It had only been three days since my argument with Paul had happened. It had felt like so much longer though. Despite what he had done, I still missed him. I was starting to doubt that he realized that anymore. I didn't have anyone to talk to about it and I was going to go simply mad if I didn't tell someone soon. So I phoned George and told him I ( Read more... )

I woke up feeling anxious and still a little high. My eyes were dry and I rubbed at them. I looked over to Ringo sleeping in the bed and wondered what time it was. It felt early. I looked over and saw it was eight. I hardly wanted to get up, but suddenly I was anxious ( Read more... )

 After the whole thing had really sunk in about the baby I'd gone and decided I had bitten off more than I could chew at any moment. I had to distance myself from the situation. Playing with the Beatle dad on weekends was one thing, but I wasn't going to talk to his wife anymore. It wouldn't do either of us any good. At least...I was going to try ( Read more... )

I had called John earlier to let him know I was stopping by. I knocked on the door, feeling a bit nervous. Should I tell him about Pattie? Would he get mad? It didn't mean anything, it was just a fuck. It wasn't like when I slept with George and he found out. But still, John got jealous and I figured it would be best to keep it to myself.

I fidgeted a little with a loose string on the couch, and shifted my position again. There was a monotone drone going on in the background, reporting the news of some four-thousand something in Lankeshire. Honestly, I'd tried to listen to it! But it was impossible-- like, really, physically impossible. I couldn't understand a word he said. Only ( Read more... )

We had just gotten home from the tour only two days ago and I hadn't done much except attempt to get some much needed rest. George had phoned me and had invited me to his and Ringo's flat for a chat this afternoon and I was more than willing to go. I was already starting to get bored being cooped up in the house with Cyn and I just wanted to get ( Read more... )

It felt like a month, but it was only two days or so after I decided to speak to someone that I actually got around to doing it.  Most of that time was spent giving everyone a chance to settle down a little bit, get somewhat over the jet lag and all that, but a considerable amount was also devoted to deciding who exactly I would go see ( Read more... )

I ran a hand through my hair, making my way up the stairs to my room. The attic. I sighed, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

Jane was already there, smiling at me.

"Hello, love," I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to just go to sleep.

We had finally made it home and I couldn't have been more relieved. I was glad to be going home and was excited to see Cyn and Jules. The only thing that was putting a damper on my excitement was that I knew Cyn and I would have to eventually talk about the situation we had discussed on the phone at the start of the tour. I wasn't exactly looking ( Read more... )

I had driven up to the airport to pick Brian up. I was going to happily bring him home and get him unpacked and drunk. Probably help him into a nice hot bath. He would need something of that sort after being with that lot on tour the whole time. I was feeling much better about not having been able to go on tour. I'd made it through security and ( Read more... )