Charlie's POV-
I woke up when we were close to landing in Chicago. I found my head on Jessica's shoulder and I felt her head on top of mine and wondered how come she didn't mind me sleeping on her. I didn't move in case I woke her up as I looked around. John and Paul were awake and both were reading magazines, no doubt counting who had the most pictures in them. Ringo and Jessica were asleep huddled together and I wished George would let me cuddle up to him like that. My mind froze suddenly.
If Jessica was over there with Ringo, and I was over here in Ringo's seat then that meant...I sat up quickly and George groaned and sat up with a start. I looked at him and blushed.
"What's the matter, Charlie?" he asked rubbing his sore neck. I shook my head and cleared my throat.
"Nothing," I said quickly, "How'd I get over here?" George looked at Ringo and Jessica and smirked before he shrugged.
"I dunno, but I'm not complaining." he yawned, "Do you know how close we are?" I shrugged and picked up his wrist to see his watch. He laughed at me and I saw that it was early in the morning.
"Well it's nearly six o'clock, so we should be there any minute." I said smiling. George saw my excitement and he rolled his eyes.
"You really do like this." he said. I shrugged and flattened my messy brown hair.
"Sure! Getting to go new places and all just to hear music is probably the best job I could ever have." I said, being that I worked in the music department of the newspaper I worked for. George smiled and he took my hand. I was surprised by him, but I didn't stop him.
"I'd almost keep touring just so you could come along." he mumbled squeezing my hand. I blushed and put my head back down on his shoulder. I sighed and closed my eyes, totally content with being cuddled up to him until I came to my senses and sat up again.
I didn't like George. Jessica may think so, and John and Paul may think so, but I don't like George. He's sweet and everything, but I DO NOT like him like that. Nope, not at all.
George looked slightly hurt by me before John and Paul walked up and said we were about to land. I walked over to Ringo and Jessica and I woke them up. I made Ringo go and sit with George before I sat down next to Jessica who looked confused.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked sounding hurt. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm mad at you." I grumbled. Jessica tried to get me to tell her what it was as I realized she'd been the one to send George alone to pick me up and she'd been the one to leave me and him alone in the restaurant. It was probably her that switched me with Ringo too.
We were walking out of the airport while Jessica begged me to tell her why I was mad at her and I just kept shaking my head,
"Please tell me, Char!" She begged, "I don't have a clue what I could have done." I got into the cab we were riding in, only to find I was sitting crammed next to George. He smiled at me and I knew he was just being nice. He had to be tired of me by now.
"What's got you vexed, Charlie?" John asked nudging Paul, "Did you and Georgie have an argument?" I was confused by his comment, but brushed it off.
"What? No it's nothing about George," I said, only slightly lying. Jessica looked at me closely, like she was trying to read my mind for what was wrong and I kept completely silent the whole car ride.
We got to our hotel and there were girls everywhere. I always got nervous at this part. We had to fight the crowds and Ringo already volunteered to cover Jessica. Ringo was usually the one to cover me! I looked at John and Paul and hoped one of them volunteered. I didn't really want to bother George with having to keep me from getting separated.
"I'll protect you, love!" Paul said taking my hand. I smiled and clutched onto his arm as we waded through the crowd. He did his best, but I still got kicked in the shin and hit in the shoulder. I knew I'd get a bruise on my shin, but I was sure my shoulder was alright. When we got inside, Brian showed us all to our rooms. The boys got the big suit with the common area and the two rooms and Jessica and I got our own room next door. It had two big beds and a TV set up in the corner. We had a bathroom with a shower and a sink and all the other bathroom necessities. I plopped my suit case on the floor and sighed. I was happy to be here. I love Chicago.
"Will you please tell me why you're mad at me?" Jessica asked looking completely worried. I looked at her and rolled my eyes as I got out all my things. I was tired, but it was early in the morning and for some reason I couldn't sleep when the sun was up. I was going to go and take a shower.
"I'm not really mad at you...a lot..." I said biting my lip, "I just wish you wouldn't try so hard to get me and George together."
"But-"
"No, seriously, Jessie!" I said childishly stomping my foot.
"But, Charlie!" Jessica got up and followed me to the bathroom, "You like him! I can tell!"
"I do not like George!" I hissed before I shut the door in her face. I huffed and started the shower. I stepped in and closed my eyes as the hot water rushed over me. It felt good to be clean after being on a sticky plane all night. I started to wonder how Jessica switched me and Ringo all by couldn't have done it. She wouldn't be able to lift me and Ringo, as strong as she may be. She had to have had help from Paul and John.
I suddenly switched my thoughts to the article I had to write at the end of the tour. I needed to take pictures too. I thought about taking a walk around the city and taking scenery pictures. Maybe I could get a couple of the boys to come with me to just take random photos of them. They had two shows today one at two o'clock this afternoon and then one tonight at eight. They were probably exhausted and wouldn't want to come, but I'd ask anyway. I got out of the shower and put on an orange knee length dress. I laughed to myself when I thought about how much my mother hated the obnoxious color when I got it a while ago. I loved it because it seemed like a happy color. It was simple with a high neckline and short sleeves. I wore black tights with it and a pair of black boots with it. I pulled my long brown hair into a ponytail and I frowned at the hair that fell back into my face. I rolled my eyes before I picked up my camera and put it around my neck by the strap before I walked next door and knocked on the door.
John opened the door and growled,
"Why're you still awake?" he asked crankily. I rolled my eyes and shoved past him. George was sitting on the couch with Paul and they looked sleepy. Ringo was sitting curled up with Jessica on the arm-chair. Jessica looked about asleep and Ringo was snoring. I giggled and George looked up at me with a grin. I smiled back at him as Paul got up and walked up to me. He took my camera from around my neck and he started to take pictures of random things. I laughed as he took a really close up picture of my eye.
"You're going to waste my film, McCartney." I said before he handed it back to me. He smiled innocently before he pulled me to sit down next to him. Paul was seriously like the little brother I never had, even if he was older than me. He acted like my little brother. I wrapped my arms around him and he smiled obnoxiously as he put his arms around my shoulders.
"Why're you still awake!?" John asked again. I giggled.
"Well I can't sleep when the sun's up, so I came in here wondering if you fellas wanted to come on a walk with me." I said as Paul put his head on my shoulder. I ruffled his soft hair and he smiled at me, "I have to get some photos of you fellas for my article. Paul hopped up and pulled me off the couch.
"Then lets go!" he said, "I'll go if no one else does." I knew Paul would want to go, but I looked at the others and John didn't have do move for me to know he didn't want to come. Ringo was asleep and didn't look like he'd be waking up anytime soon.
"Do you want to come George?" I asked. He looked at me and shrugged.
"Are you sure you want me along?"he asked. I frowned at him.
"Why wouldn't I want you along, Geo?" I asked rolling my eyes. He shrugged and got up. He walked up to me and Paul and they both wrapped their arms around me before we all walked out of the hotel room.
We ended up going to the park, after we snuck out of the hotel. The girls surrounding it didn't even notice us. George had nicked a fedora to hide his face and Paul turned up his collar and ruffled his hair.
The park was beautiful with the flowers and the spring time smells. I love being outside. The three of us all ended up near a bunch of trees and I snapped random pictures of Paul and George together and apart and ones where they were being silly or serious. I took a couple of pictures as they climbed trees and they tried to convince me to climb one too. I would have if I wasn't wearing a dress.
"C'mon, Charlie!" George pouted, rolling out his lip, "You can get better pictures up here!" I rolled my eyes and Paul laughed as I took another picture of George. The leaves were casting shadows on his face and I liked the way it looked.
"I'll give you a kiss if you do!" Paul shouted. I laughed and climbed up into their tree. I wasn't really worried about wearing a dress, I just had to make sure I was the first one down and I didn't climb higher than the two Beatles. I smiled at Paul and he kissed my cheek as promised and I saw George pout.
"Do you want a kiss too, George?" I asked teasingly. He nodded childishly and Paul moved toward him. George scowled and shoved him away.
"Not from you!" he hollered. I laughed and I kissed George's cheek, making him blush. I took a picture of him and he narrowed his eyes.
"You like catching my embarrassment on camera, hm?" he asked. I laughed and nodded.
"Yes I do." I smirked, "But you won't be able to tell because it's in black and white when it comes out." George sighed in relief and I shook my head at him. George shoved my shoulder lightly and I pretended to slip a little out of the tree. George gasped and grabbed my arm as he pulled me toward him. I looked at him and he was close enough to kiss. I stared at him and he slowly let go of my arm.
"I'm...um, I'm sorry, Charlie." he stammered. I blushed this time and I covered my cheeks. George giggled at me and I rolled my eyes.
Paul suddenly started to yell, "I see London, I see France, I see Charlie's underpants!" My eyes widened and I looked down at him. I snapped a picture of his smirking face before I climbed out of the tree. I slapped Paul in the shoulder and he laughed.
"You shouldn't climb trees in a dress young lady!" Paul scolded, sounding very much like my mother used to when I'd climb trees with my school mates. I rolled my eyes and Paul took my camera from me before he shoved me into George. I laughed as he caught me and Paul snapped the picture. George grabbed my hands and turned me in a circle before he started to dance with me.
Paul sang "I Feel Fine" as George and I danced around. Paul pretended to play his bass as he alternated between taking pictures of us playing along. I laughed uncontrollably and George spun me around and pulled me back before Paul cut in and George took pictures. George started to sing some song I'd never heard, but it sounded pretty. Paul twirled me around and we slow danced with my head on his shoulder. George suddenly stopped singing and he looked at me and Paul with a slight scowl. I frowned and pulled back from him.
"What's wrong George?" I asked walking away from Paul. He shrugged and sighed. He sat down and I sat next to him.
"We should be going back," Paul said looking at his watch. George agreed and offered me his hand as he got up. I took it and I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He laughed and hugged me back before we walked back to the hotel. The others were all asleep in the boy's suite, so we went into mine and Jessica's room so we didn't bother them.
I took the film out of my camera and found I'd used a whole roll. I set it on my bedside table and plopped down on the bed. I laid on my back and I put my arms over my head. George laid next to me and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him. I smiled toothily at him and I kissed the tip of his nose, making him laugh. Paul pounced onto the bed and leaned over us with a childish grin.
"Hello Paul," George said sitting up. My smile faded and George walked towards the door and left. I sighed and sat up.
"What's with him?" I asked. Paul laughed and rolled his eyes like I was already supposed to know,
"Don't give me that look! What's wrong with him!?"
"He's just jealous is all, love." he said ruffling my hair, "I have to go get ready for the show this afternoon, so I'll see you later." Paul left as I frowned.
"Wait, Paul why would he be jealous!?" I yelled after him as he shut the door. My shoulders slumped and I huffed. What was going on?