"Paul, next Christmas, can you call me at least two days in advance before you go off and do something crazy like this?" Dot shouted from the kitchen.

I nodded and nearly slapped myself in the head because I knew she couldn't see me from here. I still continued to put up the nutcrackers along with giving George another thick blanket.

"Sorry, it was kind of forced on me last minute," I answered back.

The poor kid's forehead was as hot as a heater but he continued to say that he was freezing.

"I really doubt that, McCartney," Dot replied.

I held back a laugh and went into the kitchen to get the medicine for George. And also steal a tangerine from Dot but the smack on the head was well worth the trouble.

"Do you think you'll be up to the party tonight, Georgie?" I asked him, handing over the cough medicine he needed. He noticeably paled but took it with shaky hands.

"Not really but I'll still get presents, right?" he asked with a big amount of hope.

I snickered and wiped away the sweat gathering at the fringe of his hair.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, unless Santa doesn't like sick kids. Then you better get to work with that medicine."

George's eyes got wide like plates and he picked up the little cup and gulped it down in a second only to stick his tongue out in utter disgust.

"Why can't we get better tasting cough medicine?"

"Because there's no such thing. Does your throat feel any better?"

He shook his head, sneezing all the while and I had to duck as the germs went around.

"Thanks for trying to get me sick," I muttered and got out of my not so discreet hiding spot behind the couch.

"No problem. Then you'd be stuck here under dozens of blankets with me," George groaned and hid in the blankets to get some warmth.

I walked into the kitchen again and gave Dot a hug. She pushed me away but I pouted and gave her a hug again and tickled her too.

"Hey! I'm still mad at you, and you should know that!"

I held my hands up in shock and looked around.

"What did I do? I don't remember any—"

"That tangerine was supposed to go to the ham, Paul."

"How? What was—"

"You're not allowed to ask anymore. I'm still mad at you."

And she turned her back on me to work once again on the food, which made me bored since George was probably one step away to a day of sleep.

"Oh, I forgot to say. Brian called to see what's going on. Two guys apparently looking for you."

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. Hopefully John didn't get bored and try climbing the building like Spiderman or something weirder. Definitely something weirder.

"What time did he call?" I asked quickly. She tapped her foot for a while in thought and I had to applaud her for getting back at me. Later though, because we were kind of running on borrowed time before things happened.

"Not too long ago. Maybe around the time you were talking to George I think."

"Alright, thanks for everything Dot," I told her, putting a little kiss on her cheek and went back into the living room to get George.

"Why do I have to come?" he asked groggily. I switched from one foot to another in impatience and looked at the time.

"Because Brian can't say no to you. He likes you more. Plus, you're sick. No one would say no to a poor little sick kid."

"It's not like I'm an orphan," George joked and finally got up but still took a quilt with him that I didn't remember giving him.

"Yeah, but he'd have no reason to say no now."

So we went out of our apartment and through the warm hallways to get down to the first floor where Brian lived. I knocked on the door a few times and waited as George continued to shiver. Finally it opened and Brian stepped out with a big smile.

"Merry Christmas, boys!" he said warmly and we both smiled, though George sniffled a bit.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Brian. About the two people outside, I—"

"Oh, it's taken care of, Paul." I probably looked freaked out because he laughed a little and put a hand on my shoulder. "They should be somewhere around here."

"Alright. How'd you know they actually knew me?"

He laughed at that and George managed a confused look.

"What's so funny, Brian?" he rasped out. It only made Brian laugh a bit more.

"When one of them said that when he first met Paul, his nose was in his studies. Like you usually do."

"Hey, I don't study all the time! I can be laid back!" I argued irritably.

"I highly doubt that. Don't you, John?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"I agree with that. Just doesn't sound like something he would do," another familiar voice said.

The two came out from behind one of the plants behind us and smiled wildly. Ringo tipped his hat with a wink and John sprang straight at me and tackled me to the ground.

"Merry Christmas, Macca!" John shouted in my ear and hugged me tight as I was sprawled on the ground thanks to him. I tried to push him off but he continued to tighten his grip until I was pinned to the ground by an overexcited child-like guy.

"Can you please get up?" I asked lamely. He frowned and rolled his eyes.

"You're supposed to say 'Merry Christmas to you too'!"

"Okay, fine. Merry Christmas to you too, John!" I told him and tried to push him off one last time. He merely put his glasses on my face and gets up.

"That's all I wanted. C'mon, let's go!"

He helped me up and everything but I still felt like I was going to fall down or crash into something, which made him help me out till we got back to my apartment instead of just taking his glasses back.

"How did George get sick?" Ringo asked quietly as he almost literally carried George through the halls.

"I don't know. It might be the fact that he barely went out of the apartment," I told him plainly and tried looking at my own hands, which looked like bloated sausages that were way too close to my face.

"How's your eyesight, John?"

"Horrible and nearsighted! Why do you ask?"

"Uhh . . . no reason . . . no reason at all."

By the time we got back to Dot, George was asleep in Ringo's arms and I had a growing headache from the glasses while John was jumping up and down with excitement. I got my keys out of my pocket but when I tried to put it into the hole, I kept missing by miles.

"Oh come on Paulie, you had it the last time!" John encouraged with fits of laughter. I shoved the key in his direction and made him do it, which he did surprisingly well. I walked straight into the door, but at least I got inside.

"Hey, Dot! I'm back with a couple of friends!"

I heard something drop in the kitchen after I said that and I awaited the fight that might happen. Instead, Dot walked over and laughed wildly at us all.

"Aww, Paul, you leave for only five minutes and you already need glasses. And you got George all tired too."

She walked over in Ringo's direction, said a quick thank you to him and brought George back over to the couch.

"By the way," Dot said nicely. "I never got your names."

"I'm John," John said with a smile. "And this is Ringo, my faithful assistant."

"I'm not your assistant!"

"Very true . . . very true . . . you are my humble apprentice. How could I forget!"

"I'm not your apprentice either!"

Dot's face grew red with mirth and she waved a quick good bye to go back into the kitchen.

"Well . . . now we wait for our darling girls," John told Ringo as he took Ringo's hat.

"Wait, you never said you were going to bring other people," I said with a smirk, but on the inside I was wondering if Dot had enough food for a few more, even if she had extra because of George.

"You have your girlfriend, why can't we have ours?" John poked and put on Ringo's Santa hat that he took before.

Not too soon after George finally woke up, John and Ringo's girlfriends came up to join the party.

"Sorry we came so late, we had to get presents for little Georgie," Cynthia said with a big smile as she and Maureen held big bags filled to the top with stuff.

Instantly, George brightened and jumped away from Ringo's hold to see what they had.

"Cool! There's a giant teddy in here! Thanks Cynthia and Maureen," George shouted with a very George Harrison special smile and hugged them both. This wasn't going to be a bad Christmas at all.

A/N: Today will be full of just posting chapters and stuff . . . but dont expect updates to always be like this. Sorry, but it's just the truth. Now go on and review! Cookies await you there! And who knows, they may be the molasses kind.