I've Just Seen A Face

I almost went out of my mind with missing George. I marked my calendar counting the days till he came back. One night as I was getting home from Emily’s, George called. We said our hellos.
“I’ve missed you,” he said to me.
“Same here,” I replied, “So when exactly are you guys coming back?”
“That’s one of the reasons I called. We’re planning on leaving Tuesday morning (it was Sunday), so we should be there sometime Tuesday evening.” I couldn’t wait. We continued to talk until George had get off the phone. Monday seemed to drag on forever, but eventually Tuesday came and just as George had told me they arrived at my place around 8pm. As soon as they entered my apartment John plopped himself on my couch. Paul plopped next to him, and Ringo took the chair. George walked over to me and gave me a nice hello kiss.
“Guys a little tired?” I asked looking at John.
“Yes, very much,” he replied, resting his head.
“And I’ve got bad jet lag,” Paul complained. When George walked in I noticed he had what looked like a record. I was curious to find out what it was. I didn’t think they had make a new record, but I didn’t know for sure.
“What’s that George?” I asked pointing. He looked down at the object in his hand.
“Oh this?” It’s for you actually,” he said and handed it to me. Sure enough it was a record, and on the front there was a little note which read as follows:

Olivia,
I know we have only been together for about 2 months, but I feel so much for you. I think I’m falling in love with you…

At this point I looked up at him. He was smiling.
“Keep reading,” he said nodding towards the record. I looked back at the note.

I’m not very good at expressing my feelings through direct words. I think it’s because I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and so I don’t really know what to say. During this tour (where I thought about you constantly), I tried to think of a way to let you know how I feel and this is what I came up with…

Love, George
P.S. I hope you like it.
I opened up the record case and removed the record. I looked at the others. They were just watching, not really paying attention because they were tired. I looked back down at the record in my hand. All it said was “Something”. I went over to my record player and put in the record. From it came the most beautiful and touching lyrics:

“Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don’t need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
Don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

You’re asking me will my love grow,
I don’t know, I don’t know.
You stick around now it may show,
But I don’t know, I don’t know.”

I looked over at George with tears in my eyes (I am a sucker when it comes to emotions). This was so sweet. He came over next to me and held my hand. I felt awkward with the others there, but by now they weren’t even paying attention at all. I think Paul might’ve been sleeping.

“Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me,
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.”

After the song ended I leaned over and gave George a kiss to let him know that I like it. The kiss didn’t last long.
“C’mon guys, not here,” John said suddenly awake. I guess he was paying attention. George and I stopped after that. We sat around for a few minutes because no one knew really what to say.
“We should call your friends and go back to the hotel,” John suggested. He looked over at Paul who was sound asleep. He smacked him. Paul jumped awake. He looked at John, made an evil face, and turned over to go back to sleep.
“Hey Paul,” John smacked him again, “Olivia’s going to call her friends and then we’re all going to go back to the hotel.” With that Paul was wide-awake and sitting up normal. A little excited for Brittany? Ringo sat quiet. I don’t think he cared either way.
“Seriously?” I asked John. He looked at me as if I was stupid and nodded. I got up and walked to the telephone next to Ringo. He smiled and I smiled back. I dialed Brittany’s number.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Hey Brittany, it’s Olivia,” I said.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Well, The Beatles are here right now and they want to know if you and the other girls want to join me and them at their hotel.” I said looking over at John and Paul.
“Right now?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Why are you busy?”
“No, not at all! Where do you want me to go?”
“How about you call the other two and head on over to my place…”
“Sounds awesome! Be right there.” She said excitedly hanging up. It was about 15 minutes before they all arrived at my apartment. After they got there, we all piled in the car and went over to The Beatles’ Hotel. We sat around doing the usual; watching TV and talking. Paul and Brittany were flirting up a storm as usual. I tried not to pay attention. After an hour or so, Brian came in to tell us ‘the boys’ needed about a half-hour by themselves to read some fan mail. He didn’t want them to be distracted. We went into a room a couple rooms down. We all sat down.
“So…” Brittany started.
“So what?” I asked.
“How’s it going with Georgie?”
“Fine. I’m actually really happy with the way things are right now.”
“Cool,” she said, “so… are you over Paul then?” I didn’t want anyone to know about my feelings for Paul, so I lied.
“Yes, why?”
“Oh I don’t know…” she had a weird look on her face.
“Do you like him or something?” I asked. She smiled shyly.
“Yeah, kinda. He’s so hot!” Oh great. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t of lied.
“Brittany! What about poor Micky!?” Emily asked.
“Who cares about Micky. Paul’s better.” Sara said. I don’t know if I mentioned this earlier, but ever since Sara and Micky broke up they’ve hated each other. I still don’t understand why. Obviously they liked something in each other if they were dating at one time. Brittany glared at Sara.
“I care about Micky. I wish you would stop hating him. And Emily, I never said I was going to dump Micky. I just think Paul’s hot.” Emily squinted her eyes at Brittany.
“Oh knock it off Emily,” Brittany snapped. Emily stopped immediately.
“So you’re not going to do anything…are you?” I asked hoping her answer was no.
“No probably not. I love my Micky.” She said, “But who cares anyway. I have an idea.” She said.
“Oh no…” Emily said.
“Shut up Emily,” Brittany snapped again.
“What’s your idea?” Sara asked.
“Okay. We’re are going to play…Truth or Dare!” I groaned. I hated playing this game. Last time I played with Brittany, I had to put whipped cream on my neck, chest, stomach, and leg. It was worse, because each Monkee had to pick a spot and lick off the whipped cream. Uhh, that was horrible.
“What Olivia? You’re going to play no matter what,” She said in a sort of threatening voice, “Plus it will be more fun because it’s with The Beatles.”
“Fine.” I agreed hoping I wouldn’t have to do anything that involved whipped cream and Beatles’ mouths.
“Okay, we’ll start off with Sara. Truth or dare?” Without really thinking, Sara said truth. She wasn’t a dare type of person. I don’t think anyone was when it came to Brittany asking the question.
“Ah, you suck. Truths aren’t fun.” Brittany whined, “Um, why do you hate Micky so much?”
“I don’t know. Everything I guess. He’s so skinny, and he’s stupid NOT funny, and his nose is flat and-”
“Okay!” Brittany shouted, “holy crap. First of all, your boyfriend is way more skinny than mine. Second of all, Micky IS funny. Third of all, yes he does have a flat nose, but it’s cute.” Brittany said back. Sara made a “yuck, whatever” face. Brittany glared.
“Whatever. Emily, truth or dare?” Sara continued.
“Um, dare…”
“I dare you… to say shit,” Emily’s eyes got huge.
“No! I can’t!” she squealed. Sara and Brittany laughed.
“Emily you have to or else you’ll have to chicken out and then we’ll just make you say bigger words like fu-” Brittany said.
“Ah! Okay, okay!” Emily said interrupting Brittany, “okay…shit,” immediately she covered her mouth with her hands. They laughed even more. Poor Emily.
“You guys stop it,” she whined, “Olivia, truth or dare?”
“Emily you’re such a whuss.” Brittany commented. Emily gave her a look. Figuring Emily wouldn’t do anything horrible, I chose dare. Mistake. Emily couldn’t think of anything so she passed it to Brittany. She smiled evilly. I made a face.
“Olivia, I dare you to go into The Beatles’ room and turn on the radio,” not bad so far I thought, “then, you have to do an extremely sexy dance. Like a stripper, only you’re not stripping. Unless of course you want to.” She smirked. I just stared at her, not finding humor in it, “And during this ‘sexy dance’, you have to go to each Beatle and give them their own little version.” I opened my mouth to argue but she was quicker.
“Go Olivia, now,” she ordered. I began to leave.
“Oh yeah, and you can’t tell them of course what this is,” she added. Without saying anything I left the room. ‘I can’t believe I am going to do this’ I thought as I walked down the hall. I prayed Brian would be in there. I knocked and opened the door. No such luck. Paul was sitting on the floor in pj pants, Ringo was laying to his right with George sitting on his left. John was lying on George’s left. No Brian. When I walked in they all stopped and looked up at me.
“Hey Olivia,” George said.
“Hey guys,” I said dreading this.
“Do you need something, cuz we’re not quite done yet.” George said trying not to sound rude.
“Um, no, I just…” how was I going to do this?
“You what?” John asked.
“Well, I have been working on something for a while, and I want to show you to get your opinions on…” I said and walked over to the radio. I turned it on. ‘American Woman’ by The Guess Who was just starting. Perfect. I walked back to the middle of the room. The Beatles were looking at each other puzzled. Embarrassingly, I started to dance ‘sexy’. Like Brittany had told me I went to each of the Beatles and gave them their own little dance. Not to sound full of myself, but they seemed to enjoy it (more so John and Paul I think). But then again, they would with any girl so I wasn’t that special. However it still made me feel good to know that I was one of the many girls who met their “look” standards. I got through George, Ringo, and Paul, but by the time I had gotten to John I felt way to weird to continue. Plus George didn’t like the fact that I was dancing for the others and asked me what this was all about. John looked disappointed when I left him and shut off the music.
“Okay…wow,” I started. I looked at them all staring at me, and even though it was a good stare, I turned bright red with humiliation. Why did I just do that? I always though Truth or Dare was a stupid game. You don’t really have to do any of the stuff you’re dared to. So why did I do it? I have no idea.
“Um, what was that?” George asked rather shocked.
“Yeah, and why did you stop at me?” John asked. George shot him a look.
“Um, Brittany had the bright idea of playing stupid Truth or Dare. And, well, this was my dare. I didn’t want to do it, but you know Brittany…” I said.
“You still play that game?” Paul asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Like I said, it was Brittany’s idea.” I remembered Brittany’s little confession earlier about Paul. At that moment I was glad I did this. Hopefully it would take his mind off of Brittany for awhile.
“Oh,” was all he said.
“I’m so sorry you guys. I know you were working, and I feel so incredibly stupid and embarrassed. I’ll go so you can finish,” I said turning to leave.
“Don’t feel stupid, it was really good,” John said. They all nodded.
“Yeah, you wanted our opinions right? Well, I say a job very well done, very well done.” Paul said.
“Me too,” said Ringo and George. I smiled shyly.
“Thanks guys,”
“We’ll be done soon,” George said. I nodded. Once they got done, we all went in the same room again and talked some more. Brittany, Sara, and Emily went home, but I decided to spend the night with George. We stayed up kissing and doing our usual kissing and such, until about 12:30/1am. After that we were tired and cuddled up close to go to sleep. Right now, I was the happiest I had been in a long time.

On to Chapter 11