I've Just Seen A Face

Just hearing John order all the food the next morning, made me incredibly hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything but slop for the last few days, so I was craving regular food. We all squished into John and Paul’s room and watched TV in our pjs until the food got there.
“Well, I hope that that never happens again,” Paul commented while we were waiting.
“Me too,” John agreed, “That was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen quite a few weird things, you know with pot and all.”
“Ya but then again, you do look in the mirror everyday,” Paul joked.
“Funny, McCartney,” John said making a face, “This face must not be too bad, cuz I’ve gotten more girls than you ‘ave,” He said. Paul’s mouth opened wide and his eyes became huge as he let out a ‘oh really’ sort of laugh.
“Now that’s a funny one, John. Remind me again, who’s the ‘Cute Beatle’?” he said laughing.
“Think what you want Macca,” was all John said. I just rolled my eyes at them. I knew Paul was conceded to a certain point, but it didn’t seem to bother me right now. A few minutes later, a hotel assistant brought in the food. We all ate like we hadn’t in years. It’s funny how you get so hungry, wait forever for the food, and then just like that it’s all gone.
“Holy, I don’t think food ever tasted that good,” George said rubbing his stomach. I nodded, “Hey, what is the longest you’ve ever stayed there?” he asked me. I had to think for a second,
“Um, I think about a week or so. Or at least it felt that long,” I said.
“Shit, that’s a long time,” Paul said. I looked at him and nodded. We sat not saying anything, until Ringo spoke up,
“What’s the plan for today?” he asked. Still quiet, we all shrugged our shoulders.
“Well, what’s everyone in the mood for?” Paul asked.
“Well, I think that I’m going to stick around here. I’ve got to call Cyn and do a few other things,” John said.
“Hey George, would you help me with some song ideas I’ve got?” Ringo asked.
“Hey, Ringo’s got some songs, aye?” Paul teased looking at John who also laughed.
“Heh, can’t wait to hear it,” John said in between laughing. Poor Ringo, I thought.
“Ah, sod off you two,” Ringo responded kiddingly.
“Sure, I’ll help you Ring,” George said smiling, and ignoring the other two. He looked over to me.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“Um, I need to get a few things at a couple stores, so I’ll probably just shop,” I told him.
“Hey, that’s perfect!” Paul said getting up and walking over to me and George, “Cuz I’ve got to get a few things for me bass, so you could show me around to some of the good music stores…unless you want to be alone.” I laughed inside. Hmm, that’ll be a hard one. Should I be alone?, or should I have Paul come with me? Toughie. 
“No, I’d love to have some company. That way you can give me your opinion on some things.” I said smiling. He smiled back.
“Gear. Is that alright George?” Paul asked.
“I guess,” he said.
“Great, well, I’m going to go get ready.” I said as I began to head back to the room to change. When I began to walk away, I heard George talking to Paul,
“Don’t try anything funny McCartney. I’m warning you.” He said in a rather threatening tone.
“What makes you think I’ll do something?” Paul asked innocently.
“Because I know you. All I’m saying is watch it,” there was no more talking after that, at least that I heard because I was in the room with the door shut. I showered and put on some clothes. It was a rather nice day, about 82º. I put on some shorts and a spaghetti strapped tank top. It was about 1:30 in the afternoon when I was ready to go. I went back out into the main area. Paul was just coming out of the bathroom, and dare I say it, but he looked fantastic.
“Ready to go, luv?” He asked walking towards me.
“Yeah, are you?” I asked in return. He nodded his head. I thought it was so cute how we were going out to just to shop, and yet he still wore black dress pants and a button-up white shirt. He was so adorable! I wanted him as mine so badly. I shook off the feeling and, we walked out into the elevator.
“Are you going to be okay, going out like that and all?” I asked him. He looked down at himself obviously confused.
“What do you mean? Do I look horrible or something?” I shook my head. I blurted out a laugh,
“No, not at all, you look really good in fact, its just-” I looked up at him and noticed he was smiling at me. It wasn’t just any ordinary smile, but one of his flirty ones.
“What?” I asked even though I was pretty sure on why he was smiling.
“Nothing, go ahead,”
“Whatever,” I said shaking my head at him, “What I meant was, do you need a disguise?”
“Nah, I think I’ll be okay. If girls start to attack, you’ll protect me won’t ya?” He asked with a pouty, yet incredibly cute face. I smiled.
“Sure,” I said smiling as I flexed my arm muscles. He smiled as the doors opened. We walked outside. We decided not to take a cab anywhere because it was too nice. First we walked over to the mall. We walked along for a few minutes before one of us spoke.
“What exactly are you getting for your bass?” I asked him.
“Oh, I need some new strings and a new finger pick,” he said.
“Finger pick?” I asked not sure what that was.
“Yeah, it’s a pick that fits over your pointer finger, like this,” he said showing me on his hands. I nodded.
“Oh, yeah, I guess I have seen you with those before, now that I think about it,” he nodded.
“What are you looking for?” he then asked.
“I have to buy some birthday presents. One for my mom and one for Emily.” I told him, “But I have no idea what to get either of them.” He just nodded and we kept walking. As we passed Victoria’s Secret Paul made a comment.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to know what her secret was. Do you know?” he asked me. I laughed and shook my head.
“You’re so weird,” I said. He pouted, but that made me laugh even more. I gave him a flirtatious push, “Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Every one is weird in their own way.”
“True,” he said as his pouty face disappeared. We didn’t really find anything for either of us in the mall, so we decided to go more downtown to the street shops. Paul found some new strings in one of the music stores down there, but hadn’t found his finger pick yet. I also hadn’t found my birthday presents. People were coming up to us left and right asking us to buy their product. Paul was really nice to the people, and surprisingly someone had yet to recognize him. As we passed a store named LoveBirds, someone approached us with a camera.
“Oh, you guys are so adorable together, let’s get a picture, c’mon,” the person said moving Paul and I into a hugging position.
“Um, sir, we’re not-” Paul started to say, but stayed in his position of holding me.
“Okay, ready?” the guy asked us. I looked up at Paul, and kinda smiled. He smiled back,
“What the hell, why not?” he said, and turned towards the camera. We smiled as the man took the picture.
“Oh, cute, cute!” He said as the Polaroid spit out the picture and it began to clear. I took a quick glance at it, and to be honest, it was cute. Paul and I looked really nice together. This of course made me want to be with him so much again. I smiled.
“Yeah, it’s a good one,” I looked at Paul standing next to me also looking at it. He nodded his head.
“Yeah, it is,” he said softly. The way he said it made me wonder if he was thinking the same thing I was. The man was smiling proudly.
“Do you want to buy it? It’s only $2.” He said glancing back and forth at each of us. I didn’t think we were going to buy it, because I thought we were only humoring the guy, so I said no. Just then I saw the perfect gift for Emily sitting in the window of one of the next-door shops.
“Hey, Paul, let’s go in this shop,” I said, grabbing his arm. He nodded, and I barely noticed that he had his other hand in a low position telling the guy not to go anywhere. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I guess it wasn’t my business anyway.
“Yeah okay, I’ll be there in just a sec, I want to have a cigarette first,” he said. I nodded and headed off to the store. I was purchasing the gift for Emily when Paul came in.
“There you are,” he said smiling. I smiled back.
“Good ciggie?” I asked him. He frowned looking confused.
“Huh?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to have a cigarette?” I asked him getting confused myself. He shook his head.
“Oh yeah, yes it was good, sorry,” he apologized. I laughed.
“That’s alright,” We left the store and ended up finding Paul a finger pick and my mother a gift. When we were all done shopping, it was about 4:30 so Paul and I decided to head back to the hotel. This time we took a cab home because we were tired out. There was only about 3 people who recognized Paul and he hushed them by giving them an autograph. He was so cute with his fans. The rest of the time was peaceful and wonderful. I loved spending time with Paul.

We arrived back at the hotel and everyone was ready to eat again. We decided to go out instead of ordering room service again. It was starting to get chillier outside so we quickly stopped by my apartment so I could grab some pants. George walked in with me. As we were coming out of my room, we were holding hands and he leaned down and kissed me. Unfortunately Davy was right there, and he must’ve been having a bad day because he yelled ‘I hate you’ and lunged towards George. I screamed as the two of them began to fight. Luckily, Paul was on his way in to see what was taking so long, and ran down towards us.
“What the hell?! Get off of him, Davy!” he yelled as he entered the fight and began to try and get Davy off. However it wasn’t as easy as it looked. Davy was a strong little bugger. With Paul there also, the rest of the Monkees came out and after a few minutes they were able to get Davy and George apart.
“What’s going on here?” Micky asked.
“Your stupid friend tried beating the shit out of George,” Paul said wiping his mouth.
“Sorry, George,” Micky apologized, “Really I am. Davy hasn’t really been himself lately. How’s George? Is he hurt really bad?” he asked. We looked at the two of them. Davy was okay, but George on the other hand was not. Davy rammed very hard into George’s ribs injuring him pretty badly. Paul had a few words, most of them the basic four lettered ones, to say to Davy. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say. Micky helped Paul and I out the door with George, and again said his apologies.
“It’s alright man, just keep an eye out on your friend, cuz I won’t be so nice next time.” Paul warned. Paul and I helped George out to the car. Micky went back inside. As soon as the other Beatles saw us, they ran out.
“What the hell happened?” John asked.
“Davy tried to kill George here and just ended up beating the shit out of him,” Paul said. John immediately turned pissed and began towards the apartment building. I tried to grab him but I couldn't.
“Paul-” I said asking for his help. Paul turned around. He had me hold on to George for a second as he ran towards John.
“Stop John, I took care of it.” Paul said stopping him, “and I think George is hurt pretty bad, so we need to hurry and get him to the emergency room.” John agreed with that, and within minutes we were in the hospital.

The doctors took a look at George and it turned out that a few of his ribs were bruised. The doctors asked if they could keep him over night, which was okay with everyone. We were all in the room keeping him company. Paul was snooping around the room and he found a button.
“What’s this do?” he asked George.
“Um, I think that’s for if I need something,” he said in a tone that wasn’t his normal self. I squeezed his hand and kissed his forehead. He smiled.
“Do you need anything?” I asked him moving his hair out of his face.
“Yeah, actually I’m kinda thirsty,” he told me. I looked up to Paul across from me and he pushed a button. In about 2 minutes a nurse came in. However, she wasn’t your normal nurse. She was very pretty and along with that she had a rather short skirt on, with her blouse unbuttoned so far down that if another was undone her breasts would’ve been completely exposed. I looked at Paul who obviously liked this nurse…a lot.
“Did you need something?” she asked coming towards Paul who was sitting by the button. I thought that it was odd that she came towards Paul, when George was the one lying in the bed, injured. She gave Paul one of those looks as she touched his knee. All over inside me, jealousy lights were flashing. I hated seeing Paul with other girls, especially when he flirted with them as if I wasn’t sitting right there. So of course, he began flirting back with her. Grabbing her hand and all. I cleared my throat to get their attention. He looked over at me annoyed, which really pissed me off, and I let it show. It was bad enough that after he told me and acted like he really liked me he kept doing this, (which I understood because we weren’t together and well, he could), but when he looked like he was pissed at me for interrupting him, that’s a little too far. I think he saw my anger, because he changed his face from a ‘pissed-off’ look to a ‘whoops’ look. I didn’t care.
“Um, are we forgetting who really needs something here?” I snapped, looking down at George.
“Oh yeah, could he get some water?” Paul asked the nurse, continually being sweet and flirtatious which disgusted me.
“Sure,” the nurse said and left. Paul just looked at me, but I didn’t look at him. I didn’t want to even talk to him right now. The nurse came back with some water and then left again. However she was back quite a few times that night because Paul kept pressing the buttons for his need for her, instead of George’s needs. Finally George fell asleep and we all went home. What a crappy day.

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