hey guys! sorry it's been so long but i've been really busy lately. i'm sorry this one is rather short but i have more time to work my stories now so they will hopefully get better. oh! and my cameo offer is still going so if you want one just PM me. ;)
When Trixie said she was ok I stood up straight and slowly turned to looked at the lads. Mouths hanging opened and eyebrows lifted, I wasn't surprised when this finally came out of their mouths.
"Hey George, are you feeling alright?" Said John.
"Yeah, because you've been acting very strange lately." Said Paul.
"Maybe we should go to a doctor?" Said Ringo.
"No, I'm fine! I'm not mad! Alright?!"
"Keep your shirt on Georgie, no one said yeh was!" John said, sitting back down. "Besides, rehearsal's over." He put his guitar in it's case and left the room without another word. I was usually mad when he acted like he didn't care about anything but right now I was loving that trait.
"George, why don't you go home? I'll take Gemma back to her place, ok?"
"Fine, whatever..." I mumbled and motioned for Trixie to follow me. Ringo looked at my gesture oddly and watched me as I left the studio.
Gemma's POV
I followed Ringo out to his car, I couldn't believe what happened to me today! Well, the past couple of days for that matter. The car ride was quiet, as Ringo appeared to be thinking about something. Then I started thinking about Trixie. She was my best friend and because of her home life she was at my house a lot and when my parents decided to move back to London I thought I would never see her again. But then my parents got custody of her and she came with us. My father died about two years ago and that's when we decided we would go ahead and get our own places. It wad a real blow to lose her, I can't think of anybody who would want to kill her. She's, was, a really nice girl. The only person I can think of is her brother if he's even still alive or not in jail. She was their only steady flow of cash because her dad couldn't keep a job and her brother was a crook because he couldn't do anything else, he was totally messed up! He even still sucked at that... I started to feel anger pulsing through me and I gripped the car handle tightly, turning my knuckles white.
"Are you ok Gemma?" Ringo finally spoke as he looked at my red face.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I grumbled quickly.
"George told me about your friend. Trixie right?"
"Yeah..." then I finally busted out in tears. Ringo frowned and pulled the car over.
"I'm sorry Gemma! I shouldn't have said anything!" We got out of the car and he held me for a while and rubbed my back while I cried into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Ringo, I'm just not coping with it all that well."
"Why don't you come stay at my house tonight. I don't want to leave you alone like this."
"Thank you Ringo."
"My pleasure." We got back in the car and headed towards his house.
John's POV
"I have to say Paul. I think Georgie's losing it."
"It sure seems that way. Maybe all the screaming fans and people trying to attack him have made him just snap?"
"I think we should 'take him out somewhere' but really sneak him into the doctors office." I grinned.
"Do you really think that will work, John?"
"Who knows!"
"Ok then, you get it all set up and I will help you do it. For George."