Love, Love Me Do (Beatles story)

Chapter Six - Private conversations

~ Charlene's P.O.V ~

Paul, Ringo and I were in George's room, which we had locked George out of, I wasn't talking to him, obviously. At first I wouldn't talk to any of the boys, but I couldn't stay mad at them for long; Paul had only been concerned because of how his mum had died and to be honest he was the 'Cute One'. Then there was Ringo, he was too childlike and his eyes were too adorable to be angry at, I just had to forgive him. John. . . Well, John. . . Er. . . Honestly I didn't know why I forgave him. . . Oh, I know, maybe because he wouldn't leave me alone and stop cracking innuendos until I forgave him, only then did he leave me alone, and decided to keep George company.

"Char, why won't you forgive George?" Ringo enquired.

"Um. . ." The truth was I didn't actually know why I was mad at George, I scrambled, searching for a reason to be mad at George. "He's acting like he's in charge of me!" I blurted, I don't know where it came from, and childish as it sounded, it was true.

"He kinda is though," Paul said, sounding as though he questioned my sanity. "I mean you are his 'girlfriend', aren't you?"

I scowled, "Much to my chagrin," honestly, I didn't want to be George's 'girlfriend', I'm not such a great actor, people will know we're not really together.

Paul snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! You like George, it's so obvious."

I just about turned into a tomato, that's how embarrassed I was. "W-What? No, I don't! Don't be so ridiculous, Paul!"

"Ha ha ha," Paul giggled. "Some one's a little defensive, eh Ringo?"

"Definitely, Paulie," Ringo agreed, joining in with Paul's giggling.

"I do not like George Harrison!" I continued to deny, but as I already said I can't act.

"Ah come on, just admit it, Char!" Paul exclaimed. "You can't lie to save your life, you know that, right?"

"I know," I sighed.

"So," Paul rubbed his hands together. "You really do fancy Georgie, eh?"

There was silence for a moment, before I reluctantly agreed with Paul, "Yeah," I nodded. "Just a bit."

"I KNEW IT!" Paul and Ringo both shouted in unison.

"Shh!" I hissed anxiously, worried in case George and John had heard them from the sitting room. "Don't tell anyone," I didn't what would be worse, them telling George I liked him, he'd never feel the same, he could get any girl he wanted, I have more chance with Mark Campbell than with George. John couldn't find out because he'd just tell George and tease me for however long I was stuck here for.

"How about John?" Ringo asked.

"Nope," I shook my head.

"How about George?" Paul asked coyly, exchanging a mischievous smirk with Ringo.

"NO!" I frantically shook my head.

"Why not? He likes you too," Paul looked confused.

"He doesn't like me," I muttered, flopping back onto George's pillows between Ringo and Paul.

"He does," Ringo insisted. "It's obvious."

"What makes you think that?" I closed my eyes.

"The ways he's acting, he doesn't get angry with you either," Paul said. "There's something else too, but I'm not saying no more."

Before I could force him to tell me what he was talking about the door swung open, revealing none other than George Harrison.

George took one look at the three of us lying on our backs, with our arms behind our heads on his bed, before he burst out laughing.