It's Been A Hard Day's . . . Day
A/N: Ha! Time, I've got it!! I finished it like I said! I feel accomplished for absolutely nothing . . . Wow, my life has gone downhill. Anyways, this is probably my weirdest chapter. So if you thought I was listening to Strawberry Fields Forever and that's what inspired this, you're mostly right. Read on though! 8D
John leaned back, checking his leather watch which matched his Sherlock Holmes attire. "The time has come my dear Watson—"
"John, there is no way I will be demoted from apprentice to bumbling sidekick," Ringo said with a sideways look at John. John continued to look at the watch on his wrist, not even bothering to look at the possibly angry Ringo.
"Okay, fine," John sighed in defeat. "Looks like the jobs up to you, Bri."
"I'd rather not. Why am I here again?"
"I think you need to secretly but not so secretly watch over Paul and Jane," Keith supplied, lounging on the same couch John was on.
John rolled his eyes, taking out a pipe and putting it to his lips. A silence nearly fell in the room when a surge of bubbles flew through out of the opening of the pipe. He smirked with some sort of accomplishment on his face.
"So we have Eppy's part in the plan already said," John started off, turning to Brian as he continued. "All you need to do is just sit by him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid . . . because he can do some pretty nerdy stuff."
Buddy snorted. "Says the guy that's overly obsessed with Doctor Who and Sherlock."
"It's okay to be obsessed with something. It makes my day. But as I was saying, the time has come to watch over our little Paulie to make sure Jane is as nice as he says she is. So it's pretty simple, Brian will be in disguise and watch over them in a table not too far from there's. Just make sure Jane doesn't do anything that might hurt Paul."
"And how would I get Paul out of the situation if it calls for it?" Brian asked, eyebrow slightly raised over the seriousness taken for a first date.
"Just tell him that he has a phone call waiting for him. We'll all be dressed as the waiters who'll be wearing suits tonight . . . I think."
Stuart nearly choked on the water he was drinking, eyebrows raised into his hairline. John raised an eyebrow in return, silently questioning the reaction. The exchange of eyebrow raising and glances continued on for a while until George coughed loudly.
"Care to let us know what you're talking about?"
"This guy here thinks he's brilliant when he forgot practically the most important part of the plan. Nice going, John," Stuart muttered, twirling a pencil in his hand all the while.
"At least I thought of something! If you can't think of something, don't judge," John retaliated stubbornly. He took off the Inverness Cape, revealing a jet black tux underneath but kept the cane in his hand, swinging it around in his hand.
"Everyone else seems ready except . . ."
Buddy glared at John instantly, picking at the sleeves of his sweater with disdain.
"What? The only suits I have make me look like a tree and I'm not dealing with that."
John stopped picking at the sleeves but still stared at them like the enemy. He looked at the watch one last time before finally standing up and getting to the door.
"They should be at that restaurant by now, we don't want to be late or Paul will make a fool of himself. Or worse, be boring."
George nodded his head, quietly agreeing with the fact that this was true. But there was also the fact that he was texting Pattie.
"Get off the phone George! Pattie can wait, can't she?" John whined quietly, his head banging on the door so lightly that it couldn't be heard.
"I can't keep her waiting! She wants to know what's going to happen! I don't want to let her down," George answered back in a monotone voice. Pattie's cold randomly went away but her parents wanted her to stay home in case. It was clearly driving George up a wall.
John sighed, grabbed the phone from the unsuspecting teens hands and put it in his pocket. George was already protesting loudly but John hushed him quickly by saying, "If you give her the right present she'll forgive you."
Finally, John got them all to leave the apartment and get into Ringo's car, with Ringo obviously driving.
"I feel like a chauffeur. . . did we really have to wear these suits?" he's asked as he pulled on the collar.
"Yes! It's like you weren't even listening," John huffed. "Brian came up with the idea anyways, so we might as well go with it."
Ringo didn't respond to that and merely turned when the light allowed him, pulling at the collar once again.
The rest of the ride was filled with a dull silence and random scribbles on paper from Stuart. John once again didn't do one of his projects so it was now Stu's job. Good thing John wasn't hoping for an A on it.
"So will you all stay in the car or come with me?" Brian asked when they finally got to the restaurant. Buddy quickly shook his head and opened his side.
"Paul's a pretty stubborn person when he needs to be. I'm sure this might be one of those times if it leads to it."
No one challenged that notion after seeing Paul rant about the two teenagers after the baseball game. After that, the time George had to hanging out with his friends dropped dramatically until he could prove the teens weren't all like the two they met.
They went through the entrance and instantly went their own ways, Eppy going off to wait on Paul's table while the others went off to spy discretely. Or as discretely as one could with John in your group.
"He looks red . . . Wait, nevermind he's laughing," John whispered.
"Can you stop criticising him? It's not like you did any better when--" Stuart started but was cut off when John started to understand what he was getting at.
"Okay, okay! I get it, I'll shut up!" John said through clenched teeth. He started to scowl but still stood quietly like he said he would, even if he did squirm at every little thing that happened.
"You five!" a voice behind them barked. They all quickly spun around to see the very tall, very burly manager of the restaurant. "Aren't you supposed to be up there singing or something like that?"
"What do you mean, sir?" Buddy managed to get out. The man didn't look any happier and crossed his arms, making him look even more threatening if possible.
"I mean, I called for live entertainment and they told me they would be here, dressed up in suits! Well, here they are so I'm not wasting money for the time you're not playing. Now the instruments are up there and the PA's working fine if you ask me. I'll be expecting some guitar chords in 10 minutes at the most."
With that he left, leaving the boys to quake in their fancy boots. They all looked at one another to bring up an idea but there were drawing up blanks. And that manger didn't seem like one who enjoyed improvising.
"I guess we should go up there, huh?" Stuart murmured with a small smirk. It didn't fully travel to the others but they gave convincing smiles back. The closer they moved to the stage though, the more their smiles faded and worry set in.
"I'm not that good at the guitar though," George fretted as he slung the guitar on himself.
"Didn't you okay in the talent show for your old high school?" Ringo asked as he tested the high hats.
George's face went blank and he said with no emotion, "I'm here now, aren't I?"
With that said, they stopped talking and set up quickly and quietly, mostly in fear of the manager. None of them dared to say that though.
"Okay," Buddy said as he got as he got to the mic and put on the guitar. "What do you want to sing?"
Paul was having a pretty good time with Jane, thank you very much. The two were laughing and definitely enjoying each other's company.
Apparently Jane was casted for one of the lead roles in a new show and she wouldn't stop being excited about it. It was being filmed in New York so it wouldn't be too bad for their relationship (if Paul could call it that), gave her three days off along with a pretty good paycheck. Who would turn that down.
"Smile for the camera, kids!" a stranger yelled to them. Paul turned just in time to get a bright bulb to flash right in his eyes.
He was sure he looked a bit stupid in it.
"Remind me how many times they're going to do that," Paul said under his breath as he rubbed his eyes. "And why they're done it."
"It's because I'm an up and coming celebrity. The people who get the most pics the quickest and have the most will get the most money," Jane explained calmly with a shrug. "But I don't know how many times they're going to do it."
"I still don't understand how you're okay with it. If I were you, they would have gotten the hint to stop taking pictures a long time ago."
Jane laughed, leaving Paul to smile with accomplishment that he was the one to make her smile one again.
A twang of the guitar came from the stage which caught Paul's ear immediately but he let it go. Anything that sounded like it was made before the 80's got his attention so it wasn't out of the normal.
"Isn't this the song from the Nationwide Insurance commercials?"
Paul nodded, smiling at the fact that the song and insurance company really don't go together.
They continued to chatter, waiting for their meals to arrive when Jane finally groaned and put her head in her hands.
"What's wrong, Jane?" Paul asked as he tried to pry her hands away from her face. It didn't work, with her hands only getting tighter as he tried.
"You'll think I'm insane," she moaned to the table, rubbing her face furiously.
"I will if you don't tell me."
She groaned again and looked up. Her eyes were back onto to stage and they were probably not to close from the end now.
"Those are your friends up there, aren't they?"
Paul turned around to see and yes, there were his friends standing on the stage, singing "Love Is Strange." He was pretty sure it was their life mission to embarrass him.
"Sylvia . . ." Buddy sang into the mic, still playing his lead guitar with ease.
"Yes Mickey?" John sang back in a high pitched voice.
"How do you call your loverboy?"
John practically snickered into the mic, his face turning a bright red as he sang, "Come 'ere loverboy!!"
"And if he doesn't answer?"
Even George, who was also playing lead guitar, couldn't contain his laughter when John sang, "Ohh loverboy!"
"And if he still doesn't come?" Buddy coaxed with a smirk.
"Then forget about him," John deadpanned. Stuart stopped playing the bass for a moment and full out laughed while Ringo tripped over a beat from the hysteria. "Just kidding, I'll simply say baby, ohh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one."
They sang the end together, harmonizing the whole way. The room exploded with clapping, laughter and talking. Either they entirely forgot about the song or they really liked it.
Paul walked up to the stage with a baffled look on his face. He honestly didn't know what to say to these guys.
"Don't know how to respond to our awesomeness?" John teased as he continued to fiddle with the guitar.
"I certainly know how to respond to this," a very unfamiliar voice boomed behind them. They all quickly spun around to find a rather tall man with slicked back and a suit and tie to match. "You guys did great! When the manager said he knew you guys were great, I was a bit skeptical but now I know what he was talking about! Sorry, where are my manners? I'm George Martin, a record producer at Apple."
Ringo choked and it took him a while before he could manage to get out, "The Apple? As in, Steve Jobs' Apple?"
Mr. Martin nodded and looked at the others. "Any more questions or things to say?"
George pointed at his tie and frowned. "I don't like your tie. Not sure I want to work with a guy that has plaid ties."
Mr. Martin went silent for a moment, staring quietly at George through small eyes, suddenly making George regret what he had to say. But the man laughed before anyone could star saying sorry.
"Good one!" he said with a smirk. "I like the humor on you guys. Here's my card so you guys can call when you get the chance."
With that, he gave Paul his card and turned around with an air of sophistication and accomplishment. Paul looked at the card in his hand, turning it over again and again in his hand.
"This amazing," he gasped with wide eyes. No one could disagree. "But I feel like I know this name from somewhere. Maybe M—"
Brian ran over to them with a worried look on his face as he kept turning to look behind them, Jane following right behind.
"What happened Brian? Paul didn't mess up . . . I think," John added, getting a quick glare from Paul.
"I'm sure you want to want to get away from those guys," Brian answered with a jerk of the head toward a group of bulk men that's instruments looked more like pretty weapons than anything else.
"Yeah, you guys can deal with this . . . oh, look my wife's calling," Buddy finished awkwardly (as his phone didn't even buzz) and sped off in the opposite direction of the men.
"I'd call him a weakling but those guys don't look like they're here to talk things out," Stuart murmured, his pale face getting even paler. "See you when you aren't trying to be killed. Good luck, Jane!"
He also ran off in the direction Buddy took, quickly catching up to the latter.
The four left looked at the menacing group that were now glaring at them. If only looks could kill, the poor boys would be nothing but moptopped dust.
"Think running would be a good enough for the last thing we do on Earth?" John asked with one last warily glance at the men. The other three quickly nodded, ready to leave with all their body parts.
"I'll see you later, Jane. Good luck with your show!" Paul shouted as they ran toward the back exit. Not too long after, the burly men caught on and started to chance after them.
"What am I going to do with him?" Jane asked herself with a smile tugging at the side of her lips. Brian overheard her and gave her a small hug.
"Just continue to tell yourself you love him even with all the craziness and I think you two will be just fine."
A/N: Only one left. *faints and wakes up weeks later* But don't worry, I'll write one-shots on this anyways but yeah, I'm just going to miss this. In the meantime, continue being amazing as usual.
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