A/N: Alrighty! Chapter number three! Sorry it took a bit longer. I've been pretty busy this week. Anyway…thank you so much for your reviews/ favorites and all that good stuff! :D They are REALLY awesome… which is why I apologize for this chapter. :( It's not one of my favorites but I suppose it gets the plot moving along. Okay. NOW you can Read! And Review! ;)
Renee looked at her reflection sadly. She couldn't stop thinking about him.
"But she had to." she thought. "For George…"
It had been about a week since her last encounter with Paul at the recording studio and Renee was currently getting ready for her date with George. She smiled as she thought about tonight. She was happy when she was with George. No, she didn't get the butterflies in her stomach when she saw him like she did when Paul entered a room, but she was happy. And that was more than she had been in a long time. She deserved that much didn't she? She just didn't want to hurt George; she wouldn't be able to stand herself if she did.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. She paused for a moment, waiting for butterflies. She frowned. "She wanted to love him, she really did." She kicked herself internally for thinking it.
"Coming!" She called, fastening in her last earring.
She took one last look in the mirror, smoothed out the wrinkles in her bright colored dress and laughed as her eyes drifted towards her shoes. She didn't care what other people thought, she liked her combat boots. Besides, it was the 60's.
"Goodness, you're impatient, Georgie!" Renee giggled as the doorbell rang over and over again.
She ran across her small flat to retrieve the door.
"Hello, George." Renee smiled.
George smiled nervously. "Ren, you look beautiful…" He started. His eye's suddenly stopped at her feet. "But, what are…"
"You either take me out like this, or not all." Renee declared stubbornly while crossing her arms.
George rolled his eyes. "C'mon"
Renee smiled triumphantly while George led the way to one of his many cars.
"Where are we going?"
"How does the usual place sound?"
Renee frowned inside, but didn't show it. "Great!"
George opened her door and smiled.
"Let me get this straight." John began, addressing Paul from the driver's seat of his Rolls Royce. "Renee… our Renee is the girl you had been talking about that morning last week?"
"Yes."
"And George was the bloke she had chosen over you?"
"She met him first, yes." Paul felt his face growing hot with anger.
John looked at Paul very seriously for a moment before bursting with laughter. "Oye, Paulie! This has got to be the most screwed up thing I've ever heard!"
"Keep your eyes on the road, John!" Paul hissed.
John smirked as the two sat in silence for a while.
"So what exactly do you hope to accomplish by crashing this date of theirs?"
Paul frowned. "I'm not sure. But I know I'm done sitting around and watching while…There it is! That's the place!"
John swerved violently into the drive and put the car in park. "Well?" he asked. "What are we waiting for?"
Paul scratched his head awkwardly. "Thanks for uh…coming, John."
"Ha! Don't thank me quite yet, Paulie. I'm just here to watch this whole thing blow up in your face." John smirked.
Paul slammed his door closed and strutted confidently towards the building.
Renee twirled her finger around her empty wine glass as she laughed flirtatiously about something George had said.
"Mind if we join you?" asked a cocky looking Paul McCartney as he slid into the booth next to Renee.
Renee looked up, shocked. "Yes, we do!" She turned to George for support. He only looked at her helplessly.
"Oh, well we don't care." Smiled John Lennon who had slid into the booth next to George soon followed by Paul.
Renee shot John a dirty glance; she was too shocked to say anything more. He merely blew her a kiss.
"Cut it out, John!" began Paul.
"Oh, like you're any better!" erupted George, finally breaking his shocked silence.
"Me?" asked Paul, pointing a mock finger towards his chest. "I'm hurt Georgie."
"Yes you! I've seen the way you look at Renee! You think I don't notice?"
Paul was furious now. "Are you sure she's not the one looking at me?" he asked, rising from his seat. "Why don't you tell George here how we met, Renee?" he said now turning his attention towards the girl sitting next to him.
Renee willed herself to keep from crying. The tears were threatening to spill over the brims of her eyes. She felt betrayed… "George…I…" the restraints holding back the tears faltered.
"What's he talking about, Renee?" George whispered, all the anger gone from his voice, replaced by hurt.
"Yes, Renee. Please do go on." John taunted as he sipped casually from George's now- abandoned drink.
The girl choked back the dreadful feeling that had consumed her throat. She internally pleaded for George to look at her, but he kept his eyes locked on the wooden table.
"I want to go home." She whispered turning her green, tear- filled eyes towards John.