The day had passed quickly, having to leave the spa after some relaxation and go back to Cynthia and John's house.
It was nice spending the day with just the girls for a change. And although I hadn't told Cynthia and Jane about George and I, it seemed to have just been understood already. I was grateful because I didn't want to have to say it to them and feel like I was putting pressure on George and I's newly rekindled romance.
When we arrived back, the boys had been working on a song called I'm a Loser, sitting around the living room smoking cigarettes and drinking.
George looked to not be taking part in the smoking, which made me feel slightly guilty although it made me feel like he really cared about me at the same time.
He didn't look glum about it much at all however, he seemed happily working along with his bandmates.
There was a chorus of hellos as we entered.
John was throwing peanuts at Ringo who'd seemed to have fallen asleep in his chair.
"John quit it." Cynthia spoke unable to keep her giggles back as she went to go sit beside him.
"Bongo!" Paul shouted playfully at the drummer.
Ringo woke up with a jump, looking around frantically thinking something terrible had happened.
The three boys began to laugh at him.
"Does this mean I'm driving home?" Maureen asked as she went to sit by Ritchie seeing his exhausted and intoxicated state with many beer bottles scattered across the table.
Jane left from beside me by the entrance lastly to sit by Paul, and without thinking much of it I went to sit beside George, immediately regretting my decision.
I sat down and everyone's attention seemed to stick to the two of us interestedly as George wrapped his hand around my waist mindlessly as he took a large gulp of his rum and coke.
As he realized what he done, he'd tried his best to keep his cool.
"What?" George asked defensively after a moment of uncomfortable silence as they all stared at us.
Everyone looked away nonchalantly but John.
"Did you two, have a shag?" John narrowed his eyes examining the two of us closely, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a slightly intoxicated state.
John Lennon. He could have been giving you the silent treatment but still wouldn't lose the chance to make everyone in a room uncomfortable by poking fun at you.
"John!" Cynthia gasped hitting his arm disgustedly.
"They have, look at them." He laughed.
I hadn't noticed at first but both George and I had looked extremely guilty from the moment John had outed us.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw George look to me, knowing we should just tell them.
"Fine." I admitted finally cutting through the thick tension in the room.
"Really?" Jane squealed in joy.
George nodded with a small joyous smirk.
"We should celebrate!" Maureen beamed.
"You have to tell us everything!" Jane squealed happily.
"How many times did you do it?" John quipped.
"And that's our cue to leave," George spoke uncomfortably standing up, making me snicker.
"Boo." John frowned throwing a peanut at George, hitting him in the arm.
