She found Paul having a smoke on the front porch and decided to plop down next to him.
He regarded her with a nod of his head and a brief smile “Fag?”
She shook her head “No thanks”
Paul shrugged. Silence starched on. She waited for him to say something but instead he just stared ahead. What? She couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head. Was she supposed to say something or was this a quiet moment? Why must everything be so dramatic….
Sighing she decided to stop thinking. “where’s John at?” she sat down next to Paul and planted her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands, turning to look at him.
“Ah,.” Paul flicked his cigarette butt out, his dark hair wafted slightly “Dunno. Out somewhere. I think Peter wanted his help for Fred’s party”
“Oh yeah” Gabrielle nodded grinning “Which will entail plenty of booze and strippers at the local pub, I guess”
“Yup” Paul grinned “My two favorite things”
Gabby giggled “Oh, god” she pulled her scarf tighter around her face as the wind blew a bit harder.
“Cold?” Paul asked
She shot him a look “What do you think. OF course I am. Fucking hell, it’s nearly summer. It shouldn’t be this cold”
Paul held his arm out for her to crawl under. She nodded and scooted over, letting him drape his arm around her. He pulled out a carton of Ciggies and lit another one.
“How’s songwriting”
“Good” he nodded “We came up with a brilliant tune the other day. Just no words.”
“Gear” she muttered leaning her head heavily against Paul’s chest. She yawned and he rubbed her back comfortingly
“Are you tired?” he asked. Gabrielle was struck with a sudden feeling of being mothered… or fathered in this case. How odd.
“A bit” she nodded “I’ve not slept in a day I think. But it’s so fucken cold I doubt I’ll get any sleep tonight either”
“Want me to come sleep in your bed?” he asked innocently
She shrugged “I’ve got George in with me all ready.” she said, turning towards Paul a bit more. He pulled her in closer, leaning his head against the top of hers.
“Maybe we can have a party. How big is your bed?”
They giggled “Honestly Paul” she muttered
Peter and John came around the corner of the house then. Peter carrying Gabrielle’s camera. She couldn’t be bothered with yelling at him so she sighed in exasperation instead and shot the elder Harrison an annoyed look.
“Sorry Gabby” Peter said in a sing-song voice. He lifted her camera and snapped a picture of Gabrielle and Paul.
They made whining sounds in protest that only served to make Peter and John laugh.
“What time are we leaving?” Paul asked, John ambled over and plopped down next to his bandmate
“Eh, I dunno.” John shrugged “What do you think Harrison?”
“An hour maybe” Peter nodded, consulting his watch first “Will you be ready?”
“Sure” John nodded “Where’s Our idiot drummer? Is he coming?”
“Saw him chatting up one of the other bridesmaids,” Paul grinned “Marta I think ’er name was ”
Gabrielle pulled back to look at him “Marta? A in small breasted big hip-ed girl”
“Dark blonde hair too. Yeah” he nodded “Was wearing this giant frilly pink thing.”
“Oooh is our bird gonna be wearin’ a big frilly pink thing” John giggled
“Yeah” Gabby grinned
“Is it sexy?” Paul wanted to know
“Oh yes” she nodded “I’m sure it would look much better on you though Paulie”
“Fuck off” he giggled “Where’s George at?”
“He’s lost” said Pete, sniffing and crossing his arms
“Lost?”
“Eating actually” Gabrielle nodded “As usual… oh wait ‘ere he comes. Hallo Georgie Darlin!”
George who was just happening past the doorway looked out at the group “Oh hey. What time are leaving”
“Soon” said Peter. He trotted up the steps and whacked his younger brother on the shoulder as he passed the threshold “I’m gonna go have words with old Fredie boy. DO keep an eye on the troops”
