Beatles Chapter 2

3rd person POV

John walked along the hall kicking a rock that was for some reason in the hallway. Why was he always sent to do this stuff?

He walked down the hall till he spotted a red head leaning on a wall looking rather worried.  

John felt odd, she wasn't exceedingly beautiful or eye catching. In fact he would say she was rather plain but easily caught his eye. He smiled at her and walked over.

"Hi there" he grinned causing the girl to look slightly shocked. The shock quickly turned to panic.

"Whatever she broke I'll pay for it!" she looked nervous but that only made John smile more, she was so pretty and her immediate reaction was adorable.

"I believe you are the person I was sent to get for, your blonde friend is in our back room"

The redheads face was priceless and it made John's grin grow. She was too adorable.

"Yeah that would be my friend, is she in trouble?" the redhead asked burying her head in her hands.

"Not at all actually, I was just sent to retrieve you"

The girl smiled and sighed with relief so John took it as a good sign and held out his hand. She looked at it for a moment before nervously taking it.  John squeezed her hand and led the girl to the room where everyone was talking. The walk was a bit awkward because of the silence but John didn't mind.

Bridgette immediately noticed her best friend was flushed pink and talking to the drummer.

"Want some tea?" John offered smiling at her.

"Oh yeah, that would be nice thanks"

John disappeared for a little while. Bridgette stood there awkwardly in the center of the room; her eyes were fixed on her best mate getting friendly with Ringo. Her charm, which Bridgette always secretly envied, must have been turned to maximum judging by the drummers grin. After a few minutes he showed up and held out a cup of tea.

"It's a cherry tea… I hope you like it"

The redhead took a small sip and smiled.

"It's wonderful, thank you very much"

"No problem" John smiled and stepped back a bit watching the redhead carefully from the corner of his eye.

Suddenly Bridgette let out an awkward squeak; she had burnt her lip causing her to drop the tea cup to the floor causing the liquid to splatter over her legs and the cup to shatter to bits.

John near jumped to attention and grabbed her pulling her so she wouldn't get more hurt than she already was, the bottom of his suit pant became covered in the hot liquid.
"
Oh god, are you okay?" Bridgette felt horrible, she just injured a Beatle!

"Yeah I'm fine, how are you?" he gently cupped the girl's chin, he could see that her lips were red and a little swollen from the burn already.

"I'm fine…" Bridgette tried to cover up but not too much avail.

John cupped her chin pulling her closer to look at her lips. After a moment he grinned and pulled her a tiny bit closer pressing his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. The girl looked shocked but that was okay with him, he grinned and kept the kiss for a moment longer before letting her go.

"Now how are you?"

"Great" she murmured blushing and turning away.

Nicole sat across the room from her grinning from ear to ear in that oh to sly way that said something was flashing behind her dangerous blue eyes. It was never a good sign. It normally meant she was planning something that would get both the girls into the trouble that would have to solved by the cops later on. Or Nicole would be found hanging from a window the next day. But she knew sure enough that whatever was going on behind those eyes was dangerous as a live wire in an ocean.

Ringo let out a laugh that brought Nicole back from the abyss of her thoughts.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked with a bit of a pout.

"Just the look on your friend's face, she seemed quite surprised"

"Bridgette ain't hard to surprise though, easy as a toad in a corn popper…. Sorry" she blushed at the farm slang. It wasn't her fault the tongue just stuck with her no matter how long she had lived off the farm.

"That's an odd saying; I've never heard it before"

"It's something my dad used to say, along with if we were meant to fly we have wings, but saying that is like saying if we were made to dig we would be born with shovels … odd old sayings are a BIG thing in my house"

"It's cute… when you say it" he smiled a bit trying not to shy away from the odd girl who was so overwhelming but intriguing all at the same time.

"Oh…" She blushed and looked down at her hands which were clasped tightly in her lap.