I'm With the Beatles

Carry That Weight

"Paul, please, just let me put it somewhere more deserving than your shorts," I cried, pulling at the fabric.

"Aye, yer actin' so dirty now," he teased, keeping a hold on his waistband.  

"If you're gonna act that way, then forget me ever talkin' to you," I mumbled, walking away from the stupidity at the moment. I watched as Brian came out of the building.

"Alright, boys, go get dressed and be in the limo in ten minutes!"

I felt Paul breeze past me and into the mansion he went. Ugh, I felt so bad for finding his gift, but there was really no reason to hide it away from me like that! Brian noticed me and Cynthia and walked over to us.

"So, Lizzie, has McCartney bestowed ye with a Valentine yet?"

I blushed and shook my head. His face twisted and he shook his head. I didn't want Brian to think that Paul was rude or inconsiderate. but in the current moment. Paul had not actually given me anything yet.

"Well. Mr. Epstein. he has written a song for me." I explained. I saw his face soften.

"Yes. I see... But he has he given ye a dozen roses? A teddy bear? A box of chocolates? Some perfume?"

"Well, Mr. Epstein, no. But I don't really care about those things. All that really matters to me is Paul himself!"

He smiled and gave a short chuckle, "Ye are very lucky. McCartney's known for bein' such a romantic."

My face reddened again and the four guys spilled out of the house. Brian pointed in the direction where they were to go and we three followed after them towards the limo.

I took a seat next to Paul beside the window. He seemed solemn and kept sighing.

"Paul, I really didn't mean to be so rude to you! It's just that your lyricism is so charming and it needs to be shared!"

He glanced at me and gazed with his puppy eyes.

"Ye really think so?"

"Yes, she does, ye bloke," John broke in, Cynthia slapping his mouth shut.

Paul emitted a hard exhale and pulled the song out of his pocket. He traced his fingers over the various folds in the paper and grinned.

"Thanks, honey. I really do appreciate it."

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, resting his perfect lips against my cheek.

"Ew, save that for tonight," George griped, covering his eyes.

The vehicle came to a stop in front of a modest house on the coast. There was a boat dock in the back with a nice boat sitting close. A burly man waved from the driveway.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Oh, he's Sgt. Bresner. He's gonna be our bodyguard," Ringo answered, stretching his arms out.

We exited the car and gave the sergeant a handshake. He was most definitely strong and seemed capable of throwing down the Beatles all at once! No wait; make that the whole band, plus Brian!

"Welcome, men! Bernard Castro lent us his boat so we can go sight-seeing around Miami Harbor!"

Sgt. Bresner led us over to the big boat and John started off by helping Cynthia on board. Then, he jumped in with the aid of the bodyguard. Paul lifted me up into the boat, and then he hopped on. George, Ringo, and Brian were given a lift by Sgt. Bresner, who lastly climbed aboard with no problem.

"Where are the drinks at?" Cynthia asked, covering her eyes with her hand.

Sgt. Bresner motioned over towards the front of the boat. She waddled against the rocking and reached down into the cooler. Cynthia then emitted a screech.

"What be wrong, honey?" John questioned, getting up to fight for his bride.

She shook her head full of blonde hair as two reporters, with cameras in tow, revealed themselves from underneath the seats.

"What the bloody 'ell? Get off ye damn gits," John spat, raising his fists. He then pointed to the water.

"But we can't swim," the skinny one protested.

Brian just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. George and Ringo snickered in the background, which Brian swatted away their indecency.

"Sergeant, since we haven't really set off yet, would it be fine if we just drop them off at the shore?"

"Yessir," the bodyguard agreed, saluting in respect. The boat moved back over to dry land.

Once the little boat tour was finished, Sgt. Bresner invited us into his house where his wife was cooking a huge meal. We chowed down on fish and chips and he suggested that we ride in his speedboat.

"I'll drive us around, if ye don't mind," Ringo suggested with his hand raised.

"No, that'll be fine. Anyone else wanna come?" the bodyguard wondered.

"I guess I'll go," I added in. I nudged Paul in the ribs.

"Aye, I'll go, too," Paul said in between chews.

Turns out that Paul and I were the only other ones that agreed to such an unsafe endeavor. Ringo was going to drive and we, plus the whole Bresner family, were going to be on board! We followed Sgt. Bresner and his wife as they led us to their speedboat. Their children were skipping merrily down the sidewalk, with Brian running close behind.

"Be careful," he warned just like a father.

"Oh, we'll be fine, Mr. Epstein," Sgt. Bresner assured.  

Ringo started the engine and we were on our way back into the ocean. The Bresners were sitting up at the front of the boat, while Paul and I chose the back behind the wheel. Paul started to sing his newly written song, but kept messing up every time Ringo would hit a choppy wave.

"Oh, I'll just wait and sing it to ye tonight," he sighed.

The time came to get back to the house. Ringo had accidently set the boat on full speed and we were rushing, head-on, into the port. I shrieked and clutched Paul tightly. He answered with a smirk, but soon saw how dangerous the situation was. He clung on to me for dear life! The Bresners seemed unfazed and begged for Ringo to drive faster! I mentally wept. Ringo slammed into the wooden beams, bending the railing. Paul and I were almost knocked out of the aquatic machine! After getting out, Ringo couldn't stop apologizing to the bodyguard!

"I'm really sorry for bendin' ye boat all about!"

"It's perfectly fine! We had fun, right family?"

All the Bresners expressed their happiness. Paul and I just wanted to get out of that place!

We fell back into the house with everyone giving us weird looks. Ringo still didn't stop expressing his regrets, so Sgt. Bresner finally told him to shut up.

"Alright, everyone, we're going to go back to the Deauville for the night. Sgt. Bresner will be accompanying us to keep us safe. Supposedly there is going to be a lot of good acts tonight! Ye will be allowed three hours of rest, but then ye must be in the nightclub by nine," Brian informed, scanning through his planner.

I sighed in relief, glad that I would be able to get some shut eye after the ordeals that I've gone through. But really, Ringo needed the most rest, because he looked like he was mauled by a tiger!

We all expressed our gratitude to the family and climbed back into the limousine. The ride back was much quieter and serene. Everyone had a nap on their mind. Paul confirmed my thoughts as he snuggled into my chest, purring like a cat. I silently giggled and smoothed his dark brown hair.

"I love you, Paul. Please forgive me," I whispered, knowing that he wouldn't hear me.

But I just needed to hear those words for myself.