Chapter 3

Am I sick?

Violet's POV

I blinked my eyes, but they refused to open. I heard the dang clock ticking. I sat up straight, and fluttered my eyes open. Everything went a little blurry, but I could make out the shapes of stuff. I scanned the room until I saw her. I fixed my eyes on Ella.

"E-Ella?" I stuttered.

"Mm? Oh my God! Violet, I think your sick. You passed out after you drank that tea. Maybe the tea you had was old. So when I thought that, I checked the boxs and they're over the expiration date so I threw them away." Ella rambled on.

"I...I feel...drowsy. I'm sorry....Ella. How long do.....do you think I'll be sick?" I said. Then I had a coughing fit.

"Perhaps...tomorrow and the day after?" Ella answered, staring down at her red painted finger nails.

"Oh no, I won't be able to see The Beatles perform!" I slap my hand.

"Oh......I could stay here with you and just skip seeing th-"

"No," I pause, "You go on...with out me. I can get to see them, maybe later." I said. I didn't want her to have to stay back all because of me.

"Really?" she gave a pained look at me.

I slowly shook my head, up and down, up and down. A small smile crept on her face. I felt so sad on the inside. I really want to go, but I'm sick and I need to rest. Ella hugged me and started going at what she should wear and how she could put her hair up and stuff.

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Ringo's POV

I was pacing back and forth, hopping my mate wasn't eaten alive by a pack of wolves with lipstick and blonde hair. Why wasn't John back by now? I heard the door squeak open.

"John?" I called out.

"Yes?" John replied.

"John! What do yah think you were doing out there? Brian called and-"

"What'd you tell him?" John asked as he hung his coat up on the coat rack.

I momentarily paused and looked at the celling. I tapped his foot as I scowled at no one. My eyes darted to him and I gave a nasty glared.

"What does it matter, John? We told him you went out! And he said he'd come over if he wasn't getting his hair cut! He got bloody mad, too." I nearly yelled.

"Poor Brian. Tsk tsk. Did he yell at you?" John sat down on the couch.

"Yes,  he called me an unresponsible man. And if we lost you...well, I hung up before he started to curse." I stated.

John got up and looked at me.

"I'm a man, Ringo. I'm not going to die from the voice of some screaming perso-"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk!" a high pitched scream made me and John jump and scream.

"What da?" John said.

"Fans!" I muttered.

I ran to the window and closed the blinds. They follow us everywhere. I made sure the door was looked (along with every other door and window) before I sat down. John had left the living room already. I sigh and watch the telly.