Meet The Beatles Ch.2

We arrived at Disneyland in seemingly no time at all. "I don't think those disguises are going to work, guys," Nadia said to the boys.
"What are you talkin' about? It's fine!" Paul disagreed.
"I don't know about that." She pointed to some girls who were pointing at us and whispering amongst themselves.
"Let's move somewhere less crowded," I suggested.
"Good idea," Sadie agreed.
"Yeah, I wanna ride a rollercoaster!" Nadia said eagerly. "Who wants to join me?!"
"Not me!" George responded immediately.
"How come you're scared, Curious George?" she teased.
"I'm queasy."
"Does anyone have the guts to go on a rollercoaster with me?" Nadia challenged.
"I'll go," Ringo volunteered. He grabbed Paul by the shirt-collar. "And you're coming with me."
Paul looked like he was going to protest. "Ok, let's go, you guys," Nadia said excitedly.
"See ya!" John called, waving.


***Nadia's P.O.V.***
I put an arm over Paul's shoulder. "Scared, baby-face?" I taunted.
"What?! No, of course not!" Paul objected.
"I doubt that," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "I bet you'll scream as loud as your fan girls."
He gave me a look. "What, wanna bet?" I asked.
He narrowed his eyes. "Fine."
"Ok, what do you wanna bet?"
"Lady's choice."
"If I win the bet, you have to take off your disguise and run around the whole theme park screaming your name," I said smugly.
"Are you serious."
"Yeah, and if you win, it's your choice. I like surprises." I winked at him.
He raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Let's go."
"Ok then."
We got on the rollercoaster and sat down. "Have fun," Paul said politely.
"You bet I will, but I don't know about you."
"What do you mean by THAT?"
"Well, figuring that I know you're going to lose the bet, and get chased or maybe even raped by girls," I answered promptly.
I snickered as Paul glowered at me. "Ah, well, we'll find out in a moment," I said as the ride started.
"You scared yet?" I queried, grinning mischievously.
"No," he pouted.
The rollercoaster went higher, then dropped. "Scared yet?!" I yelled over the other screams.
He held onto the rail for dear life, not answering. "Scaredy-cat," I said teasingly, sticking my tongue out at him as the roller coaster started doing flips and loops.
"I so regret this," Paul sighed.



***Vicki's P.O.V.***
"Did you guys have fun?" I asked as Nadia, Paul, and Ringo got off the rollercoaster.
"I can't believe he won the bet," Nadia sulked. "Alright, what do you want me to do, Paul?"
"You owe me a kiss," he answered, making a kissy-face.
She kissed him on the lips. "Happy?" she laughed.
"Paul and Nadia, sittin' in a tree," I teased, sticking my tongue out at them.
Nadia narrowed her eyes. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Vicki," she threatened.
I blew a raspberry at her and hid behind John. "Hiding behind John won't help, Vicki, I can kick his ass, too," she warned.
John raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"
"You heard me, Lemon."
"Lemon?!"
"Does that BOTHER you?"
"Yes, frankly, it does," he replied, walking over and jabbing her in the ribs.
"Ouch, that hurt SOOO much. Now I'm gonna turn you into lemonade," she teased.
"We should get back to the hotel," Alana suggested quickly.
"Yeah, so I can beat up John," Nadia said cheerfully.
Without a word, John stalked off.



"So, do you want me to kick your ass in my room, or yours?" Nadia asked John as we arrived in front of our suites.
"Neither. Go flirt with baby-face," was his response.
"But that's not as fun!" she whined.
"Too bad."
"Fine," she pouted. Her mood taking a quick about-face, she asked George, "Hey, George, can I play your guitar?"
"Sure," he answered.
She picked up the guitar and began singing "Johnny B Good". "Go, Johnny, go, go, Johnny, go, Johnny B Good!"
John sat down on the bed, ignoring her. I sat down on his lap playfully. "Shame, shame," Nadia said.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," she answered smoothly as she sat down beside Paul.
He gave her a suspicious look. "What?" she asked, innocently batting her eyelashes. "I'm not doing anything."
"Not yet, you aren't."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're up to something."
"Don't be ridiculous, I wouldn't do anything with you, baby-face, you're too little for it," she joked, pinching his cheek.
"I think you're kind of pushing it, Nadia," Sadie warned.
Paul turned bright red. "Aww, I think baby-face is about to say his first words," Nadia continued, ignoring her friend's advice.
Poor Paul looked like he was about to explode. Everyone began roaring with laughter. "He's gonna blow!" I giggled.
"Don't worry, I'll save ye!" John laughed, grabbing me from behind.
Paul stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Crap, I'll handle this," Nadia said, following him.
***Nadia's P.O.V.***
"I'm sorry, Paul," I apologized, grabbing him. "Please forgive me."
"Why should I?" he demanded bitterly.
I kissed him on the lips. He blushed.
"That's why," I said playfully.
"….Ok."
"That's not a yes," I pointed out, kissing him again.
"Ok, yes."
"Good boy," I laughed. I turned around to see John peeking out from behind the door, snickering. He ducked back into the room. I went into the room. "Ok, now I'm really gonna kick your ass, John," I said.
"Not if Ringo protects me," he replied, using Ringo as a shield.
I gently pushed Ringo aside and tackled him, pinning him down on the floor. "I'm gonna turn you into lemonade!"
"That's getting old."
"Like your face!" I responded as I kicked him in a place that should never be kicked and ran away.
***Vicki's P.O.V.***
"Errr….." I said blankly as Nadia fled back to our room.
"Awkward…" Sadie agreed as John writhed around on the floor.