John's P.O.V.
As soon as Paul walked in, I could tell that something was up. Some was just different about him. "Aye Paulie, how was the shag?" I asked winking at him. He blushed a fierce shade of red at the question. I loved embarrassing him. He looked nervous, he was beginning to get antsy, fidgety, and like he felt very uncomfortable.
"Yea Paul McCharmly, how was the talent?" Harrison added. I rolled my eyes, he always had to prove himself to me, and act like me. It was a real drag having a younger man in the group. I pitied him at the same time though, no else really understood him. Sure we tried, especially Paul.
"Well, funny you should mention that..." Paul began, slowly stepping through the doorway. There was a girl behind him. A very young, innocent looking girl. I grinned mischievously, as I swung out my feet from the couch to plant them on the floor and approached them excitedly. I stopped myself right in front of her, getting in her face, making her feel as uncomfortable as possible. I had to admit though, she was beautiful. Her big eyes that resembled Paul's longing, doe eyes were staring at me, very unamused, and almost a little frightened. My eyes traveled over her face, examining her, as Paul put an arm around her protectively. I chuckled internally as my eyes fell on her lips. My mouth watered at the sight of her beautiful, delectable, full lips. I snapped myself out of my trance and resumed my gaze at her eyes. I straightened me posture, stepping back slightly to give her breathing room.
"Well well well, look what we 'ave 'ere." I said smugly. I knew this would send Paul off his rocker with rage, and the thought made me giddy with joy. I cocked my head to the side, looking at Paul. "What's the matter Paulie? You look a bit upset. Are you alright dearie?" I asked daringly, testing his limits. I couldn't help but smile more at how furious he was getting.
"Sod off, Lennon." Paul replied, practically through his teeth. I smirked, well pleased with myself. Behind me, George and Ringo approached, obviously curious.
"Ello, madam." Ringo said with a slight curtsey. I scoffed, what a poof. The girl smiled as she held out her hand to Ringo, he took it and she curtsied also.
"Bonjour monsieur." She replied. My heart fluttered at the sound of her voice. George slowly moved me out of the way so he could see her also.
"Ello, dahlin'." He said with a wink. Typical George. I rolled my eyes at his smugness. He always knew just what to do to get girls crazy for him. The girl smiled and hid her face, trying to hide her very obvious blush. I glanced over at Paul, he was masking his anger with a subtle smile, trying to look happy. But I could see right through him. He wasn't anticipating this much attention, but what did he honestly expect?
"So, what did you say your name was, again?" I asked her sarcastically, trying to seem like a jerk.
"Oh, I'm Julie." She replied sheepishly. My pulse fluttered. 'Julie', such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
After a few minutes George and Ringo backed off a bit, and Paul and the girl were sitting awkwardly on the couch. She looked like she didn't belong. This was our turf, not hers! George and Ringo were in the kitchen, getting some food, leaving me, Paul, and Julie by ourselves. I went over to the couch and plopped myself down next to Julie. I held my gaze with Paul though, as he sent me a dirty look.
"So, Julie, how old are you?" I asked sincerely. She must have understood exactly what I was getting at because she scoffed, obviously insulted, I held back a snicker.
"For your information, John Lennon, I'm 22 years old!" She said roughly folding her arms across her chest. I leaned forward a bit so I could see Paul.
"Well," I began smugly, "at least she's legal." I winked devilishly at him as I arose and left the room. Behind me, I could hear Paul going on about how he 'couldn't stand me, how I was such a jerk, and blah blah blah'. I didn't care honestly. I was actually pretty infuriated with him. The nerve of him to bring a girl here. Sure, I was married, but I left her at home, where she belonged. Girls aren't meant to go on tour with us. Just a quick shag, and then it's over and done with. No feelings attached, nothing.
Then again, Paul always was the hopeless romantic. Although he has been with a lot of birds, he says he feels guilty sometimes for the way he treats them. He just better wait until I get the chance to talk to him later.
By now, we were back at the hotel. Brian was pretty pissed about the whole Julie thing at first, but Paul eventually won him over. Of course, that poof gets everything he wants. It was beginning to get late, and of course Paul was having to figure out the sleeping arrangements. Even though we had money, we were some how unable to afford hotel rooms with more than two beds in them. It had always been the unspoken agreement that Paul and I would share a bed, and George and Ringo would share. It wasn't a big deal, but it was just always what happened.
So naturally, I expected to still be sleeping in my bed. I had just stripped myself of the bloody suit, except my underwear and had crawled into the bed. I could just barely make out some voices outside the door, and it sounded like Paul and Julie.
A soft knock came to the door, and I groaned internally. We had been up all day today, doing nothing but travelling and playing. I was bloody exhausted! I just wanted to sleep! I threw the blankets off my head to see who had just entered the room, and sure enough, there was Paul, standing by the bed.
"Hey John, I was wondering if you would mind sleeping on the couch? Because you know, I don't want to make Julie sleep there." I rolled my eyes, why didn't I see this coming?
"Paul, I'm bloody exhausted, and don't plan on moving. So, how about you just sleep on the bloody couch, and Julie can sleep 'ere with me?" I suggested coyly. Paul raised an eyebrow at me, obviously not amused. He stood there, with his arms folded tightly, waiting for me to move, but I wasn't about to.
"John, just move already, I can't have Julie sleepin' on the bloody couch! That's so rude!" Paul yelled, rather loudly, and defensively. I chuckled at Paul, not taking him seriously at all. All of a sudden, Julie walked in. My head snapped up to her and I felt a pounding in my chest.
"I heard you guys yelling..and well, I don't want to be a bother. I don't mind sleeping on the couch. And besides, I would hate to take John's spot in the bed." Julie chimed in nervously. A huge smile spread across my face. Yes! At least this girl knows what she's talking about! I thought to myself. I looked over at Paul again and could see his anger building.
"At least ye picked a smart one, Paulie." I teased, sticking my tongue out at him. I could practically see the steam shooting out of his ears, and his face was redder than a tomato. He stomped off, away from me and left, to talk to Julie. I honestly couldn't have cared less, so I settled back down and pulled up the covers, trying to get comfortable.
I was just about to fall asleep when someone entered the room again. I didn't bother looking up, I already knew it was Paul. I could distinctly hear the rustling of clothing, a belt becoming undone and clothes falling to the floor. He peeled back the blankets next to me and crawled into bed, not saying a word. I turned around so I could face him and I couldn't help but smile at him. "So, decided to join me then, eh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Shut it, Lennon. She said herself she didn't feel comfortable enough sleeping in the same bed as me anyways, so shove off." Paul replied angrily, adjusting himself, trying to get comfortable.
"Awwh, poor Paulie won't be getting any, then?" I pouted a lip at him teasingly and he just pushed my face away from his. I turned the opposite way, laughing to myself lightly. Maybe having this girl around wouldn't be so bad after all.