Paige-Paige

Chapter 1

 

"Wake up, John!  The light's been green for almost five minutes!"  Paul hiccuped from the passenger's seat.

 

"Argh!  Justfivemoreminutes," John mumbled and shifted his head on the steering wheel.  He had moved onto the car's horn, and it blared loudly.

 

"Huh?!  What the hell!?" John sat bolt up-right and hit the gas.  Hard.

 

"I agree with the walrus!" Ringo said enthusiastically, making no sense at all, and plastered to the cack seat next to a passed-out George.

 

"Whatever sets the bird to a moon and relish lance!" mumbled George, still asleep on the back seat.

 

Later: 

 

"Who has the bloody f***ing key?" John said loudly.  All four of them were standing at the front door of their flat.  Ringo tried to shrug, but almost dropped Geroge on account he was trying to support him. 

 

"I don't remeber!" Paul whined, harshly knocking on their own front door.  No one answered obviously because no one was home.  And of course that was because they were all still trying to get in. 

 

Suddenly, John puts a key into the lock, and the door opens easily.

 

"Where did you get that?" Ringo slurred.

 

"My pocket," John said as they entered the house.

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Octavian: I don't get it.

Paige: What don't you get?

Octavian: The whole thing!

Paige: *sigh* Well they all-

Octavian: All who?

Paige: Honestly!  John, George, Ringo, and Paul.

Octavian: Oh...

Paige: Well all four of them are coming home from some sort of party and they're throughly drunk. 

Octavian: But I still don't get it, Paige!

Colton: OCTAVIAN!  SHUT UP!

Paige: Oh, hello, Colton!  I didn't know you were here!

Colton: Well, I was trying to listen and be quiet, but Octavian here was being so obnoxious, that I just...I just...ARGH!

Paige: Ok.  Well as I was saying-

Octavian: I STILL don't get it!

Paige: OCTAVIAN AUGUSTUS!  SHUT UP THIS INSTANT OR I"LL STOP TELLING THE STORY!

Octavian:  Yes Ma'am! (obviously trying to hide his laughter.  Paige ignored him.  Colton rolled his eyes)

Paige: As I was saying...

~~

"Goodnight...uh...um..." John said to Paul.

 

"Paul, John!  My name is Paul!" he said too quickly for John's liking.

 

"Goodnight, Paul-John," John finished and dragged to his room.

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Octavian: Ooooh!  How amusing so far!  Gotta love it (sarcastically)

Paige: Octavian!  I told you to keep your trap shut!

Octavian: Oh, yeah.

Colton: (mocking voice) Oh, yeah.

~~

"Brrrr...Where am I?  Paul dreamed.  It feels weird in here.  It felt like it was raining in his room.  He was dreaming, but didn't like it.  He sat up and felt something brush his shoulder. 

 

"Ringo?  What do you want?"  Paul asked, a worried expression on bot of their faces.

 

Suddenly Paul's headache appeared from the night before.  Everything was blurry.  Why doesn't Ringo feel like crap today?  Paul wondered.

 

"What do you want, Ringo?" Paul asked.

 

"Umm...Well, I don't really think..."

 

"What the hell do you want already?!" Paul was getting a little irritated.

 

~~

Octavian: A little?

Paige: Yes.  A little.

Octavian: Really?

Paige: Fine. A lot!  Happy?

Octavian: Yes.

Colton: Stupid!

Octavian: Hey!

Colton: Well it's true!

Octavian: Yeah, you're right.

~~

"This isn't my room!  These aren't my hands!  This isn't even my..." Paul's voice got quiet.  "This isn't even my VOICE!" Paul scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom.  "It's JOHN'S!" Paul yelled. 

 

"Oh, no, no, no..." Ringo could hear Paul moaning from in front of the mirror.  Paul looked like John, sounded like John.  This isn't possible.  Paul thought.

 

"Ringo, what's going on?" 'Paul's' voice squeaked.

 

"Yeah, well that's the problem, um, Paul," Ringo came into the bathroom where Paul was poking at his face.  "I'm not really Ringo either.  I'm Geroge!"

 

"No way!" Paul turned to George.

 

"Don't be thick.  If you're...John, then how come I bloody can't be someone else?"

 

 

"Yeah, well I guess you're right there, George.  Maybe we should go see the others then?" Paul exited the bathroom and headed for George's real room.

 

"Wake up!"  Paul looked over at Geroge.  "Ringo?!" Paul practically yelled.

 

"Huh?  What's going on?!"  George's body sat up in bed.  "What whois is this?   Why does he look like me?"  RIngo asked Paul, now both were fully awake.

 

"Well you're not exactly who you think you are, either!Get up and take a look in the mirror!"  George said crossly.  Ringo did so and they cold hear him in the bathroom.

 

"Oooh.  Listen to me pretty voice!"  Ringo sang a scale.  Ringo came back out of the bathroom and smiled broadly. 

 

"Don't rub it in," George scowled.

 

"Ok, let's go wake John," Paul added before things got out of hand.

 

"Fine," George shot Ringo an annoyed glance.  "Let's go." 

 

Onward MARCH!

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