A/N: So here is chapter two! That all… I just wanted to make an author's note…Oh! And let's not forget the disclaimer…like I have done and will continue to do. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles or Brian Epstein.
"Get up, Paulie!" a brash voice demanded.
Paul opened his eyes slightly and upon seeing John, shut them tightly once more.
"What are you doing in my apartment, Lennon?" he mumbled.
"You must not remember anything from last night." John batted his eyelashes in a sultry way and used his best feminine voice.
Paul narrowed his eyes. "Very funny. I remember everything from last night. I met a girl you know."
"A girl?" John asked, suddenly becoming interested. "I don't see a girl."
"She's not like that." Frowned Paul. "And besides, she had another…" he trailed off.
"Date?" John snorted. "Oye, Paulie! You're telling me this girl turned down a date with a Beatle for a night out with some other bloke? I mean, I always thought you were odd…"
"Shut up, John! I'll just have to…"
"Do you even have her number?" John interrupted, raising an eyebrow.
"You never told me why you're in me apartment." Paul said, turning away from John, slightly hurt.
John sighed. "We're recording "Help!" today. Georgie and Ringo are already at the studio. George says he's got a "surprise" for us."
"A surprise?" Paul asked pulling on a pair of trousers.
"Don't ask me. I never know what's running through the boy's head, other than food…"
Paul and John left the apartment, the song "I've just seen a face" running wildly through Paul's mind. They arrived at the studios with an extremely angry Brian Epstein waiting for them.
"What are you doing out here in the cold?" John asked their manager while taking a long drag from his cigarette.
"Oh, just enjoying the weather!" he began sarcastically. "What do you think I've been doing, John? You two are an hour late! You had me worried sick! I thought you'd been carried away by some group of hormonal teenagers! We are in the midst of Beatlemania!" he waved his hand around at nothing imparticular.
"You know something, Eppy?" John inquired. "You're a swine." He smirked.
Brian Epstein breathed deeply and closed his eyes. "Just get in the studio, John. You too, Paul."
"Paul takes all responsibility for our tardiness!" Lennon called back to Brian with a smile as the two entered the studio.
The two friends' bickering continued as they reached the recording booth. George Harrison cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to get their attention. Annoyed, George motioned to Ringo.
A symbol crash finally got their attention. "What, George!" The two said in unison. Paul's eyes widened while John grinned mischievously. A familiar dark haired girl with vibrant green eyes was currently occupying the seat next to George.
Paul nudged John, still in shock. "That's her." He whispered.
"Yeah, Georgie's got himself a real looker, doesn't he? Easy on the eyes too…"
Paul felt his cheeks suddenly grow hot. "No, that's…"
"Name's John Lennon." He surveyed the girl up and down the way Paul had the night before. He was obviously pleased by what he had seen. A growing smile began to creep its way onto his features.
Both George and Paul punched John hard in the arm. George gave Paul an odd sort of look.
The girl merely laughed. "My name's Renee." She said, sticking out a delicate hand for John to shake.
Instead, John kissed it lightly and walked over to his Rhythm guitar, but not before Paul shot him a dirty glance and whispered "You're married." John had rolled his eyes.
"Renee, this is…" George began.
"Paul." Paul finished before storming away to pick up his bass.
George shrugged and followed his lead by picking up his own guitar. He then walked away towards the control panel.
Renee sauntered over to where Paul was standing and spoke barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I had already made plans with George. Maybe if I had met you beforehand…"
"It's fine." Paul said harshly, not looking at her, but tuning his guitar. "Everyone has a favorite Beatle, yeah?"
"Paul, it's not like that…"
"Oh yeah? Then what is it like, Renee? You just thought it'd be fun to screw around with me best mate, did you?"
"I barely even know you!" Renee said, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "And I met George first!"
Paul left the girl there as he stormed over to the control panel to correct George on something he hadn't really done wrong.
Renee tried desperately to make eye contact with Paul, but only managed to get John's attention.
"So tell us, Renee, how did our little Georgie manage to catch the attention of such a fine Byrd like you?"
"Ask your wife, John." Renee said, becoming irritated.
"I like her." Stated Ringo.
John narrowed his eyes at the drummer before returning to his conversation with Renee.
"That hurt, love."
Paul's tongue was burning with a nasty comment that would surely put John in his place. It took all his strength to contain it though.
"It was intended to, John." The girl smirked.
"If you too are done flirting…" George began slightly irritated.
"I was not flirting! He was antagonizing me!"
"Sure seemed like flirting to me…" Paul mumbled.
Ringo, being the peacemaker that he is, silenced everyone with another symbol crash. "Can't we all just get along?"
John muttered something under his breath while Paul stalked away to see where Brian had gone to. George merely smiled and slid his arm around Renee's waist. She shifted uncomfortably as she watched Paul retreat.
She couldn't help but feel she'd made the wrong decision.