I've Just Seen A Face

I didn’t end up seeing Davy until later on the night we got back. We arrived at the airport on time and we were then taken back to the hotel. Being that it was almost 9:15pm I stayed at the hotel no longer than 15 minutes. As much as I loved them all, some more than others, I just wanted to go home and sleep. I was exhausted. I also figured since tomorrow was the beginning of a week’s vacation for them, that I could easily see them tomorrow.
“Are you coming back at all tonight then?” George asked me after I told him I was going to go home.
“No probably not. It’s already 9:15 so I’ll just end up unpacking and then going to bed. I’m beat,” I said, “but I’ll come back tomorrow for sure.” He smiled. Suddenly I heard someone calling George’s name.
“Well, I have to run. But you get a good rest and I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll just end up calling you when we get up,” He said giving me a goodnight kiss.
“Okay, sounds good. You get a good rest also,” I said as we kissed once more and he took off to the other room. I stood there for a few moments and then walked into the other rooms looking for John, Paul, and Ringo. John and Ringo were unpacking in the second room I walked into.
“Hey Olivia, what’s up?” John looked up and said as I walked in. Ringo smiled.
“Oh, I was just leaving so I thought I’d come in and say goodnight before I left,” I said. John smiled.
“Oh, how sweet of you my dear, but are you sure you shan’t stay?” he asked in that stupid old lady accent. Ringo and I laughed.
“Ya, I’m positive. But no worries you’ll see me all day tomorrow!” I said jokingly. He pretended to faint on the thought of being with me all day. I slugged him.
“Well, bye guys.” I said waving.
“Bye Olivia,” Ringo said. I left the room and began looking for Paul. He didn’t seem to be in any of the rooms so I just decided to leave. I’d see him tomorrow anyway. I gathered my stuff and put on my coat. As I stepped into the hallway, Paul was coming my direction.
“Are you leaving?” he asked as he approached me.
“Yes, I’m really tired and I have to unpack,” I told him.
“I suppose,” he agreed. We just stood there in silence for a few minutes. That seemed to happen a lot between us.
“So did you have fun?” he asked me. I nodded and shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah, but it’s really exhausting. This one was much longer than that last one I was on with you guys. I don’t know how you can do it,” I said. He smiled and let out a little laugh.
“Well, at first you know, we didn’t think we would be able to do it either. But, you know, eventually you get used to it, and we still get tired and all, but you know, it’s not half as bad as when we started.” I nodded in agreement.
“I should probably be heading off. Goodnight Paul,” I said.
“Goodnight Olivia,” he said and we began walking our separate directions. I was almost to the elevator when I heard Paul.
“Olivia!” he called and began running towards me. I raised my eyebrows, “Um, how are you planning to get home?” He asked. I was confused.
“What do you mean? I’ll drive,” I said. Now he looked confused.
“But didn’t Mal come get you so that you wouldn’t have to leave your car here?” That’s right. I forgot that I didn’t have a car.
“*Sigh* Yes, you’re right. Danget.” I said. Paul thought for a second and then said,
“Hold on a minute,” he jogged back to the room and went in. I stood outside waiting for him wondering what he was doing. A few minutes later he came out, but he was wearing a jacket and had a pair of keys in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked hoping he wasn’t going to drive me home.
“What does it look like? I’m going to take you home. Come ‘ed.” He said motioning his hand for me to follow him. Slowly I began following. I turned and looked back at the room door.
“Don’t worry,” he said and I turned back to face him, “George knows I’m taking you home.” I was shocked that he would say that. Obviously he thought George would be suspicious if he knew Paul and I were out together.
“Oh, well I wasn’t worried about George,” I said, wondering if George really knew. Not that it would matter. George didn’t really have anything to be suspicious about. I mean, I was handling myself around Paul pretty well, “I was just wondering about whether Brian knew you were leaving. I mean, what about a disguise?” I pointed out and he just laughed.
“It’s alright luv, it’s night time so no one will see me,” he said walking into the elevator holding the door open for me. After a minute or so, the elevator was filled with the wonderful scent of Paul McCartney. I breathed in deep, loving every minute of being alone with him.

We got into the car without any trouble. Paul was right. No one recognized us. As we were driving to my house, I noticed Paul had a foot filled with lead. He was going at least 10 miles over the speed limit all the way back. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t used to driving on the right side of the road. I was surprised when I made it home in one piece.
“Do you always drive like this?” I asked him at a red light. He looked over at me like he didn’t understand.
“Like what?” he asked as the light turned green and he put the pedal to the metal. I shut my eyes.
“Like a maniac?” I said and he began to laugh.
“A maniac, aye?” He said looking at me and laughing a little more. Not wanting him to take his eyes off the road, I redirected his eyesight by pointing at the road ahead.
“Paul,” I said as I did it. He just laughed to himself again.
“I’m sorry, luv. I’m just not used to driving with people who don’t like me driving. Here, I’ll go a little slower if you’d like,” he offered.
“Yes, please and thanks.” I said.
“No problem,” he answered as once again he took off his complete focus on the road to pull out a cigarette. He saw me looking at him.
“Oh sorry,” he said, the cigarette balancing off his bottom lip as he put both hands back on the wheel.
“Only one at a time please. Either you go fast and keep both hands on the wheel, or you go slower and drive with one. I don’t really feel like dying tonight,” I said kidding around and laughing. He laughed along with me.
“Well, then will you do me the honors of lighting me cigarette?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.
“I guess. Where’s your lighter?” I asked him. He nodded down towards his lap.
“It’s in me right pants pocket,” I sat still for a second. Without even realizing it, my heart began to flutter with the thought of reaching into his pants pocket. When I asked where it was, I was thinking more along the lines of his coat pocket. Now I have to go under his coat, under his suit coat, and then somehow get my hand in the pocket of his very tight pants (which I think are so darn cute by the way). He looked at me.
“Are you alright?” he asked. I looked up at him.
“Ya, sorry.” I said leaning over towards him. I lifted up his 2 coats and he lifted his arm slightly so it would be easier for me. I found his pocket. That was good. Now I had to try and fit my hand into it. I began with my fingers hoping I could just grip the lighter with them instead, but there was no such luck. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I was at a wrong angle. I unbuckled (bad idea with Paul driving) and slid right over next to him. I looked at him and he gave me a smile. I smiled back, going one more time for the lighter in the closed up pocket. I finally got my hand in.
“Did you get it?” he asked looking over at me. I looked up and from the angle I was in I was almost completely against him, my face only centimeters away from his. I tried to answer him, but I was speechless. All my self-control was gone. I wanted him more than anything, all over again. His smile faded away slowly as he looked at me with the same lust that was in my eyes. Our eyes met, and I suddenly had the urge to kiss him. I felt a slight bump in the road and remembered that we were driving.
“Paul, road!” I yelled.
“Shit!” he said and shook his head and turned back to the road. Luckily nothing happened. I pulled the lighter out of his pocket and I lit his cigarette for him. We were quiet the rest of the way. I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment where our eyes met. In all reality it only lasted a split second, but it felt like forever.

We finally arrived safely at my apartment. I didn’t really want to leave anymore. I wanted to stay in the car with Paul, but I couldn’t.
“Thanks for the ride home,” I said.
“Your welcome,” he said smiling. We sat in silence for another minute as if we were waiting for the other person to do something.
“Um, I’ll walk you to your door.” Paul said as he turned off the car.
“Okay,” I said as he jumped out and opened the door for me. I smiled. We walked up to the outside door of the building. I reached into my purse to get my keys but my apartment key wasn’t there.
“Ugh, great…” I mumbled.
“What? What’s wrong?” Paul asked concerned.
“I don’t have my key. I must’ve taken it off my key ring and left it in my room before we left or something.” I said spinning around to face the other direction.
“Well, why don’t we just buzz someone to come and open it for you?” he suggested.
“I guess,” I said knowing exactly whom I’d have to buzz. I just didn’t want to. I looked on the pad and pressed The Monkees room number.
“Hello?” Micky asked.
“Hey Micky, its Olivia. I forgot my key in my room, so could you buzz me in please?” I asked him.
“Sure,” he said as the door buzzed. Paul and I walked in, and started downstairs to my room.
“See, everything worked out fine,” Paul said knowing I was having a bad night when it came to forgetting things. First my car, now my key.
“Yes it did,” I said with a smile that soon faded when I saw Davy coming in the opposite direction. Paul looked at me and then followed my eyes.
“Uh oh,” I heard him say to himself. I swallowed. I hadn’t seen Davy in months. Everything was completely erased from my mind. That fact that I was with George, what just happened in the car, everything. I couldn’t believe I was feeling like this again. I thought it was done with. He looked up as he came closer to us. He gave me a half smile and when he looked at Paul there wasn’t even the slightest glimpse of a smile. Paul ignored it.
“Hi Davy,” he said, pretending to be nice just to piss Davy off. I didn’t say anything.
“Hi Paul,” Davy said not meaning it at all. He looked over at me, “What are you guys doing?” he asked. Paul looked over at me to see if I was going to answer but I still couldn’t.
“I was walking her to her door,” he answered.
“Yes, I can see that. And I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Olivia.” Davy responded.
“Well obviously she didn’t want to answer you,” Paul retorted back, not pretending to be friendly anymore. Davy sneered at him.
“So what now, are you guys together?” he asked looking again at me. I looked up.
“No,” I said rather quickly and loudly. In fact a little too quick I think, because in the corner of my eye I saw Paul look over at me with a face that suggested he was upset. Being that I hadn't spoken up until this moment, only to shout no to Davy's question, made it seem a little like a 'no yeah right!'. And I could tell Paul heard it that way. And I don’t blame him for being upset. I mean, here we just had a moment in the car and now I was acting as if I was disgusted with him. I don’t know exactly what he was thinking, but I couldn’t really tell him that I didn’t mean it like that with Davy standing right there. I looked completely at him, but he turned away very much still bothered.
“No, she’s still with George,” he said bitterly. I sighed. ‘Paul don’t be like this’ I thought.
“Then what are you doing with her? Shouldn’t her boyfriend be here instead?” Davy asked.
“George was busy so I had to bring her home,” Paul said clearly hating Davy more than ever. I noticed he used the words ‘had to bring me home’ as if he had no choice, when he was the one who wanted to. He continued, “And she is home now. So, I’m going to go. Goodbye.” He said and started to walk off. I turned around.
“Paul,” I started to call after him, but he kept going.
“Goodnight Olivia,” he said still bitter and without turning around. Soon he turned the corner and I couldn’t see him anymore. I closed my eyes again and felt like crying. I turned back around just wanting to end this day. Davy just stood there.
“What was his problem?” he asked.
“I don’t know, he’s probably just really tired and cranky.” I said.
“Obviously,” Davy said, “well, I’ll let you get to bed. Goodnight,” he said and tried to smile even though I read hurt all over his face. I smiled back trying not to think twice about leaving him. I didn’t want to go through this again. I was already fighting it over between George and Paul, I didn’t need Davy back into the picture.
“Goodnight Davy,” I said as I went into my room. I dropped my bags and fell onto my bed. I didn’t even change out of my clothes. I fell asleep with everything but my coat and shoes on.

I woke up the next morning from the ringing of my phone. I looked at my clock and then picked up the phone. I was expecting it to be George.
“Hello?”
“Hey, what’s up?” Brittany asked. I fell back into bed.
“Uh, nothing really. You?” I asked, remembering last night.
“Nothing. I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today. Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said. I nodded and yawned.
“Ya, sure.”
“Um, you don’t have to if you don’t want to you know,”
“No, of course I want to. Why would you think I don’t?” I asked.
“Well, you sound kinda, I don’t know, not happy,” she said. I guess she was right, I wasn’t being very friendly.
“Oh, sorry. I just had a crappy night yesterday.”
“Oh? What happened?” she asked. I told her about how Paul took me home, and how we saw Davy, and they argued and were rude to each other, and how Davy thought we were together, pretty much everything except for the whole car incident.
“Wow. I can imagine how much that sucked,” She said afterwards.
“Um hmm, but that’s not the worst part,” I said.
“Oh my gosh! You and Paul are together!!” she guessed.
“No, no we’re not. I’m still with George, but…”
“…but you want Davy again?” she guessed and was right this time.
“Well, I don’t know if I exactly want him back per say, I just don’t know if I’m making the right decision. You know, being with George and all. What if it doesn’t work out and I should’ve stayed with Davy all along? But then if I go back to Davy, what if I was meant to be with George?” I told her getting stressed.
“Hmm, well, which one do you like better?” she asked me. I had to think for a second.
“I have no idea,” I answered and I really didn’t.
“Maybe you should just be with neither of them right now. You know no guys? Then maybe you’ll start missing one over the other and that’ll be your answer.” I nodded.
“Ya, that might work. But the thing is, I’m supposed to go over to the Beatles hotel today.” I said.
“Well, we’ll just come with you. That way you’ll just tell George you’re going to take a mini break and then you won’t have to feel awkward all by yourself with them. It’ll just be a group thing.” She suggested.
“Okay. I don’t think they’ll mind. They like you guys.” It was settled then. No guys. I finished getting ready and George called asking if I wanted to come over. I said yes and asked if the other girls could come too and they were more then happy to say yes. We all made it over there around one-ish. We knocked on the door.
“Hello ladies,” John said as he opened the door. We all said hello and walked in. Paul smiled big.
“Hello, Brittany,” he said. She smiled flirtatiously.
“Hey, Paul,” she said and I looked over at him. He looked quickly over at me and his eyes said more than 1000 words before he turned a second later back to Brittany. Brittany nudged me. I looked over at her and she moved her head in George’s direction. I nodded.
“What’s going on?” George asked, I turned not realizing he saw Brittany.
“Um, can we talk?” I asked him. He looked around the room, landing his eyes at Paul. Paul’s smile was gone as he stared back at the two of us.
“Sure…” George said. We walked a few feet away from the others.
“What’s up Olivia?” he asked. I didn’t want to do this at all, but I needed to so I proceeded.
“Um, I think we should take a little break,” I said. He looked confused.
“What why? Things were fine yesterday, I don’t understand.” He said looking at me as I looked at the floor. I looked back up to him.
“I know, it’s not you. I was just feeling some things last night and I-”
“Last night?” he interrupted me. He quickly turned to Paul.
“Paul, what happened last night?” he asked him. Paul stopped his conversation with Brittany and looked over at us.
“What?” he asked. Glancing at me and then back at George.
“What happened last night?” he asked again. I looked straight at Paul hoping he wouldn’t say anything. He looked at me again with the same face he had on last night when he walked out on Davy and me.
“I took her home and she saw Davy,” he said. George looked back at me. I shot Paul a look and he very faintly shrugged his shoulders. Thanks Paul.
“Davy? This is about Davy?” he asked, “I thought you were over him,”
“So did I, and I think I am, I just need to make sure I’m making the right decision.”
“I thought we already went through this,” he said.
“I know, but after last night I started thinking again, and…”
“Are you going to do this every time you see him?” he asked me.
“No, this is it. I’m going to figure this out. I’m going to go without either of you, but do what I would do normally, and whoever I start missing or wanting first is probably the one I should be with.” I explained but he just stared at me, “George you have nothing to worry about. I’m pretty sure it’ll be you.”
“Then why are you doing this?” he asked starting to get afraid that it won’t really be him in the end.
“George, please just let me do this,” I begged. He rubbed his forehead with his hand.
“Fine, if you think it’ll help you,” he said. I smiled as best I could.
“Thank you,” We ended up staying there the rest of the day until supper. Brittany and Paul of course were flirting the whole time and I actually began to think that they were really starting to like each other. Paul also ignored me and treated me different the whole time, which made things worse. Sara and John even seemed to hit it off a tad. We had to leave at 6pm, because Brittany made plans to go out for supper with the Monkees. When we got to the apartment it was a little awkward. It was the first time we were all together like the old days, only I wasn’t with Davy. However, at dinner Davy and I actually talked as if we weren’t worlds apart or enemies. By the time I got home, I was missing them both. So far the plan hadn’t worked.

The next was spent at the Beatles once again. We didn’t go out anywhere, just stayed at the hotel and did the same as every other time.
“So, did you get anything figured out?” George asked. I shook my head.
“No, I still need some more time,” I said. He just nodded.
“Do you guys want to play Monopoly?” Paul asked.
“Sure,” Emily said.
“Only one condition,” Brittany said getting up.
“What’s that?” Paul asked watching her as she grabbed a mask from the dresser.
“Brittany what are you doing?” I asked her. She came back and handed it to Paul. He looked at it confused.
“Um, what am I supposed to do with this?” he asked.
“Put it on,” she told him.
“What?”
“Put it on. You’re making me not want my Micky. Put it on.” He raised his eyebrows at this new fact. He shrugged his shoulders and complied. There were too many people so we paired up, me with George, Brittany and Paul, Ringo and Emily, and John and Sara. Not that it helped us win any with one more person, but it was just another head to think of strategies when it came to buying different things. Ringo and Emily ended up winning the three-hour game.
“Um, Brittany can I take off this mask yet?” Paul asked, “It’s getting kinda warm, and I need a smoke.”
“Fine.” Brittany said. It was around 3:30 and I still couldn’t decided who I should be with, that is between George and Davy.
“Hey Brit, can you come with me for a second?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. We went into the other room.
“What’s up?”
“Your plan isn’t working,” I said.
“Damn,” she said. She thought for a second or two and had another idea, “Who kisses better?” she asked. I thought for a second.
“Davy,” I said.
“Okay, one for Davy. Now…who doesn’t flirt as much?”
“George,”
“One for Davy, and one for George. Hmm,” she thought.
“Brittany what are you doing?”
“Shh, we’re going to see who has better qualities that you like. Now let me think. Uhh, who’s better looking?” she asked.
“Uh,” ‘Paul’ I thought, but he wasn’t a part of this, “I’d have to say Davy,”
“Okay, 2 for Davy, 1 for George. We’re going out of five. Who’s smarter?”
“George,” that was an easy one.
“Okay, 2 for Davy, and 2 for George. Now, you should go and ask them what they think the purpose of life is. And whoever says the better answer, gets the last and winning point.”
“Brittany, I know what Davy is going to say. He’s going to say ‘love’. Everything is about love to him.” Brittany raised her eyebrows.
“And you don’t like that?” she asked.
“I don’t know, sometimes it bothers me,”
“Well, there you go. Ask them just to make sure,” We left the room. I walked over and sat next to George.
“Hey George, what do you think the purpose of life is?” I asked. He sat and thought for a minute or two and gave me the most detailed answer. It was so detailed and interesting that I have forgotten it now. However, Davy’s was not easy to forget. He said exactly as I predicted. First he said, I don’t know, then he said love. In the end, I chose George. I think he was relieved. Now that I had that out of the way, it was back to Paul and George. And right now, Paul was still mad at me.
“Well, I think we’re going to head out for home,” Brittany said.
“Okay, I’ll walk you down,” Paul said getting up from the couch. I was staying the night, but I decided to go down with them so I could talk to Paul on the way back up. I don’t know if he really wanted me to come along because, he walked on the complete opposite side of the hall. We all said our good-byes, and soon it was just Paul and I. He didn’t say anything to me. He just started walking back. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards me. He stopped and just looked down at me.
“If you’re going to ask me why I told George about Davy, I think you should hold your breath because it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re back together.” He said still not happy.
“That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to know why you’re acting like this.” I said. He laughed to himself.
“Why do you think Olivia?”
“Paul if it’s about what I said with Davy, I didn’t mean it like that,” I tried to tell him. He just nodded his head in a ‘ya right’ fashion.
“You know what, I don’t even know why I care so much. You’re with George anyway.” He said shaking his head and trying to walk away again. I still had his arm so I brought my hand down to his and grabbed a hold of it. With that he turned around and looked at me.
“Paul, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want Davy hating you anymore than he already does. And if he would’ve thought that we were together, he might’ve done something. I don’t know. But I didn’t mean it. And I know I’m with George, and I’m glad. I mean I like him, but…” I stopped talking, but continued to hold his hand. He finally closed his hand around mine and walked closer to me.
“But what?” he asked looking down at me. I looked up.
“Paul, I think you know how I feel…” I said softly knowing I shouldn’t be doing any of this.
“Feel about what?” he asked getting even closer. It took me a few seconds to answer him, because my brain was racing with thoughts about him, George, what’s right and what’s wrong. But I couldn’t help myself. I liked him SO much. Again I looked at him.
“About you,” I said so he could barely hear me, and he did. Finally, a genuine smile came to his face.
“And I you,” he said and he leaned down and placed his lips on mine, and my heart sank. This needed to stop, but I kept kissing him. It lasted only minutes, and when he pulled away his smile was bigger than ever. He brushed a hair away from my face.
“I think we should go back upstairs,” he said quietly. I just nodded. We finally made upstairs and the whole time I felt like a broken record replaying that same scene over and over again. Then I started to get confused. This is the second time Paul and I had given each other the understanding of liking each other. This is also the third time we’ve kissed. But yet, I’m still with George. And he still flirts with Brittany and other girls. I couldn’t figure out why we didn’t do anything about our feelings. Did we just sense that it wasn’t the right time, and the occasional kiss and flirtations were all that should happen? I didn’t understand at all. I thought a good nights sleep would help, but it really didn’t. Especially when we woke up surrounded by sand, water, and tribesmen. The weird things we starting because we, were on an island.

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