I'm With the Beatles

Honey Pie

"Um, Lizzie?"

Paul pulled me to the side as the others entered the room. I held my breath, just in case if there was any bad news.

"Yes, Paul?"

"Well, when you were gone, we had Brian call up a clothing manufacturer, or whatever they are, and request that they send you a bunch of threads," he exclaimed.

George came out of the room on cue with a whole rolling rack filled with clothes. I gasped and gave Paul a kiss on the cheek. I didn't want George to feel left out, so I hugged him.

"Where should I put it?" he groaned as he tried to move it back inside.

"Just put them by the bathroom, since we have to leave for Washington, DC first thing in the morning," Paul explained.

While they were talking, I reached into the skirt's pocket and pulled out the remaining one hundred bucks. I placed it into his hand.

"Aye, you still had some left?"

"Yep, I didn't want you to see me as a kind of moocher," I answered, trying not to giggle.

"A what?"

"Oh, that was just some Texan talk, you wouldn't understand."

"Oh..."

I heard a bunch of snickers coming from behind the door. Paul smacked his forehead and sighed.

"Oh, yes. Ringo wanted to get you something, too," he exhaled loud.

Ringo opened the door and shoved a leather purse into my arms. I could've sworn that he had really red lips! He ran back in, giggling the whole time. I couldn't help to giggle along with him.

"Open it up," Paul gestured.

I popped the button apart and glanced inside. There were endless amounts of makeup! Blush, mascara, eye liner, and lipstick galore! I picked out the blush and mascara and put them in a seperate pocket; I was probably never going to use them.

"Aw, you guys are so sweet," I cried. I kissed Paul's cheek again and ran inside of the room. There was John holding up a purple bikini and had a dirty smile glued on his face! I stopped in the middle of the room and crossed my arms.

"I'm guessing that you got me that bathing suit, John?"

"Um...correction, me dear girl, it's a bikini, and it's mine," he joked around. "Just kidding!" And with that, he threw the garment at me.

"Come on, let's get in the pool," George shouted.

I turned around to see him and Ringo in matching red-and-white striped swimming trunks. I let out a huge holler! When I faced John, he just winked back at me. His hands reached down.

"Ack, John," I screamed, laughs bursting out. He had already put on his trunks when he dressed himself this morning. I clutched close to my heart and allowed my breaths to slow down.

"Yes, come Lizzie! We'd love it if you do!"

John made some weird, screeching noise and chased the two out of the room. The door slammed behind them.

"Put. That. Back. In. Your. Shorts. John. Lennon," I heard George yell from the hallway.

Paul just gave another sigh and sat down on the bed. He took his shoes off and placed them up against the nightstand.

"Aren't you coming, Paul?" I asked with desperation.

"Na, you go on ahead. The mates really want to be with you right now. I just need some rest," he yawned. He pulled off his shirt to expose his undershirt and crawled underneath the covers.

"You wear your pants to..." I started to say, but he pulled his trousers from underneath the blankets and threw them on the bar.

"You were saying?"

"Oh, nothing," I sighed, blushing a bit.

"Just go have yourself some fun, love," he whispered. He dragged the covers up over his shoulder as he laid on his side.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

I gave a weak smile and took off my boots. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I carefully undressed and gently placed them on the counter, making sure there was no free-standing water around. After I donned the new bikini, I checked myself out in the big mirror. Wow! It definitely showed off my good attributes! I decided to just leave my hair down, but brushed it out until it looked sleek and shiny. I looked at myself one last time and made my way out. Placing the bag and the folded clothes on the bar, I grabbed some chapstick from the purse and smoothed it on. I walked back over to the bed to see if Paul was up. His eyes were closed.

"Paul?"

No answer.

I moved up closer to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He moved a little bit, mumbling something to himself.

"I'm leaving, now," I whispered. He was just fast asleep, no worrries in the world to bother him at this moment. I slipped on a pair of black sandals and made my way on out.

"Love?"

I walked backwards to see Paul sitting up in bed. He took one look at me and his eyes grew big. Then, he showed me a smile.

"Oh, Paul," I cried and ran up to him and gave him a tight squeeze.

"You look beautiful," he seriously replied.

"Paul, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, love."

"Uh, when I come back later, can we talk?"

"Yes, whatever makes me girl happy," he stated. He then laid back down and dozed off to sleep again.

'Me girl?' I was Paul's girl now? This was interesting! I pulled the blankets back over his shoulders and quietly tip-toed out of the room.

There was both an inside and outside pool at the Plaza Hotel. The three guys ordered for the inside pool to be reserved from noon until two o'clock. I came up to the door, where a sort of bodyguard stood.

"Do you happen to be Dizzy Miss Lizzy?" the rough, burly man asked. With him saying that, he sounded like a little kid!

"Yessir."

"You may come in."

He opened the door quietly for me and closed it quickly after I walked in. I was kind of surprised at the lack of girls screaming to hop into the pool with The Beatles.

"Aye, Lizzie, we're over here," Ringo shouted.