Fever

"Those birds aren't gonna let up anytime soon!" Ringo panted.

George and Ringo were running from fangirls in the pouring rain.

*

It all started when George wanted some Jelly Babies earlier that day. He didn't want to disturb Paul because him and John were busy writing a song. Luckily, Ringo was glad to leave the cramped hotel rooms. They left almost immediatley.

Once they left they left the store they were confronted by shrieks from girl and cold, hard rain.

*

There was only one thing the two men could do to get away safely. They exchanged looks and checked their pockets, after they took off their jackets and threw them back. Girls clawed each other for the jackets, ripping them to shreds.

Both sighed in relief as they picked up some speed. As they entered the hotel, they were soaked to the bone. They dripped and splashed as they got to their rooms.

George sneezed as he opened the door.

"George! You're soaking wet!" Paul went over to George and started unbuttoning his drenched shirt. "What happened?"

"Well I wanted some jelly babies, see, and it started raining hard and fangirls were everywhere." George explained as Paul slid his shirt off and put on a hanger to dry.

Paul went back to George, placing a hand on his forehead, "You're a bit warm. " Paul let his fingers glid down to George's hips.

"Well, I don't want you to get sick!" George tried to get away but Paul had a tight grip on his hips.

Paul kissed George gentley.

"Paul!"

"S'okay, I got a good imune system." Paul placed his hands on George's belt buckle, just letting his hands linger there for a bit. But before he could do anything, Geoge put his hands over Paul's.

"I think I should do this, I'm afraid ya just might pounce me or somethin'." George joked. It was as if George could read Paul's mind.

Paul sat on a bed, watching George strip down to nothing. George's face turned a bit red, as he rumaged through his suitecase.

Knock Knock

George quickened at getting dressed as Paul answered the door. It was John and Ringo. George walked up beside Paul, buttoning up a new shirt.

John shot George a cold look and looked back to Paul. "Ringo's sick." John spat out the words.

"So is George." Paul said giving George a sympethetic look.

"Well, maybe we could just stay in the same room." Ringo proposed.

John lit up at the very idea. "Alright then, you can stay here with George," John gentley pushed Ringo inbetween Paul and George. "And Macca can come stay with me." John left for what seemed like a second and came back with Ringo's suitcase, throwing it to him.

Paul was reluctant, but got his suitecase from behind his bed. As he left he gave George a sly smile and wink.