George's POV

After breakfast which was a strange ordeal we got in my car and she tried to direct me to Gemma's house. There was a lot of "oh, wait turn here! Great now we have to turn around!" And "oh...sorry you were right we should have turned there...sorry..." so it took us like an hour to figure out how to get from my house to Gemma's when really it could have been a short fifteen to twenty minutes. To tell the truth I was really dreading this little venture but I don't know, just something about Trixie made me want to do anything for her. I slowly pulled into Gemma's drive way and got out of the car. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. After about five minutes a girl with messy brown hair answered the door. Her face was tear-stained and it looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She looked at me halfheartedly for a second then her eyes widened.

"Your George Harrison!" She croaked then cleared her throat. I put on a large fake smile because I really didn't know what to do. "Um, do you want to come in?!" She stammered slightly.

"Yes, please." I followed the girl into her small house and she told me to sit down.

"Make yourself at home, I'll just be a minute!"

She stumbled quickly into the bedroom and I looked over to Trixie who smiled and gave me a thumbs up. When she came back in she had changed into some nicer clothes and fixed her hair. She was a fairly pretty girl but I bet she'd look nicer with a smile. She walked in and sat down right on top of Trixie. I gasped then Trixie just stood up and walked to another chair.

"So, um, why are you here?" Gemma said finally.

"Well, erm, you see, I heard about your loss... and... I just wanted to tell you that... you shouldn't be sad because, I know that, she isn't in pain and she's happy where she is now, and she wouldn't want you to stay sad. And- oh! Great! I'm late for-" I looked over to Trixie.

"Take her with you! Get her out of the house! Going to the studio should take her mind off of things!" I turned back to Gemma who had tears running down her cheeks.

"Tell you what. Why don't you come with me to the studio?"

"Oh my gosh! Really?!"

"Yeah, come on. I'm running late though so you can just ride with me." Her mouth hung open slightly as she followed me out to the car. I made sure Trixie was in the back before I started off toward the studio. I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do.

Trixie's POV

I could tell George was very uncomfortable talking to Gemma but after a minute his heart seemed to be a little more into it. I felt a little odd like I was the worlds weirdest third wheel. I really didn't think about how the other Beatles would react to George bringing some random girl to the studio but they didn't seem too happy. Well all except Ringo. It was rather amusing watching him try to get her to sit next to him, he totally liked her.

"Hey George!" George snapped his head up and looked at me. "Get Ringo to ask her out! I can tell he likes her anyway but that would be perfect! Please!" I smiled my best smile and George frowned but he still convinced Ringo to ask her out. Of course it took him a while to convince him that she and George weren't already going out and that she wasn't some horrid girl that George was just trying to dump on him. It was totally fun being a fly on the wall... hmm... fly!... there I go again thinking about the possibility of flying! I finally decided to stand up on a chair and jump off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw George's eyes widen, as I jumped off the chair his face twisted in terror. He leapt over to catch me and let out some sort of yell. I of course just fell right through him and my face became acquainted with the floor. Everyone in the room stared at George liked he was either insane or having some sort of attack.

"I'm ok!" I assured him quickly and he seemed to relax a bit. Me and my bright ideas!