each other and busted out laughing.
John was awoken from the loud laughter and said, "Bloody hell! You gave me a fright!" He put his hand on his heart and panted.
"It's just as well; it's 9:30. We have to get into the car and get into the studio." George said. He walked into our room scratching his head and yawning.
"What are you working on today?" I said as I stretched out my arms.
"With the Beatles, Till There Was You." Paul said, sitting on Ringo's chest.
"There were bells, all around, but I never heard them ringing, no I never heard them at all." I sang.
"Till there was you!" Paul sang back.
"Oh, isn't that the best musical ever!" I said leaning back on John's shoulder.
"Yes, it is! Oh, Paul, you're so amazing! Please take off my clothes! Paul, let's shag! I love you, Paul! Muah muah!" George mocked. He started to make kissing noises with his mouth. I leaped over the bed and jumped on top of George. "I'm sorry, Audrey! I deserve my punishment. Take me! Take me with your anger! But, God, do be gentle!"
"What?" I asked staring at him.
"Punish me by shagging me!" George yelled.
"You are so horny in the morning, it's disgusting, son." John said in a daze.
"Are we gonna be eating anytime soon?" Ringo asked rubbing his stomach.
"Only you would think about food before anything else." Paul said laughing.
"Actually, first I thought about killing you for sitting on me. Then I thought about Audrey's amazing bed head. Then I thought about food. HA! I win!" Ringo hollered.
"Bed head?" I asked. I ran and looked at the mirror. One side of my hair was pushed up and the other was matted down. I covered my head and ran into the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and ran into the shower.
…***Beatles***…
"Do you think she needs any help in that shower?" John said wiggling his eyebrows.
"Wow, John, you are such a whore." Ringo said, getting up and grabbing his toothbrush.
"Well, I have to shower, too. Why waste more water?" John said, shrugging. "I'll leave my boxers on. God."
"At least brush your teeth first, the last thing we want is for her to run away from your breath." Ringo said, squirting the minty gel onto the bristles. John took the toothbrush and swished it around in his mouth. "'Ey! That's mine!"
"You told me to." John shrugged. "Move over, Audrey!"
"I thought you were kidding!" George said walking into the bathroom.
"There is a naked bird in our shower. What part made you think I was kidding?" John asked, as if George was a complete numbskull.
John ran into the shower. The steam was rising all over and John could barely see me as he was walking through. It was a pretty big shower for 1963. "Marco." John laughed, putting his hands out.
"Polo." I respond. His hands fall on my shoulder. He opens his eyes and looks down.
"Aw, man!" You didn't expect that response, did you? I'm not a complete fool. I am not going to take a shower completely naked in a hotel room filled with 4 horny men! NO! I left my bra and underwear on. "Why aren't you naked?" John yelled, thoroughly disappointed.
"Um, hello? Four men, one girl. I don't want to get raped. I don't know you that well. I don't know your tendencies." I grabbed the shampoo and squirted it into my hands. I began washing my hair and John frowned.
"Well, at least it's a sexy bra. Not cotton like most girls." He said. Probably to himself, but who's to tell? I was wearing a black lace bra that didn't reveal too much skin. Lord knows, my mother would kill me if she saw me in it, though.
"You might as well wash yourself while you are in here. Lord knows Paul would be upset if you stunk up the recording studio." I told him. I handed him the bar of soap and the washcloth but John just stared at it. "What?"
"I am too depressed to wash myself, right now."
"Aw, does the baby want me to wash him?" I said in a small voice.
"Yes?" He said as if he knew what was coming.
"Too bad, you are a grown ass man. Wash yourself!" I said throwing the wash cloth at his head. I finished my shower and stepped out of the tub. Ringo was still there flossing his teeth. "Dear lord, son. Do you just sit there and floss for like 20 minutes on end?"
"Dental hygiene is important. I don't want another cavity." Ringo said as we walked out of the bathroom. "Did you forget to take off your skivvies when you went into the shower?" Oh, man.
"Shut up!" I hollered giggling. I put on a fresh pair of clothes and went into the car. Paul was there waiting. "You are a fast changer."
"Well, technically, I didn't take a shower because I took one the night before." Paul said, pretending to look bored.
"Oh, so we have a smarty on our hands, don't we?"
"It would appear so." Paul said, smiling. John leaped into the car.
"Hey there, Pauly! Watch yourself! You better not be moving in on my girl!" John said sitting on me. Oh, God, this CANNOT end well.
