"Hey! Um you, no not you! Yeah um excuse me… hey wait! I said wait! Oh come on I just need to check your apron!" I shouted grabbing for the man I figured was the waiter with my letter. I should probably make it clear that I had intended to grab his apron, not his trousers. I let go quickly, face flushing, falling on the ground. He turned, gave me an odd look, and then ran off quickly, as if scared without saying a thing.
"Wait it's not what it-" I sighed and muttered "Looked like" to myself before picking myself up and apologizing to couple at the table I'd fallen near. "John Winston Lennon, you're a dead man!" I mumbled, staring back in the direction of our table.
I started back in the direction of the waiter, trying to look normal as possible. He walked down a back hallway, through another hall that was "staff only". I shrugged and figured I might be able to explain everything, and walked along through, before quickly stopping when I heard voices.
"Oh, come on Greg, calm down-"
"I'm serious Tim, she just came up out of nowhere and tried assaulting me, it's like May knows I'm cheating on her. It's like she knows about us."
I glanced ahead to see the waiter talking to another waiter, and froze. I guess the waiter's name was Greg.
"Oh come on now, relax mate."
"Easy for you to say, a little girl didn't just come up and try to pantz you!" Greg scoffed, and I kinda felt bad for him, the boys were always putting me on the spot like that, in fact that's sort of why this all happened to begin with.
"How 'bout a smoke eh? That'll getcha cheered up." Tim, who must've been the other waiter and Greg's friend suggested, leading his friend out an exit door. Seeing my chance I hurried out the door after them.
I followed them behind the building, shivering, as it was cold outside and my thin cardigan wasn't doing me much good. I didn't mean to startle Greg as bad as I did, but it just sorta happened. I didn't mean for him to waste a perfectly fine ciggie.
"Um- ah-sorry, I don't mean any harm fellow's, um…yeah, just-well you see." I couldn't really spit out a good reason for me being there, but both Greg and Tim seemed to get over there shock quickly and Greg stood up annoyed.
"Look kid what do you want?"
"Well…um yeah my friend, uh John, he well um put something of mine in your apron." I explained nervously, clutching myself.
Greg rolled his eyes. "Well you can tell May I ain't cheatin' on her with Tim, or anyone."
"Oh-I" I stopped thinking of what Greg had said earlier to Tim and shuddering. "I don't know May, I'm honest, just-um…well give it back please."
"Look there is no-" Greg stopped as he checked his apron and pulled out a folded out piece of paper. His face turned as red as his hair.
"Oh, um sorry miss, here you go." He walked up and gave me the letter. "Come on lets go, Tim."
"Thanks." I grabbed the letter and then hurried off throws the back door as I watched Greg and Tim walk back inside through a side one.
Sighing I opened up the letter. The problem was, there was nothing in it. Like at all. It was just a blank sheet of stationary, completely blank. I searched it frantically, checking the backand putting my glasses up to it real hard to make sure I wasn't missing any tiny print. Nope, nothing. Either I got the wrong waiter, or once again, Paul had tricked me, which was odd, because that's usually a John thing. Either way it was frustrating, and furious, I crumpled it up and ripped it to bits before stomping the bits into the pavement.
Sighing I started for the back door, only I had a problem. It wouldn't budge. At that point I was pretty cold, it was after all only in the upper thirties, typical English weather for January. I was also pretty ticked, and was thinking of what I'd say once I got a hold of John and Paul for not saying a thing to me, and making me nearly pantz a moody homosexual waiter and get locked outside.
So when I stormed back up to the lobby I was teaming with anger. I guess when you're as angry as I was, you don't really think things thru though I have a hard enough time doing that with a normal, slightly crazed mind.
"Um, excuse me Miss., but you'll need verification to go in, we have very 'popular' customers and all the reservations have been filled." A receptionist(I think that's what they're called, you know, the person who just stands there to tell you stuff about an establishment) lady looked at me as if I was a homeless person who'd just wandered drunkenly into here and asked to elope with her.
"Common." She muttered with a scoffed, which didn't improve my already sour mood.
"Listen lady, my friends and legal guardian are in there, and if you need proof just go to table seven and ask for-"
"See sweetie, I know your kind, and your games. See here it's quite simple, either you have some sort of identification, or I can get someone to escort you out."
I glared at the woman, only glared, fist clenched and about to just wait outside. After all, it would give me even more of a reason to give Paul McCartney and John Lennon shiners before their tour in France. But on my way out, I bumped into someone I knew.
"I wasn't late, you got the time wrong Tony- oh hey Chubbs, what's with the peepers?"
I froze and nearly strangled her in a hug. I don't think I'll ever be as happy to see Cher Epstein as I was on that evening(and trust me, seeing as she's one of the only other females that's dealt with the personal side of the boys, that's saying something). Of course Tony Barrow, who is pretty much Eppy's right hand man (I really haven't a clue what his 'official job' is, but I'm sure it's something like that) cleared his throat loudly and I stopped hugging Cher. She smirked a little.
"Whoa what's gotten-"
"-Oh it was awful, boy am I ever glad to see you lot. See John and Paul thought it'd be a lark to make me believe a blank sheet of paper was a "surprise" and-"
"Um, excuse me, but um I'm afraid you all will have to leave." The receptionist sort of woman had seen us, and I guess she still was a bit clueless. And I mean, from the looks of it, Brian Epstein's daughter, right hand man and pain in the ass all don't look like much without the Beatles.
"Oh I'm sorry ma'm, but I'm Tony Barrow, my name should be in the reservations somewhere." Tony explained good naturedly. The woman nodded, clearly not thinking him 'common' and quickly searched her little book thingy.
"Ah yes, horribly sorry about that." She blushed.
"That's fine." Tony smiled as the woman let us through.
"Well not really Tony." Cher muttered. "She was pretty rude about it."
"Told you so! Ha!" I snorted at the woman and she gave me another one of those looks to which I winked back at, before following Cher and Tony to the table.
"Hey Cher, where ya' go Peggy?" Ringo wondered as we came within seeing range.
George waved. "You're safe for now Cher, Eppy went off to the wash room, you know how long that'll be."
I looked to Mr. Martin who seemed to almost cry with joy when he saw Tony after having to bear through Thompson for over an hour, I couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Ah Cher, 'bout time you've showed up, now tell us, is Georgie really the bad kisser everyone says he is?"
"Gee Lennon, I don't know, you'd probably know better than me, after all I'll bet you've kissed more blokes than I have." Cher replied rolling her eyes. I couldn't decided if she was only joking, or if there really was something going on between her a George. Neither of them would tell us. I brushed it aside and quickly pulled up a chair for Cher, putting it between my chair and John's and taking turns glaring at him and Paul. By then I'd remembered why I was so upset.
"What took you so long Peg?" John asked, batting his eyes. "Did you have a little fling with the waiter, I knew you to were a couple. You should thank me for putting you together."
"No, he was taken, trust me. Thanks a lot for making me run after a blank piece of paper. You too Paul, I 'pected better for ya'!"
John turned defensive "Don't you take that tone with me missy, I'll beat ya, you know that."
"Wait, Peggy what are you talking about? That letter wasn't blank, it was about that-um thing." Paul wondered looking annoyed at John. "Oh and hi Cher." She nodded to him.
"What 'um-thing' are we speaking of?" George cut in.
"Yeah, you all know how you two get about secrets." Ringo added. It was true, I hated secrets just as bad as surprises, and you couldn't keep anything from Paul, it was nearly impossibly to catch him off guard, and if you did, he about hated you for a solid week or so. (Okay that's probably a bit of an exaggeration, but he is hard to surprise, and he doesn't like it when you do surprise him.)
"God you're all nosey, leave the kid be." Cher remarked, and I shot her a grateful look.
"Wait, but if when Paul had the letter it was a real letter then that means that John must've hidden the real one." I thought out loud.
"Yap, yap, my greatest trick." John nodded obnoxiously, and I was beginning to hate the fact that I owed him until the tour was done.
"Come on John, just tell her where the freakin' letter is and 'ave done with it."
"Make me Geogie."
"It's fine." I muttered. "Paul can just tell me what it said when he can." But the truth was it wasn't fine, and I couldn't hid a horrible feeling I had with John knowing and possessing perhaps my greatest secret. It wasn't really a surprise, just a matter if they responded or not.
"Really are you sure Peg?"
"Yeah Paul, it's fine, we're all a family." I tried my best to fake everything being fine, after all I didn't want there to be a fight or something.
"Yep, a totally dysfunctional one." Cher added.
"Agreed." We all chimed it. We had gotten back to having a time, and the subject of why Cher and Tony were so late had just come up when Eppy came back, looking as furious as I felt standing in that back all with a blank piece of paper in my hands. I swear that man can get angry about just being alive, I mean, it's not like the biggest, most ruthless prankster had his biggest secret tucked up in his coat pocket.
So thus ends chapter three, I was super excited about this one. I added the wonderful Crash Solar X's OC Cher into the mix(with her permission of course) and you should all go check out her story "Reasons To Smile" it's a good one and well wroth the time, trust me. Next chapter should end up January, then it's off to the tour, and I can't wait. So just remember if you have any OC's, just send them in, and thanks for reading. As always, review if you could, it'd make a lonely writer's day lol.