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The following morning, Kristy got out of bed and she put on her usual attire before she decided to make the Beatles' drummer some soup, even if they'll make fun of her. She also decided to make a card for him. While the soup was cooking she sat at the kitchen table and drew a drummer behind a kit and she wrote "Get Well Soon" I swirly letters. She signed her name at the bottom and put it in an envelope as the soup was about finished. She put the soup in a container as a honk from outside sounded. She grabbed her card and carried the soup carefully out to the car the boys were waiting for her in.
"You really actually made him soup?" John asked rolling his eyes. He was in the front seat with George, who was driving. Paul was in the back with her.
"Yeah," Kristy said cocking an eyebrow, threatening him to tease her about it. The car ride was filled with talking and a bit of laughter. Kristy thought she was getting on quite well with these boys as they pulled up to a nice looking out.
"He we are!" George said turning off the car and getting out. They all followed him and George knocked on the door. A few minutes of waiting passed and a woman answered the door and smiled at George.
"George," She said patting the side of his face, "What brings you here?"
"Hello Mrs. Starkey," George said, "We came over to see Richie." Mrs. Starkey smiled and nodded to the other boys.
"Alright," She said, "He's up in his room. I apologize for the state of his room before you go in there." John snickered and George led the way to Ringo's room. He knocked on the door before John shoved him out of the way and barged into the room. Kristy giggled and Paul politely let her in next.
"Wakey wakey, Richie." John said obnoxiously. Ringo moaned and pulled the blankets over his head.
"Aw, it's alright Ringo," George giggled, "We brought you somethin'!" Ringo's blue eyes peaked over the hem of his blankets.
"What?" He asked hoarsely. Paul cleared his throat and pushed Kristy ahead.
"We've brought you a girl!" he announced. Kristy blushed and looked at the container of soups she was holding in her hands.
"And who's she?" Ringo asked sitting up a bit and looking at her.
"She's your replacement while you're sick." George said sitting on the end of Ringo's bed. Ringo made a face at him and then at Kristy.
"Oh so you brought her here to rub it in?" He asked looking upset.
"No," Paul said while John leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, "She wanted to come and meet ya!" Ringo looked at Paul and he sighed before he looked back at Kristy.
"I'm sorry, love." he said sitting up a bit more, "I would have toughed it out and played meself, but my mum wouldn't let me out of the house."
"No it's OK," Kristy said gently, "I know what you mean. It was a brilliant show and I feel terrible you had to miss it." Ringo smiled at her and she smiled back, feeling her heart flutter a little.
"Well anyway, what's your name?" he asked gesturing for her to sit down in a chair near the bed.
She sat down and pushed her hair out of her face, "I'm Kristy." she said, "Uh, I brought you some soup and I made you a card." She awkwardly handed him the envelope with the card in it and he smiled goofily at her.
"Oh well thanks, Kristy." he said opening the card. He laughed at the drawing and he thanked her again before he put it back in the envelope. They all talked for awhile and then Mrs. Starkey came up and said they had to go now. Ringo said goodbye to them and Kristy waved at him before she followed the boys downstairs and out of the house.
The boys then took her back home and she moped about the house feeling lonely and wanting to go out and do something. She kept thinking about Ringo. He was kinda cute and really sweet to her. She wondered if she'd ever see him again. She wondered if she'd ever see any of the Beatles ever again.
When the day ended Kristy changed into pajamas and got into bed. She was just about to let all her dreams and sleepiness over come her when there was a knocking on her door.
She brightly sat up frowned. It was actually morning and she had gone to sleep and slept all night and it only felt like a minute. She moaned and put her pillow over her face. Her brother stuck his head in her room and cleared his throat. She picked up her pillow and looked at him. He had a surprised look on his face.
"Uh, Kris, there's a boy at the door for you." He said. Kristy sat up and frowned at him.
"I don't know any boys." She said getting up. She didn't even bother to change out of her tank top and shorts before she opened the front door. The cold breeze rushed at her and she shivered as she looked at Ringo. He smiled at her and she flushed with embarrassment at what she was wearing.
"Ringo," she said hiding a bit behind the door, "What brings you here?" He gave a goofy smile and she looked at his feet nervously. She didn't know why she was so nervous.
"I brought you back your soup container." he said holding out the plastic container she'd left for him. She took it from him and she scratched the side of her face.
"Uh, thanks," she said, "Do you want to come in? It's freezing out here." Ringo nodded and she let him in. She suddenly realized she'd let Ringo in her house and she was still in her pajamas. She told him to go and sit on the couch before she ran out of the room and upstairs to her bedroom. She put on a pair of jeans, not really caring if they were clean or not before she put on a blue long sleeved shirt that happened to be a tad too short. All her shirts seemed to be too short. She pulled the sleeves down over her hands and she looked at herself in the mirror that was hanging on her wall. He wavy hair was nice looking when she went to bed, not it was sticking out at slightly awkward angles and poofed out. She couldn't believe Ringo saw her with her hair looking like that. She quickly brushed it out and when she was satisfied with the light shine that came off of it, she ran back downstairs.
She walked toward the living room, but stopped when her brother called her. She slouched and gave an annoyed puff as she turned around and ran to his room.
"What?" She whispered loudly, knowing the walls were paper thin and even though they were upstairs, Ringo would still be able to hear them.
"Is that bloke still here?" he asked raising his eyebrows. Kristy rolled her eyes and pulled her shirt down as it shimmied up her stomach a bit.
"Yes, and I left him in the living room so I could change!" she whisper/yelled at him. Her brother rolled his eyes and shewed her away. She ran down stairs, taking them at an impressive two at a time before she walked into the living room. She bit her lip and Ringo handed her the tupperware container. She took it and sighed.
"I'll be right back," She said walking toward the kitchen, "I promise." she quickly tossed the container in the sink and slowly walked back into the living room. She sat down on the couch next to him and took a deep breath.
"I like that shirt." Ringo said touching her sleeve. Kristy cleared her throat and smiled.
"Thanks." She said awkwardly pulling it down again, "It's my favorite because of the color."
"It's a nice color." Ringo shrugged. He smiled at her and she loved how he could make a conversation out of anything, "Um, thanks for the soup. It was very good." Kristy giggled and looked at her lap for a second.
"I'm glad you liked it, Ringo." She said, "You seem to be feeling much better." Ringo nodded.
"Yeah, I seemed to be getting well after I ate your lovely soup." He said with a funny smile. Kristy laughed and got up from the couch.
"I doubt that," She said, "Are you hungry? You kind of came as I was waking up." Ringo laughed and got up too.
"Sure," he said, "And I noticed you looked a bit on the sleepy side."
"Not to mention that my hair was in the biggest mess of the century." Kristy laughed and they talked in the kitchen while Kristy made toast and eggs for them to eat. They stood and leaned against the counter while they ate. Ringo told her of all his jobs as a drummer and ever before that when he was in the Merchant Navy for a while. She laughed at him when he told her about trying to get girls by bragging to them about how he'd just got home from the Merch when he'd only been gone since nine o'clock that morning.
"So anyway, why don't you tell me about you?" He asked setting his empty plate on the counter. Kristy shrugged and picked it back up and set it in the sink with her own plate, "Like maybe if that lad who answered the door was your boyfriend?" Kristy laughed at the very idea.
"No, he's just my brother, Steve." She said giggling, "I don't have a boyfriend."
"AW!" Ringo said, making a strange face at her, "You gotta have a lad chasin' ya! Pretty girl like you." Kristy laughed and fought back the blush she felt creeping up her neck.
"Well not a lot of boys are interested in a girl who wears blue jeans and shirts that are always too short." Kristy said as Steve hurried into the kitchen.
"I know I told you I'd be home all day, but Jace called and I have to meet him at Beck's." He said pecking Kristy's cheek before he hurried out of the house through the back door. Kristy frowned and Ringo laughed.
"OK, I guess I'll see you later then." Kristy said as if Steve was still standing in front of her. She giggled at herself and washed the dishes they'd used. Ringo said he'd help, but she refused. He ended up drying them off and putting them away for her anyway. It was mid morning when they'd finished and Kristy sighed.
"So anyway, how old are you, Ringo?" Kristy asked as she sat down on the couch in the living room. He sat next to her and she, without thinking, threw her legs over his knees.
"I'm 22, a couple of months older than John." he said putting his hands on her knees. She sighed and found that was a rather large gap between them, "What about you? How old are you, Kristy?" Kristy thought about lying and telling him she was 17 or 18, but the way he was looking at her she didn't have the heart to.
"I'm 16." she said shyly. Ringo nodded and sighed, "Does that bother you? Because George and Paul and John laughed." Ringo shook his head and seemed upset by that.
"That's dreadful!" He said, "Why'd they laugh?" Kristy shrugged and she held her feet up to look at them. She wiggled her toes and made a face. She needed to re-paint her toe-nails. They looked a bit sloppy.
"They said I looked at least 18 and they thought I was older than that." She said, "But as long as someone doesn't mind that I'm so much younger." Ringo smiled.
"Course I don't mind." he said, "It doesn't change who you are as a person." Kristy smiled at that. He was so sweet. She was about to ask him if he wanted to do something when he looked at his watch.
"Oh, I should go." he said, "I told the lads I meet them at John's." Kristy moved her legs and let him up. She walked him to the door and he suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Would you like to come along?" he asked suddenly, "The lads seemed to like you well enough and I'd feel dreadful leaving you here all alone while your brother's out."
Kristy smiled, "Sure, just let me grab my shoes." she left him at the door and ran upstairs to her room. She grabbed her Chucks and ran back downstairs with them. She grabbed a new pair of socks before she met Ringo outside.
"Don't you want to put them on?" he asked. Kristy shrugged and walked to the car in bare feet.
"Naw, I'll put them on in the car." she said giggling. Ringo opened the passenger door for her and she got in the car and started to put on her shoes. Ringo started the car and the heat kicked on and warmed them up a little as he started to drive.
It looked like Kristy was going to get to see the Beatles again after all.
