Out of Your Shell, pt. 8 Part Eight
Julia, still tired from being up late from the previous night is finishing her shower.  She jumps out and gets dressed feeling ready to start what seems to be so far a good day.  She walks downstairs to find John, George, and Ringo all watching TV.

"Good morning," she says to them while pouring herself some fresh-squeezed orange juice.

"I suppose you slept well?" George says noticing her good mood.

"Yeah, like a baby," she tells him.

"Yeah, I guess Jeanna and Paul sure can sleep too, it's noon already!" Ringo says.

"I think I'll go wake Jeanna." Julia says.

"Me too me too!!" John says in a childlike voice while raising his hand as if in school.

  As Julia starts to go upstairs, the other 3 follow.

Julia goes to Jeanna's door, knocks, but gets no answers.

She opens it to reveal an empty bed that appears it hasn't been slept in. Wondering what's going on they just stand there looking at each other.

     Meanwhile, back in Paul's room Jeanna and Paul had just woke up.

"Morning," Jeanna said.

"Morning to you," Paul says smiling, both of their cheeks turning slightly pink.

     Back at Jeanna's room, the other four suddenly hear voices coming from across the hall, and all stand staring at Paul's door.

     Being inquisitive as they are they all scramble over to see. Hearing the scurry Jeanna hurriedly jumps up and grabs her robe, but it's too late.  She looks up and finds herself staring back into the faces of the four bewildered friends.  Feeling panicked and her face turn pale as if she had seen a ghost. She is speechless, there are no words to explain what she is doing.  She then follows their gaze to see Paul in bed under the blankets with his bare chest showing.

"Well, what are we all gawking at?  Let them have some privacy people." George orders as he slams the door shut.

Julia enraged and upset that Jeanna would do something like this turns on her heel and starts to storm off.  As she walks by Jeanna's room, she looks inside and stops when she notices a mysterious piece of paper on the floor, she goes and picks it up wondering what it could be.

     She opens it to find a letter that justifies her suspicions.  Thinking the letter was from Paul, she crushes it in her hand just like Jeanna had to Julia's heart and walks away very infuriated that she put herself in this situation and locks herself in her room.

      She lies in her bed and starts to cry, to think she had thought today would be a good day.

"I'm such a fool," she cries aloud. How could I ever think life could be good? she thinks to herself.  She lay there crying and hugging her pillow feeling the need to hold on to something, wishing she had someone to talk to.

        Suddenly she hears a knock at the door, thinking it's Jeanna she yells.

"GO AWAY!!"  Julia sniffles.

"Open the door, Julia, it's me, I want to talk to you." She hears John's voice call out.

She slowly drags herself up from bed, straightens her hair, walks over and unlocks the door.

     Julia lingers back over to the bed and plops down hopelessly.

"Are you all right luv?" John asks her.

"No, do I look all right to you?" she asks in a sarcastic tone.

"No, you don't.  Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not really.  I wanna go home," she tells him.

"Listen Julia, I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this." He says knowing that's not true.

"Oh yeah, wanna try me?" she says in a challenging voice.

"Well, um, maybe, uh, I don't know, but I'm sure there is one," he says trying to convince her.

"I don't think so, I just think I have a backstabbing bitch for a friend." she says hostily.

"Come on, you don't really feel that way." He tries to tell her, knowing he feels the same about Paul now.

"How the hell would you know?"

"What do you mean how would I know, you think I'm not a little skeptical of this whole situation, I just think you should give her a chance to explain." John tells her.

"Well, don't you think if it was a mistake that she'd be in here by now?" Julia asks in a convincing tone.

     Meanwhile back in Paul's room.....

   Jeanna extremely upset, pacing across the room as if a criminal on trial awaiting her judgment.  Paul stands up slowly and walks up to Jeanna.

     Reaching to touch her shoulder and says.... "Listen I'm really sorr..."  cut off quickly by Jeanna who violently jerks away. 

"Please don't, Paul, enough has already happened." she says regretfully. 

"Listen I didn't mean for this to happen, I mean it's..."  Paul tries to say before getting cut off once again. 

"No one meant for this to happen, especially me.  It wasn't supposed to happen this way!" Jeanna says resentfully.  No words were exchanged for a good 4 minutes.

"Sorry but I have to go."  Jeanna says.  Turns and quietly walks away to her room without looking back.

     Back at Julia's room......

     John just stands there dumbfounded, what can he say to that?

"That's what I thought.  I need a cigarette." Julia says as she digs in her pocket for her lighter.  She feels a paper in her pocket, and remembers the letter.

"Oh, do wanna see how much of a misunderstanding this is?" She says as she pulls out the letter.

"Try to explain this letter I found in her room from him!!" she says.

     He takes the letter with a confused look on his face, opens it and realization spreads across his face.

"Yeah, see, I know what I see!" Julia yells as she starts crying again.

"Hmm, this is interesting." John said.

"WHAT!?  How could you say it's  interesting? Julia says, shocked.

"Well, I didn't know Paul was such a copy catter," he says smirking.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, confused.

"Well, this looks just like a letter that I wrote, even looks like the same pen, he must have stolen it and copied it exactly!" He says clapping his hands together mocking a detective.

"I'm still not getting what you're saying, John." Julia says, still confused.

"Julia, if I tell you a secret, can you promise me you won't say a word to anyone?"

"Sure, what is it?" she asks anxiously.

"I wrote this letter to her, it was from me," he said while holding up the letter in question.

"You wrote it?" she asks skeptically.

"Yes, I wrote it.  So you see, there probably is an explanation for all of this." He tried to convince her, and himself.

"It's probably just some sort of misunderstanding," he states

OR IS IT?..............

Part Nine

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