It's only love and that is all, why should I feel the way I do?

Finally, John and Paul were positioned in front of Brian Epstein's front door. It was a nice front door, sort of a tan-ish white, with a nicely shaped doorknob and a welcome sign right in the middle. They studied this door for a while not because it was interesting, but because they were both too scared to knock on it.

"So...any ideas about what you're going to say, Macca?" John asked after a few minutes. Paul thought for a moment. He knew that if he were to ask Brian in the wrong fashion, he would be sure to say no. Not to mention the fact that arguing with Brian was nearly impossible. So he could either tell him straight out and hope for the best or not tell him at all.

"What do you think?"

"It's your problem, not mine." John said as Paul had expected him to.

He turned around. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea..."

John grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. "Hey, you already dragged me all the way over here. You better think of something."

"But..." Paul began. This was not going as well as he had hoped. He felt so confident last night about taking Jackie to America with them, and he had already told her she was coming along. It would be a shame to not go through with it. "I don't know what to do."

John sighed. "Alright, just follow my lead, I got an idea."

Paul nodded. "Ok."

John finally knocked, or pounded for that matter, on Brian's door. They heard a loud 'coming!' and a few footsteps until the door swung open. There stood their manager, smiling at seeing the two Beatles. "Hello boys, what brings you here?"

John grinned. It was probably the best fake grin Paul had ever seen the lad do. "Hey Eppy, we're just here to visit. Can we come in?"

Brian's smile went from happy to immensely confused in a split second. Paul assumed he would be confused as well if John showed up at his door and actually acted polite. "Uh, sure. Of course." He said as he stepped aside to let them in.

They walked inside the house and Paul noted that it was still the cleanest place he'd ever encountered, with the exception of his work desk which was piled with what seemed like thousands of papers. He and John went straight to his living room, as they always did, and sat on the couch. The television was showing the news which, thankfully, was not saying 'Beatles', 'Lennon', or 'McCartney' related anywhere.

"Do either of you want some tea?" Brian asked as they got comfortable.

"Yes, please." Paul said and John nodded along with him.

"Alright, I'll be back." He said before he disappeared into the kitchen.

Paul watched after him and, after he was gone, leaned in so John would be able to hear him. "So what's the plan, Lennon?" He whispered.

"Like I said, follow my lead." John answered as he picked up the paper. Once he saw four familiar faces on the cover, he threw it back carelessly on the table.

"How am I suppose to follow if I don't know what's going on?" Paul asked.

"That's why I'm leadin', you pillock." He said. "Just don't say anything stupid."

"Well, what's stupid in this situation?"

John gave an annoyed sigh. "Just don't mention the girl or about her coming along until I do so first, how 'bout that?"

"Sounds good."

They both laid back as Brian emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea in his hands. He set the cups down and sat in the chair opposite to them. "There you are."

"Thanks, Brian. How've you been lately?" Paul asked, hoping John wasn't going to say something first. By the look on John's face afterwards, he probably was.

Brian sighed and put one leg over the other. "Frustrated, really. There's so much going on what with the tour and all that. I just want to get this thing over with and not have to worry about anything else." Paul bit his lip and looked over at John, but his face didn't show any reaction to what Brian said.

"And how about you lot? How've you been?" Eppy asked.

"Great." Paul answered, nodding his head.

Brian looked at John. "What about you? Cynthia back yet?"

John shook his head. "Nah, cunt of a mother won't let them leave."

Brian laughed. John shifted his position on the couch and cleared his throat. "But Paul here, he's been havin' some fun lately."

Paul looked over at John, whose expression was telling him to play along. "Oh, err, yeah."

"Really?" Brian said, looking rather intrigued. "How come?"

"Well he met this bird the other day, won't shut up about her. Pretty special, I suppose." John said. "Isn't that right, Paulie?"

"Uh, yeah, she is. Real sweet girl, I like her a lot."

Brian nodded. "That's nice. But what about Jane?"

Paul hesitated for a moment. Brian was a big supporter of his relationship with Jane. It brought a lot of good press to them both and, if the media found out they had a fight like this, they would be all over Paul. And that was something Brian couldn't bare to deal with. "Err, we're just spending some time apart."

"'Some time apart'? You two didn't fight, did you?" Brian asked, his features splashed with worry.

Paul looked over at John, who just motioned him to continue. "Well, sort of. But it wasn't that big of a deal."

Eppy sighed. "Paul, what did I tell you about those sorts of fights? If the press finds out..."

"But they won't. Remember that movie audition she wanted to go to over in Germany? Well, she chose to do that instead of coming with us. So the papers won't be catching us together for a very long time." Paul told him.

Brian shrugged. "Let's hope not."

"How about Paul's bird comes with us instead?" John suggested. "Y'know, to replace that fire-breathing cow of his." He said, nodding to Paul. So that was the grand plan? Well done, Paul thought.

"That would be a good idea. Cyn, Pattie, and Mo are all coming, why not her too? As a replacement?" Paul added, hoping to be able to convince him enough.

Brian looked from Paul to John, thinking about their sudden proposal. "I don't know boys. If the press sees that girl with you instead of Jane, they'd be sure to mix up some story..."

"Well, what if Paul didn't get so close to her?" John said. "She could just be some assistant or something. The press never saw her before, so they don't know who she is."

Brian thought for a moment. "Are you sure that would work?"

They both nodded.

He looked at Paul. "And you're sure that you won't make it seem like you two are an item during the tour?"

Paul nodded. "I'm an expert at fooling the press. I won't make them suspect a thing."

Brian sighed once again. "Let me think about it. It's only two days before we leave and I'd have to make arrangements with a lot of people if I just want to get this girl in. What's her name anyway?"

"Jackie." Paul said.

"Well, Jackie's gonna have to wait for a bit."

Paul smiled. "Alright, thanks Eppy."

"Wait, is that all?" Brian asked as he noticed they were getting up to leave.

"Oh, errm, yeah." Paul said as he rose from his seat.

"We're going to let you 'think about it' in peace." John said as he walked to the door with Paul trailing behind. "See you later."

"Bye." Brian said as the two lads stepped outside, door closing behind them.

They made their way to John's car and got inside, John laughing while starting the engine.

"What's so funny?" Paul asked, smiling at his sudden laughter.

"Did you see the way he was sitting? What a queer." John laughed, shaking his head.

Paul was laughing too, until something dawned on him. "Shit."

John almost stopped the car. "What?"

"My stuff, I have to pack." He answered.

"So?"

"All of my things are at my place...and Jane's there."

John rolled his eyes. "Just go get it then."

Paul looked at him as if he were insane. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," he said, "just do what I do when Cyn and I get into a fight. Barge into the room, completely ignore her, get your things and then leave. Oh, and be sure to slam the door. It adds effect."

Paul scoffed. "You want me to follow the 'Lennon example', huh? How smart."

"It is smart, if I do say so myself."

Paul began to chew on his thumb nail. "Do you think Brian will let us bring Jackie along? Y'know, once he's done 'thinking about it' and all that crap."

John looked like he wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel. "Will you just shutup about her for a second? I'm sure he'll let her come. And if he doesn't, well then I won't have to deal with you two being lovey-dovey asses the whole tour. So either way, someone gains something."

Paul sat back and crossed his arms. "Fine."

But the more he thought of it, the more he knew they did a good job in convincing him. So there was an extremely high chance that she was indeed coming along. And as long as he made sure they didn't tick off the press about what was going on, then everything was going to be alright. And Paul was absolutely thrilled.

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