My Beatles Fan Fic - Chapter 5
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domino43Phone call...
~ Chapter 5 ~
It has been two weeks since The Beatles left to finish their tour. They had written postcards from every city they played in, just as they said they would. They had even called when they were in Paris. George had promised to call her as soon as he walked in the door at home. They were due back anytime now. Katorea waited by the telephone. She hoped George kept his promise.
At about 1:30 in the afternoon, the phone rang. Katorea rushed to pick it up. “Hello.”
“Hi, it’s me. I called, just like I promised. We just walked in.”
“I knew you would call.” No she hadn’t. Why did she lie? “How was the flight?”
“Oh, not bad, I guess. How have you been?”
“Good. How about you?”
“Good. A little tired, but good.” Katorea could hear some talking in the background. “Ringo says ‘hi’, John wants to know ‘When are we gonna have another pillow fight?’, and Paul wants to talk to you.”
“Okay. Put him on.”
Paul comes to the phone. “Hello, luv. How have you been?”
“Good. And you?”
“Good. Um, so, how about tomorrow night? Are you free?”
“Actually, yes, I am. Is that when you want to go out?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Great. I’ll put George back on. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
George got back on the phone. “I was wondering if tonight was a good time to go out?”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Yeah, but not that tired. What do you say?”
“Sure. Do you want to pick me up, or do you want me to come over there?”
“Why don’t you come over here. That way I have time to take a shower and change.”
“What time do you want me there?”
“Is four o’clock good for you?”
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
“Good. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.” She hangs up and goes to get changed.
~ Chapter 5 ~
It has been two weeks since The Beatles left to finish their tour. They had written postcards from every city they played in, just as they said they would. They had even called when they were in Paris. George had promised to call her as soon as he walked in the door at home. They were due back anytime now. Katorea waited by the telephone. She hoped George kept his promise.
At about 1:30 in the afternoon, the phone rang. Katorea rushed to pick it up. “Hello.”
“Hi, it’s me. I called, just like I promised. We just walked in.”
“I knew you would call.” No she hadn’t. Why did she lie? “How was the flight?”
“Oh, not bad, I guess. How have you been?”
“Good. How about you?”
“Good. A little tired, but good.” Katorea could hear some talking in the background. “Ringo says ‘hi’, John wants to know ‘When are we gonna have another pillow fight?’, and Paul wants to talk to you.”
“Okay. Put him on.”
Paul comes to the phone. “Hello, luv. How have you been?”
“Good. And you?”
“Good. Um, so, how about tomorrow night? Are you free?”
“Actually, yes, I am. Is that when you want to go out?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Great. I’ll put George back on. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
George got back on the phone. “I was wondering if tonight was a good time to go out?”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Yeah, but not that tired. What do you say?”
“Sure. Do you want to pick me up, or do you want me to come over there?”
“Why don’t you come over here. That way I have time to take a shower and change.”
“What time do you want me there?”
“Is four o’clock good for you?”
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
“Good. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.” She hangs up and goes to get changed.
