A/N: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home. I've been away now, oh how, I've been alone. Wait! Till I come back to your side and we'll forget the tears we cried! Yes, I just went there, because it seriously has been over a month! Well, because of that we've got a fluff filled chapter with silliness and my old-fashioned weirdness! Now, to the big, long waited thanks! So thank you PurlyandGirly, ThisBirdHasFlown, anakinbridger541, Macca40 on Wattpad and DoctorLennon007, MaccaandGeorgie on AO3. You guys must have lots of tissues.

We were all sitting in Ringo and John's apartment, watching over Ringo. Actually, there were a lot more people that lived in the place, but I'm not sure I know the actual amount.

The main task was to make sure he wouldn't strain himself in anyway. Believe it or not, Ringo was a pretty stubborn person.

"No! I can get my own water!" Ringo growled at Keith, who was trying to make him sit back down on the couch.

"Sure you can. The doctor said no, so I say no. You know much I like to listen to the officials," Keith growled back as he pinned Ringo down in an uncomfortable looking way.

"When have you ever listened to anyone but yourself?" Stuart asked from his stool behind the canvas. He was practically covered in red paint, which could give a bad impression to anyone who walks in.

"Never really. But I felt now would be a good time to start," Keith answered happily.

George, apparently bored of this random fight, went into the kitchen and soon came back with bottled water. Ringo accepted it with a grumpy look on his face, giving George a small thanks anyways.

"Why did the doctor say you had to rest even though your throat is the problem?" John asked as he moved over to Stuart's painting. I couldn't tell if he was squinting because he was really looking at the painting closely or because he didn't have his glasses on.

"Because rest allows the body to heal faster since you're not straining it on anything else," I said quietly after no one seemed to know the answer.

I pet the top of Martha's head as gently as I could. Martha instantly jumped into my lap, curling up and fitting nicely, since she was a puppy. After a few minutes of petting her head and holding her, small laughter came up. It quickly got loud, to the point where Martha was whimpering.

"Hey! You're upsetting Martha!" I yelled as I hugged her tight.

The laughing only ceased for a moment-getting Martha to look up a moment-only to get much louder than it was before. Stuart fell off his stool, not noticing the new yellow paint on himself as he continued to laugh. Even though Ringo was laughing, even though a cough would escape his lips every so often.

"You two are so cute!" John gushed between fits of laughter.

I frowned and looked away, muttering silently, "You cannot be serious."

"Why wouldn't I be serious? Of course I'm serious about this! You'll get so famous on Twitter or whatever that you'll break the internet! Kim Kardashian has nothing on you," John thundered while pulling out his phone.

"She's gross, I hope she has nothing on me," I said while trying to hide behind Martha so John couldn't get a good picture.

"At least take a selfie or a picture, so John doesn't start throwing a tantrum," Stuart said as he finally got back up on his stool.

"I do not throw tantrums, Stu!" John whined and flopped onto the spot next to me. To prove his point, he crossed his arms and pouted irritably at Stuart.

Yeah, definitely proving his point.

"So are you going to take the picture or not?" Ringo asked. He promptly shoved Keith off of him, giving Ringo a great a chance to finally breathe and move.

"No, Paul here said that his iPhone doesn't work anymore," George said, his voice sounding a bit distant.

"Where are you?" Ringo asked the exact same time Keith perked up and looked at me.

"In the kitchen. Do you guys happen to have any jelly babies?" George, peaking his head into the room, questioned with one of his very serious looks. Once again, he was getting serious about food.

If there was an actual thing like having a lawyer for food, he would be number one all the way.

"Yeah, I think we do . . . Anyways, Paul apparently has a broken phone? I can totally fix that!" Keith shouted as he jumped over to me and held out his hand. For a moment, I sat there with confusion written all over my face until he groaned in annoyance.

"Give me thy phone!" he shouted once again. But he simply didn't wait this time and took it out of my pocket.

"You shouldn't have done that. He'll destroy your phone quicker than you can say Geronimo," John muttered as he was continuing his pouting, even though Stuart couldn't see him.

"I would not! I'm not in the mood to break anything. Besides, I haven't even gotten my cherry bombs yet," Keith dismissed lightly, hunched over my phone with concentration.

Cherry bombs? Oh great . . . I've entrusted my very expensive IPhone 6 with a possible arsonist. Why doesn't the universe just bring a psychopath my way? Nah, that's probably John in some way . . .

He opened the back of my phone, looking at it with scrutiny over every little thing that might have been on it. I merely pet Martha again so it didn't seem like I didn't trust him. At one point, when he basically had the phone in random pieces on the coffee table, he looked up as I was 'not staring at him'.

"If you're going to freak out over me fixing your phone, at least act like you're not freaking out."

I let out a nervous laugh, Martha liking my face as I did so.

The next part of the fixing really scared me out. Well, at least not the first step. He started to line up all the pieces, looking at them a few times over or moving them in another spot in the line. Once he was satisfied, his hands then turned into blurs, moving in order of the line. Not even a good three minutes later, he was turning on the fully assembled phone.

"I told you I can fix stuff. I'm in all of Ritchie's engineering classes, so I know what I'm doing," Keith said happily.

"Don't remind me," Ringo groaned, the total opposite of Keith. He put his head in his hands and groaned miserably.

"Hey, I helped you on that test last week; you should be thankful! And I'm bringing you all the work you're going to miss for the next week, so you should be double thankful!" he retorted, looking over the IPhone one last time. Suddenly, it started to buzz nonstop. It was buzzing for so long that Keith threw it into my hands.

"How long has your phone been broken exactly?" Keith asked as the phone continued to buzz, showing no sign of stopping.

"Hasn't it been broken since George's birthday? Like, late February," John said but pretended to ask it. I was thankful he didn't bring up any certain name, I was tired of being upset for so long.

"February? No wonder," Keith breathed. He got up slowly, mumbling something about helping George find the jelly babies before he ate everything else.

Good decision.

"So who's been texting you to make you such a busy guy?" Stuart questioned as he put his paint brush away.

I turned on my phone, only to hear Martha growl menacingly. Her lips were curled back into an evil sneer and she continued to bark until I turned it off again.

"First, your dog is very possessive. Second, why didn't you guys tell me I had this much paint on me? I could have changed," the paint coated guy moaned as he pulled at the bottom of his shorts with a bothered look on his face.

"I would have told you," John said lightly. "But you were too busy saying that I throw tantrums. So, this is basically your fault."

Stuart studied John for a moment, who was looking pretty smug over what he just said. Stuart tilted his head a little to the side and shrugged.

"To hell with it . . . DIE!" he yelled and pounced on John like Tim would with fish. After John got over the initial shock of being tackled by his friend, the small brawl began. Let's just say it looked quite similar to a cat fight thanks to John's rather wimpy punches back.

Not wanting to get anywhere near that-since it was obvious no one would get hurt-I pulled out my phone again. Martha started up her deep growl but I didn't pay too much attention to it. I continued to scroll through my phone, looking at all the missed calls that I got and I found a certain name in particular amongst all the others.

Martha, being more angry than usual, grabbed the IPhone from my hands by her teeth and jumped off the couch, trotting off to a different location.

"Did you piss off your girlfriend already? It's only been a few weeks," Stuart joked. Their 'cat fight' seemed just about done since Stuart was comfortably sitting on top of John, who kept murmuring about something being unfair.

"No, I didn't bother Martha. But . . . Dot called at one point."

John stopped his murmuring and looked up. Some sort of feeling was in his eyes and I'm pretty sure it was fear.

"Did you just say Dot?" John asked with a shaky voice.

I nodded and he sighed quietly. What was he trying to say? There was no answer to that since a loud cry of shock filled the apartment.

"No! Don't you dare! I just fixed this thing and there is no way I'm going to fix any sort of water damage!" Keith yelled, running through this room and into the bathroom. "I said drop it, you evil dog! What is your problem against phones?"

Ringo snickered, walking over to the bathroom, saying, "She doesn't have a problem with the phone. It's the girl trying to talk to Paulie she has a problem with."

I didn't tell off Ringo for saying that and continued to look at John. He was trying horribly to avoid my gaze but it's hard to do that when someone is sitting on your back.

"John . . . ? What are you not telling me?" I asked John. He made a rather disgruntled sound and fidgeted around.

"Stu, can you please get off?" John asked irritably. Stu sighed, stretching slowly before he got up. If I said I didn't hear bones crack in relief, I think I'd be lying.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

John took his turn and sighed, looking around quickly. George peaked his head out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about, jelly baby heads poking out of his mouth. Not a pretty sight . . . for jelly babies at least.

"I called Dot and asked her to talk to you so you can get over her. Your phone is being a butt and won't let you answer calls which, was the problem so we just told her that was enough and she was okay with it. So, who wants to go on a vacation?" John asked, not even sparing a breath.

A/N: Haha! Does it not feel better to laugh at the end of this instead of cry? Yeah, weird feeling after these past few chapters . . . So, I'll try to get the next chapter up a bit sooner than this one (get it . . .?) and hopefully it'll be longer too. See ya later! 8)