I've Just Seen A Face

Chapter 12
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The tears just kept coming and I couldn’t get to sleep. The more I laid there the more I thought about tonight. I couldn’t figure out why he would do that. He, being Paul, may not know that I’m secretly falling in love (hence the phrase ‘secretly’) with him, but nevertheless he knew I had feelings for him. Plus, he himself said, and I quote, ‘I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I laid eyes on you,” and “I really like you Olivia. I have since I first saw you.” And he told me that he meant what he said, even if he was high. So if he knows I like him and he supposedly likes me, why would he go off and do this? Worse yet, he’s probably sleeping with her right now. More tears fell down my cheek as I tried to stop thinking. I just needed to go to sleep and forget about it, for the night anyway. I’m sure once I see him tomorrow everything that happened will just flood my mind again and I’ll break down (not like a nervous collapsing breakdown, but you know what I mean).
I don’t know how long I laid there crying before I heard a noise by the door. I moved my head up slightly to see it was the doorknob turning. I laid my head back down as George came quietly into the room. He didn’t turn any lights on, but I heard him changing out of his clothes and into his pjs. I felt him crawl into bed next to me and heard him whisper,
“Olivia, are you awake?” I contemplated whether or not I should answer him. I figured I better not take the chance that he would turn on the light and see me all red eyed from crying, so I lay still with no answer. He made a quiet noise and kissed me softly saying goodnight. Suddenly I became terribly angry with myself. I’m not being a girlfriend at all. Why the hell am I crying over someone (Paul) who doesn’t even care and that I’ll never have as mine, when I have the perfect man right next to me who, just admitted a few days ago that he loved me? And to be honest, a lot of times I feel like I’m falling for him. That would be worse. I’d be in love with George Harrison and Paul McCartney. Maybe that’s it. Maybe I am in love with both of them. Because if I didn’t love George at all, there would be no reason not to just dump him and go for Paul, since I have strong feelings for him. But I haven’t left George. And every time I begin leaning towards Paul I always try to push him away, as if deep down I know he’s nothing like me, and goes against many of my morals whereas George is closer to my personality. With this I was wide-awake. From now on, it’s George, and only George. He has feelings for me I have feelings for him. Paul: I love him, and he doesn’t love me. George doesn’t sleep around very much. Paul: sleeps around VERY much. George is quieter and keeps to himself. Paul: very outgoing. That’s it, no more Paul. No more staring and stealing glances at him, no more flirting, and no more falling for his charm. I was determined to get him out of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, my feelings for him were incredibly strong, but I needed to pick one of them, and since I had feelings for both I had to pick the one who was more compatible. It didn’t matter if I loved Paul more or not. It wouldn’t work. I suddenly became tired and fell asleep in 15 minutes (as Paul told me once, “It takes 15 minutes before a person is fully asleep”).

“Olivia, Olivia wake up…” I heard a voice saying. I opened my eyes to see 3 red numbers staring back at me. They read 6:00am. I groaned and turned to see George looking lovingly at me. This brought about a smile to my face. He shook me again softly.
“Wake up sleepy-head. We’ve got a plane to catch at 8:30am and we’re leaving at 7:30am,” George said as he kissed me good morning. It took a few minutes for me to wake up, (I don’t know exactly how long because Paul never told me that J) but eventually I got up and into the shower. I felt good, considering last night’s troubles. Even when I thought about it I just shrugged. I didn’t care. Or at least was trying hard not to. Today was a fresh new day. I was going to start over. No matter how cute Paul will look today (or everyday to come for that matter since there is never a day he’s not cute) I wasn’t going to think about him like that. When I got out of the shower no one was in the room, but I heard commotion next door. I decided just to finish getting ready before saying good morning to everyone. I was putting on my makeup when I saw movement of someone coming in the mirror. At first I couldn’t tell who it was but as he came closer I recognized Paul. Now we’ll see if I can actually do this. He was wearing just a white dress shirt with a tie not yet in it’s place and the first 4 buttons were unbuttoned revealing some of his chest. Along with that he wore black dress pants with his shirt not yet tucked in. I began to have very second thoughts. He looked SO handsome. Any girl would just collapse right there, and in all reality anytime prior to this I would’ve too (we all remember the pool incident). “No matter how cute he looks” I kept repeating to myself.
“Hi Paul,” I said as casually as I could still repeating those six words.
“Good morning luv,” he replied as he walked into the bathroom next to me. He made a sniffing noise, “wow, you smell really good,” he complimented me as he picked up my perfume bottle, “hmm, ‘Very Sexy’ perfume…” he read aloud and then mumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand. Didn’t matter anyway, “I really like it,” he said complimenting me again.
“Thanks,” I said continuing to put on my makeup. He just stood there without saying anything, “So what’s up?” I asked.
“Oh, um, we were just going to get some breakfast, did you want us to get you something?” he asked putting the bottle back down on the vanity.
“What are you guys having?”
“Cornflakes,”
“Thought so,” I said giggling. He made a face.
“What’s so funny? Cornflakes are really good,” he said.
“I know,” I said still laughing because he looked so cute, “I never said they weren’t. I just knew that’s what you were going to say. And you guys and your Cornflakes are so funny.”
“Oh, well, are you going to join us in eating ‘funny Cornflakes’ or would you like to be normal and order something different?” He asked.
“No, Cornflakes are fine,”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I smiled, “now let me get ready or we wont make the plane.”
“No, you won’t make the plane. We’ll be fine.” He grinned. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the bathroom, shutting the door. I heard him laughing as he walked away. I turned back to the mirror to finish getting ready when I caught a glimpse of a very happy lit-up look on my face. Slowly, I wiped that look off. Was I flirting with him and not even realizing it? It was obvious he was, complimenting me on my smell and all. I shouldn’t have answered him, but then again that would be rude and I didn’t want to be rude to him. I just wanted to be nice and not flirtatious. He also seemed like he didn’t know that I saw him last night. Or maybe he does and just doesn’t care. Who knows. I’m not going to sit here and wonder about that too. I can’t do this. I like him way too much. Plus he knows how I feel and if I don’t flirt he’ll know something’s wrong and ask me, which would lead to one of ‘those’ conversations. I guess now I’ll have to see if I can narrow it down to just doing the other two, no staring at him and no falling for his charm. Wait a second, I did both of those along with flirting. Quietly I slammed my fist down on the vanity. This was impossible. I guess the only thing left, besides not doing those three things again, is to not kiss him. Hopefully that won’t be hard. I finished getting ready and the boys already had their Cornflakes and were just waiting for me. They said various ‘good mornings’ as I walked into the room. I sat next to George and we began eating.
“So, where are we off to now?” I asked.
“Um, Seattle, I think,” John answered.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,”
“That’s where I’m from you know,” I said. George looked at me.
“Really?”
“Yeah, my family still lives there. I visit every once and a while. I loved Seattle. It’s so beautiful,” I said taking a bite of my Cornflakes.
“Yeah, but the craziest fans live there,” Paul said shaking his head.
“Really?” I said looking a George.
“Yeah, that’s where the girl fell 25 ft. and Ringo here asks her if she was okay…”
“And then she stared at me and ran off.” Ringo finished. They all laughed.
“Crazy bird,” John said, “You’re not secretly one of those crazy girls are ya?” he said looking at me. I nodded my head and laughed.
“No of course not. If I was that crazy, I don’t think I would’ve lasted this long without doing something to one of you guys.” I said.
“That’s true,” he said. We finished eating and Brian told us we had to get ready to go. I walked past the window to grab my jacket and noticed a crowd of screaming girls already waiting for a glimpse of The Beatles. I turned and looked at the clock. It was only 7:25am. I sat there just looking at them in awe. It was kinda funny, because although I never did anything like that, I was just a fan like them who wanted nothing more then just to meet The Beatles. Now I’m dating and in love with one, as well as in love with another.
“Hey, Olivia, are you coming?” I turned around out of my trance and saw George with the other’s behind him waiting for me.
“Yeah, sorry,” I said. Just looking at George made me want to kiss him. So I walked right up to him, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Come on you two, we gotta go,” John said, Paul and Ringo were just watching.
“What was that for?” George asked me ignoring John.
“Because I love you,” I said and smiled. He smiled back and grabbed my hand.

We bolted out through the crowd of screaming girls and I swear the crowd was bigger than when I looked out moments before. We piled into the car and the driver headed for the airport. There were fans waiting at the airport as well, but not as many as outside the hotel. More security I imagine. We took our spots on the plane. George’s seat was next to the window, and he asked if I’d switch with him because of his terrible fright of flying, which was a better deal for me since I love the window seat. John and Ringo were constantly walking up and down the aisles talking to reporters and such. George and Paul on the other hand kept more to themselves with only a casual walk through the aisles. The plane ride this time was much more fun. Last time Paul and George fell asleep, but this time they all were awake. There was one point where Paul was talking with a reporter who just decided to take a spot next to him when all of a sudden red Jell-O found it’s new spot in Paul’s lap, making sure to hit his face on the way down. Its thrower was John. John was the master when it came to sneak attacks and the main planner behind the majority of food fights. George mumbled to himself, being he got pissed off about the whole food fights. Paul found it hilarious, and threw a pillow back at John. Then some pudding would fly back at Paul and so forth. I was amazed that the flight attendants were so calm. They actually found it funny. This lasted a total of about 15-20 minutes. George turned to me.
“Do you want to play Monopoly?” he asked. The Beatles favorite game was Monopoly and below that was Poker. The guys heard George’s proposal and said they would join. For the rest of the flight we had a mixture of Monopoly contests and Poker games (in which they played with real cash and The Beatles lost indefinitely). We finally landed around noon. After another 20 minutes or so we made it to our hotel, which wasn’t too far away from my old house. The Beatles didn’t have much time to do much because they had a Press Conference at 2pm and a concert at the Seattle Center Coliseum at 5pm. Once again, I stayed back at the hotel until concert time. We were only going to be there one night, tonight, so I just laid out my clothes for tomorrow, and spent the rest of my time watching there live interview on TV. They got back around 3:30, and Paul had a quick nap before they had to leave at 4-ish. The others just smoked and relaxed on the couch. Soon the time came and we had to leave. The fans were crazy. They were running all over the streets trying to get to the car. We got in safely and made it to the Coliseum. We ran immediately to the dressing room so the Beatles could get ready. They seemed a bit nervous. Mal said they always got nervous before a show, but the minute they got up there, they were fine. John was sweating and shaking. And Paul, who was usually calm a cool also seemed to be having a nerve problem. John, Paul, George, and Ringo had to go. I gave George a kiss and wished him luck with the show, and they ran quickly from the dressing room. Mal and Neil led me over to the side of the stage where I could watch them. They (the Beatles) were so amazing and talented. Mal was right. The minute they took off with ‘Twist and Shout’ they seemed back to normal and enjoying themselves. I looked at all the people. Later on I found that there was over 14,000 people at that show. Paul was the most interesting to watch. The way he portrayed himself with his body language and facial expressions. He was almost kissing the metal of the microphone as well as he screamed the lyrics of ‘I’m Down’ into it. He fit his image of the ‘heartthrob’ Beatle perfectly, and he knew how to play his role of being cute extremely well. They only played for about 35 minutes, but the show didn’t get completely over until about 8pm, in which the Beatles would have to race back to the hotel and get ready for a party hosted in their honor.
“Are you going to come to the party?” George asked me. I looked over at Paul, who was buttoning up a new shirt. I turned back to George. I was leery on whether or not I wanted to attend another party.
“Um, I don’t know,” I said.
“Don’t worry Olivia, this party won’t be like the last one. No one will be exposing himself…” He said emphasizing his last few words and staring at Paul. Paul suddenly looked up. I wished George had said nothing.
“What?” Paul asked.
“There won’t be any exposing at this party right Paul?” George asked. Paul quickly looked at me. I don’t know if he suddenly realized I saw or if he was just seeing what my reaction would be.
“Ah, no there won’t. It was nothing before anyway.” Paul said. I raised my eyebrows. ‘Ha, nothing before?’ I thought to myself. I wonder what his idea of something was. We finished getting ready and I decided to come down, at least till Paul’s next exposure. George and Paul were right and nothing happened. It was more of a professional party than a druggie party. However it ended late just the same. We didn’t get up into our rooms until around 3 am. And the next morning we had to fly out to Vancouver. This was a rather long and early flight so the majority, including myself, slept on the way there. This concert was amazing just like all their others. The next few days were spent going from city to city, and we were waiting desperately for our upcoming 2 days off in Atlantic City before the next performance in Philadelphia. Pretty soon our first day off came. Even I was exhausted and I wasn’t even performing nor doing interviews. George and I hadn’t had much time together, so we went off to bed early. We had about 2 hours to ourselves. George was exhausted to start off with, and during those two hours he had gotten even more tired so he fell asleep within minutes after our usual kissing and such. I was still awake and it was a good thing too. I just started to cuddle up closer to George when the door was rapped on. I got up and slipped on a robe to cover myself and turned on the light just as another knock was heard. George didn’t even flinch. I opened the door and in walked John with beer and right behind was his trusty pal Paul with pizza, Ringo just following.
“We’ve got pizza and beer,” John announced.
“You guys, not now…” I began to say. Paul set down the pizza on the bed and noticed George was sleeping.
“What’s this? ‘E’s sleeping!” Paul said.
“We’ll just have to wake ‘em up now wont we?” John said. I ran towards him and grabbed his arm.
“John don’t, he’s so tired just leave him,” I begged. John stopped and looking me over in just my robe he grinned slyly.
“I’ll bet he’s tired,” he laughed and turned towards Paul for a reassuring laugh, which he got. I rolled my eyes.
“Leave him alone you guys,”
“Sorry, luv, can’t do that,” John said pulling away from my grasp. Just as he was about to smack him,
“Stop!” Paul said. John turned around.
“Oh, thank you Paul…” I started to say, but there was no thanks to be given. Paul just looked at me.
“For what? I just have a better idea,” he said. John grinned again.
“Let’s have at it,”
“Ringo, go get your camera,” Paul ordered and Ringo left the room. I looked at George and realized what Paul wanted to take pictures of. George was so tired and he was very comfortable. The covers were all twisted around him so that everything was showing except for what was under the little flap of sheets wrapped around his hip area. I leaned my head back.
“Paul, no, John, don’t, that’s so mean,” I complained. They just laughed. Gosh, those two were evil, “Paul, why would you do this? I mean, I was there when John put shaving cream all over your face and believe me you were NOT happy. So why?” I asked. Ringo gave him the camera and he just sat there thinking.
“That’s true,” he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. If I couldn’t save Paul last time, at least I saved George. I thought to soon.
“Come on Macca,” John said. Paul looked at John and squinted his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry, Olivia, but it’s too bloody funny,” he said and took the first picture, “Plus this is excellent blackmail,” Between the three of them they finished the pizza and beer and had a ton of pictures. I convinced them to leave. In the morning nobody said anything to George. I still don’t know if he knows to this day. The rest of the tour was a different city everyday so it was nice to come home. I also did pretty well when it came to Paul. I did flirt with him and blush at all his charming comments, but any girl would do that with any guy that gave her a compliment so that wasn't too bad. Everything was going fine, until the day we returned to Malibu. And for the first time in months, I saw Davy again.

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