Ain't She Sweet

Chapter 25 - Tomorrow Never Knows

<Angie POV>

"I'm gonna pig out on me candy when we get back. Wanna join?" I ask George while we drive back to the hotel.

"Will there be cola?" He ponders.

I laugh.

"Of course silly!"

"Was there a reason why Dawson didn't want to come with us?" I ponder.

"I dunno, but likewise, don't get involved with him. He's 2 years older than ya, and boys are arseholes. I should know. I live with 3 of 'em." George laughed.

I playfully punch him.

"Ugh my butt's all wet thanks to ye!" I whine.

"Hey! I wasn't the one to suggest goin' in the water ya doofus!" George chuckled.

"Whatever." I snort.

"Let's go, luckily the fans haven't found us yet." George says getting out of the car.

I get out and slammed the door, an grabbed ahold of his hand, checking both ways for fans.

"The coast is clear." I say.

We make a mad dash up the stairs and onto the first floor.

"1 down, 11 more to go." I say.

"It's a good work out, gets yer blood pumpin'." George shrugged.

We had a race up the stairs, and he ended up winning because I gave up on the 9th flight of stairs.

"Oh yeah I need some energy." I wheeze.

George unlocks the door and all of the boys come rushing to us.

"What?!" George cried.

"Do y-ye remember that creepy doctor that we called over for Angie's foot?" John stammers.

"Yeah." I say.

"Look!" Paul ushered us to the Telly and it said,

"Deranged Rapist caught in a local home in Liverpool."

"Holy shit!" George yelled.

"Look, that was Dr. Marvel." Ringo said.

"Oh wow." I look at the mugshots on the Telly and let a sigh of relief.

"I knew there was somethin' odd 'bout the sod." Ringo patted my shoulder.

"Yeah."

"Ringo where did ya put me candy?" I ask.

"Over there- why?" He points to it.

I leap over the bed and grabbed the box.

"Any one want some?" I smirk.

"Oh god no."

Ringo groans.

~ Hour later~

John, Paul, George and I were running all over the hotel, doing ding dong ditches and that sort of stuff. I couldn't make my feet stop.

"Wheeeee!!!" I flail my arms.

"I w-want moreeee!!!!" George and u bounced up and down.

"Ok enough candy for all of ya!" George took the half empty box away from us.

"No fair! Just because yer the oldest doesn't make ye in charge of us!" Paul pouted.

"Yeah!! I bought that candy for Angie too ya know! It's for 'er!" John wailed.

"I know that! Ye guys are off yer rockers!" Ringo cried.

"We have alot to do tomorrow! We have to get ready for the movie, record for the album, and attend another press conference!"

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Don't worry Dad! We'll be ready by then!" I say.

"No more candy! And that's final!" He said.

"He said no candy- but he didn't say no cookies!" I smile.

George and I race over to the chocolate cookies and start pigging out on them.

"Wait!! Save some for meeeee!!!" Paul screeched.

He started to grab some cookies and he started to stuff his face.

"Oh dammit." Ringo falls onto the bed.

~ the next day~

I woke up, on the floor with George cuddling up against me and Paul and John hanging onto my legs.

"Good mornin' sunshine." Ringo smiled at me.

"Mornin'. Grab me camera and take a picture of this!" I whisper.

He runs over to my suitcase and brings it over.

"Smile."

I hug a sleeping George and Ringo takes a few pictures of all of us.

"This is so adorable." I coo.

George shirts in his sleep and rolls over on top of me.

All the wind was knocked out of me.

"H-help." I breathe out to Ringo.

Ringo pushed George off of me and kicked Paul and John's heads.

"Ow." Paul groaned.

"Wha-what?" George rubbed his eyes.

"Ya were on top of me ye butt!" I shove him.

"Oh sorry Ang."

"And ya two were clingin' on to me leg." I pointed at Paul and John.

They blushed.

"Haha reallyyy?" John chuckled.

Ringo nodded.

"I was watchin' ye guys for a while and John, ya kicked Paul right in the crotch in ye sleep." Ringo laughed.

George and I laughed.

"So that's what it was! I'll cripple ya!" Paul said.

"Wait, did Dawson come back yesterday?!" I ask worriedly.

The boys looked at each other worriedly.

"We don't know." Paul says.

I dash out of the room and frantically knock on Dawson's door.

I heard feet shuffling to the door and someone opened it.

Dawson stood there with his hair all messed up and he was in plaid pajama bottoms. He had no shirt on and I thought I was gonna die.

"Oh thank god!" I flung my arms around him.

"What- what's the matter Angie?" He groggily said.

"We thought ye didn't come back yesterday 'cause we were eatin' candy all day long and I'm so sorry." I say quickly.

"No worries, I was visitin' me sister in the city." He said.

I looked at him with the greatest sense of relief ever.

"Ahem."

I let go and spin around to see the boys crossing their arms.

"I'm just happy that he's here." I shrug.

"Come 'Ed Annie! It's time to be a Beatle!"