I've Just Seen A Face

Chapter 19
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Paul and I walked upstairs in silence. As we got in the elevator I tried to look the opposite direction as to avoid any eye contact with him. The bell dinged, and we walked out to their door. Paul opened it and we walked in. The TV was on and George was laying on the bed with an ice pack on his head. Looking at him, I rubbed my cheek wishing I had the ice pack…
“George, are you okay?” I went over to him and sat next to him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What happened to your face?” He asked me sitting up. I looked sideways to Paul who was just staring at the wall with a blank expression.
“The guy pretending to be you or whatever slapped me.” I said turning back to George. George immediately had a sympathetic face and gave me a hug, bringing tears to my eyes. This was a horrible night.
“Oh, love, I’m so sorry,” he said still holding on to me. I pulled away to face him and tried to smile.
“Who cares about me, you were the one who was kidnapped. Are you sure you are alright?” I asked. He nodded his head. We all just sat in silence, the only noise being the news on TV. I just wanted to go to bed. George looked over at me and whispered,
“Do you want to head off to bed?” he asked, as if he read my mind. I looked at him and he looked really tired. I smiled softly and nodded my head.
“Okay. Hey guys, we’re going to head off to our room. We’ll see you in the morning.” George told the others. The all nodded and said goodnight, going back to the TV program. George helped me up and we headed off to our room. As we walked in, George gave me a kiss and apologized again for that evening.
“George, it’s not your fault. Plus, my face feels better now.” I said when in all reality it felt a bit numbish. He put his arms around my waist and just held me. He then kissed my slapped cheek. It felt nice and warm.
“Are you sure your okay?” he asked. I smiled.
“Maybe, I need one more kiss….” I said giggling, and getting a smile out of George. He then showered me with little soft kisses making me laugh even more. We tumbled onto the bed and our play turned into real kisses. After about a half an hour or so, I began to feel better and cuddled close to George.
“When do you guys leave again?” I asked, looking up at him. He thought for a moment before he answered.
“I think we’ll be heading off to Kansas City day after tomorrow. Our break is not as long this time.” he said holding me closer.
“Oh,” I said looking back down at our feet.
“Did you want to come with on this one?” He asked me, “ It’s not a very long one, and if you wanted, you could come with us to England for our next break, and spend some time in our town.” I smiled.
“I would like that.” I said. I remembered that I hadn’t seen the girls or the Monkees in a while and didn’t want to leave without seeing them.
“Hey George?” I asked. He looked down at me and I continued, “I kinda want to visit the Monkees and the girls before leaving on your tour. Is that alright?” I asked. He made a funny face.
“Of course that’s alright. They’re your friends.” he said. I shrugged.
“I know, but…I want you to be there too.” He didn’t say anything, “I know you aren’t a big fan of the Monkees but-”
“It’s not the Monkees, it’s Davy.” he interrupted.
“Well, whatever. I know you don’t like hanging around him, but maybe we could find a party to go to and everyone could be there. You know, bring John, Paul, and Ringo too.” I said hoping he would like this idea. He raised his lip a little (which is SO cute!) and it turned to a smile.
“Okay, anything for you.” He said kissing me. We laid again in silence and I was happy. Before long, I was fast asleep.



I opened my eyes and stretched. I looked over at the clock and it read 9:46am. I then looked over at George who was fast asleep. I quietly got out of bed, put on a robe, and went into the bathroom. I brushed my hair out just in case someone else was up out in the living room area. I walked out and Paul was sitting at the desk reading. The TV was on softly in the background.
“Morning Paul,” I said as I sat down on a chair behind him. He turned around and smiled.
“Morning, luv. How’d you sleep?” He asked shutting his book and turning all the way around. He looked down to my feet and back up again making me blush.
“Good. Yourself?” He nodded.
“Good,” he said. I looked around and wondered if he was the only one up.
“It’s kinda early for you to be up huh?” I asked knowing how Paul likes to sleep. He just smiled.
“Yeah, I know. Couldn’t sleep anymore.” He said and stood up, “Want some coffee?” He asked.
“No thanks. I don’t like it.” I said.
“Really?” he asked. I nodded.
“So, is anyone else up or just you?” I asked. He walked back over to me and sat down taking a sip of his coffee.
“John is up. He’s over talking to Brian. And I think Ringo is showering.” he said taking another sip, “George still asleep?”
“Yep.” I said suddenly feeling awkward. I always felt awkward talking to Paul in the morning because I’d been with George all night. And being that I was only in a bathrobe, didn’t help.
“Hey, I have a question for you.” I said trying not to feel so weird. I knew he had noticed the robe when I first walked in , but didn’t want him to continue to notice. So I kept a conversation going. He looked away from the TV and over to me.
“Alright, luv, shoot.” he said.
“I want to spend some time with the Monkees and the girls and so I thought maybe we all could go to a party or something, knowing that you 8 don’t like each other much. George said he would, but I want you and John and Ringo to come too.” I said.
“You want me to come aye?” He asked smiling. I smiled back.
“Well, then again…”I said kidding around.
“Hey now.” He laughed, “Yeah, I’m game. It’s only Davy I don’t like anyway.” he said. I rolled my eyes.
“I know, I know.” I said. He looked concerned.
“Does that bother you that none of us like Davy?” He asked.
“No, I don’t know. I mean, he has been quite a jerk to you guys, but just knowing that you four don’t like the guy I loved for 3 years, I don’t know, makes me feel kinda crappy.” I said.
“Don’t feel crappy Olivia. You loved him for a reason, obviously he was good to you., or something that you really liked about him… But what I’ve seen of him and the way he’s treated George, I just personally don’t like him. I’m sorry.” Paul said.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You’re right in not liking him. He’s a jerk to George.” I said shrugging my shoulders in agreement with Paul. Minutes later George entered the room in his pjs. He was so cute!
“Morning sleepy head.” I said as he came over and gave me a quick kiss. As we kissed I glanced at Paul who stared at us for only a moment, but quickly turned away to the TV.
“Good morning guys. What are you talking about?” He asked as he sat on the bed next to Paul and I.
“Davy.” Paul said. George looked confused.
“Why were you talking about Davy?” he asked me.
“Well, I was asking Paul if he would come with us to the whole party thing I mentioned to you last night. He said yes, and we somehow got on the subject of Davy.” I said.
“Oh,” was all George said. It was about 10:30am, so I figured I would give the Monkees a call. I knew they’d be up. All except Davy anyway.
“Excuse me Paul,” I said as I stood up and looked at him and then the phone on the desk.
“What?” he asked looking all innocent.
“May I use the phone?”
“Sure.” He said as he moved back a little and continued watching TV. I put my hands on my hips.
“You’re kinda in the way Paul…” I said knowing he was trying to be funny. It was kinda cute though.
“Oh, I’m sorry luv!” He said smiling and then got up and replaced my spot in the chair as I replaced his by the desk. I dialed the Monkees number and after a few rings I got an answer,
“Hello?”
“Hey, Micky. It’s Olivia.” I said.
“Oh hi! How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while.” He said.
“Oh I know, that’s why I’m calling actually. I wanted to know if you all, along with the girls wanted to get together at a party or something tonight. I’m going with The Beatles on their next tour and they leave tomorrow. I want to see you guys before I leave.” I explained.
“Sure! That’d be great! Do you have a place in mind?” he asked me.
“No, but I’m sure the Beatles will know of any parties if there are any.” I said, and Paul and George gave me funny looks. I just smiled.
“The Beatles? They’re coming too?” Micky asked. Oh no…
“Yeah…is that okay? They like hanging with you guys.” I said.
“Not all of them,” Paul said out loud. I shot a glance at him.
“Shhh,” I whispered. Luckily, Micky didn’t hear.
“Yeah, it’s fine with me, I just hope Davy will still come.” Micky replied.
“Is he up?” I asked thinking maybe it would help if I talked to him, even though I very much doubted it.
“Um, yeah he just got out of the shower. Hold on…” I could hear Micky telling Davy that the phone was for him, not mentioning my name.
“Hello?” the English accent said. I felt nervous for some reason.
“Um, hi Davy,” I said. There was a pause before he spoke.
“Hi Olivia.”
“How are you?” I asked trying to carry on a normal conversation.
“Been better. You?”
“I’m good. Say, I was wondering if you wanted to get together tonight?” I asked him.
“Just me?” he asked surprised.
“No, all of us.” I said and with that got a look from George. I don’t think he liked me talking to Davy.
“Who’s us?” Davy asked knowing exactly who us was.
“Um, you guys, the girls, me, and….The Beatles.” Before he could object I continued, “We’d go to a party though so you wouldn’t even have to see them if you don’t want to. I just really want to see you guys before I leave.” I said.
“Where are you going?”
“On their tour with them.”
“Well, then why can’t you see us without bringing them. You’re with them all the time and now you’re going to leave with them. Can’t you take a break for a night?” He asked me. He had a good point, but I really wanted the Beatles with me. I loved those guys.
“I could, but, please Davy,” I pleaded. I felt guilty pleading with him like that because I know it would get to him because he still loved me, but I really wanted this. Another pause before he spoke.
“Fine, but I’m not going to be nice to them for you.” he stated. I smiled.
“Agreed, just no fights. Can you promise that?” I asked him.
“Yes. When is the party?” he asked. I explained that I would call him later in the day once the Beatles had found a ‘hip’ party to go to. Then we said our goodbyes. I hung up the phone feeling nervous still and feeling guilty.
“So are they coming then?” George asked. I nodded my head.
“I think I’m going to shower.” I said, just wanting to go and think.
“Okay, do you want me to come?” George asked. I smiled.
“Um, I just want to be alone for a little.” I said. Paul was looking at me because he knew something was wrong. And he knew it had to do with Davy. It swear, Paul knew me already. George had no clue other than I wanted some time to myself.
“Okay, I’ll be here when you get out.” George smiled. I smiled in return, still seeing Paul’s look. I just looked at him, turned around and went to take a shower.


The party the Beatles had found began at 9pm. So we left to go meet the Monkees at their place at around 8:15. It was an awkward moment, but we all soon got over it and headed to the party. Almost as soon as we stepped foot inside the door a girl was all over Paul. He began chatting her up and they moved out to the dance floor so I couldn’t see him. Oh well.
“Are you thirsty love?” George asked. I was kinda parched so I nodded, “I’ll be right back.” he said letting go of my hand to go get some punch, or whatever they were serving to drink. Brittany and Micky went off to dance. Same with Peter and Emily. Mike and Sara went off doing who knows what. And Ringo and John had found girls of their own, so Davy and I were left alone.
“Do you want to find a place to sit down?” Davy asked me.
“Sure,” I said as he began walking. The place was packed so I grabbed onto Davy’s shirt as to not lose him. I began feeling nervous again. What was this feeling? We found a place and sat down.
“I hope George finds us over here,” I said.
“He will,” was all Davy said. About 15 minutes passed and George hadn’t found us, either that or he got involved in something else. I decided to look for him being that Micky and Brittany had returned so Davy wouldn’t be alone. I began wondering around and finally made to the beverage area. George was nowhere to be found, and even better, I couldn’t see anyone I came with. Great, I thought to myself. I turned around and began to walk back to the couch when I spotted George. I walked over to him.
“Hey, what happened to you?” I asked him. He didn’t have drinks.
“Um, I got lost.” he said. I thought that was odd being that he was pretty much right next to the drink stand thing.
“They’re right over there George,” I turning and pointing. He grabbed my arm and I turned to face him.
“Olivia, I need to talk to you.” he said. I didn’t know what about but I agreed anyway. He led me to a quieter corner.
“What’s wrong George?” I asked.
“Um, I don’t know how to tell you this…” he hesitated. Now I was worried.
“Tell me what George?” I asked.
“Um, I don’t think I love you.” He said. I stood there and when the words spilled out of his mouth I felt like a dozen bricks just hit me.
“What?” I asked not understanding.
“I don’t think I love you. I think we should break up.” he said again. I didn’t know what to you. I wanted to cry. I just stood in silence.
“Are you okay?” He asked. Of course I wasn’t okay. Last night we shared romance and this morning he was fine. Now he doesn’t love me and wants to break up? What did I do?
“Um, yeah. I’ll be right back.” I said turning and just walking away. I headed over to the girls bathroom and I didn’t know if I was going so I could cry or think in the silence. I got there and it was crowded. There was no way I could get in. I turned around and for some reason I wanted to talk to Paul. He really listens when I talk to him and he always seems to make me feel better when I’m down. I began wondering to try and find him. Soon I spotted him over in a corner. I began walking over to him going over what had just happened and soon tears were coming down my face. I reached him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Paul-” I began. When he turned I noticed he was talking to the girl that he had gone off with. I felt even worse. Couldn’t talk to him.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you were with someone.” I said beginning to leave. Paul grabbed a hold of me.
“Hey, luv, you okay?” I nodded without facing him, “Hold on, Clarisse.” I heard him say as I walked away.
“Whoa, slow down Olivia. What’s wrong? Are you crying?” He asked forcing me to face him. I turned my face away wiping my tears.
“No. It’s okay. I just wanted to talk to you, but it’s fine.” I said.
“No we can talk, it’s okay.” he said. I didn’t feel like talking to him anymore. Especially since he was just with Clarisse or whatever her name was.
“No Paul, go back to you girlfriend, I’m fine.” and with that I pulled away and began walking away. He didn’t follow me. He knew I wanted to be alone, but he did call my name out once. I ignored him. I just wanted to leave. As I hurried my way to the door I ran right into Davy.
“Oh, sorry.” I said.
“Olivia, are you alright?” he asked, “It looks like you were crying.”
“No, I’m just tired. I’m trying to find the exit. I kinda just want to go home and sleep.” I said. I started to leave when things got even worse.
“Okay, but before you leave. I need to tell you something.” I stopped. Now what? What could he possibly have to say to me?
“What?” I asked turning around.
“Well, I just wanted you to know that I’m doing better.” he said.
“Doing better what do you mean?” I asked confused.
“I’m over you, Olivia. You were right. It was never meant to last. I don’t think I really loved you. I’m sorry.” he said. Once again, a ton of bricks hit me. Now, I don’t know if I was still secretly getting over Davy. Maybe I did still love him, but not the way I needed to. But when he said those words, it really hurt. Almost as much as when George said he didn’t want me. I couldn’t help myself, so I burst into tears. Davy ran over to me.
“Olivia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you would take it this way.” He said trying to comfort me.
“It’s not just you,” I sobbed, “George just said he didn’t want me either.” I cried into my hands. And with that, the weirdest thing happened.
“What? No, Olivia, I know George loves you. He really does.” I looked up at him through my blurred eyes.
“What?” I asked. Was Davy actually trying to make me stay with George?
“He loves you, I know he does. Just got talk to him.” he said.
“Davy, I just did. He just told me that he doesn’t love me and we just broke up.” I said tears continuing to fall. Davy looked as though he was going to die. I didn’t understand what was going on with him. He hated George! I couldn’t take this anymore.
“Davy, I’m sorry. I don’t know why you are sticking up for George, but I think you are wrong. And I just need to go. If was nice seeing you, and say bye to the others for me.” I said and with that I was out the door and into a cab. I arrived not back at the hotel, but back at my apartment. I just laid in bed, head in pillow, and cried. As much as I thought about the last couple of weeks, I couldn’t figure out why George or Davy would have done this. Did George know about Paul and my little affair? Or did he honestly just realize he never loved me? In thinking this, I began to realize how much I really cared for George and I began to feel horrible about what Paul and I had been doing. We hadn’t done anything but kiss, but it was Paul’s best friend and my boyfriend. I’ve never cheated before, and I know why. It’s wrong and it makes you feel like crap. I can’t see how Davy could ever do it to me. As I continued to weep, I heard a knock at me door. I sat up wondering who it could possibly be. I removed myself from my bed slowly and walked over to the door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Paul,”
“What do you want?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to let him in.
“I want to talk to you. I know what happened.” he said. I opened the door and walked back falling onto my bed and letting him shut the door.
“Olivia, I-” Paul began to say.
“If you are sorry, I don’t want to hear it. And if you’re here to see if we can get together, I don’t think right now is the time.” I said grabbing a Kleenex.
“Actually, I came for neither of those reasons.” he said. I looked at him.
“Then why did you come?” I asked.
“Because, I wanted to tell you that George does love you.” he said, but I could tell that that’s not what he wanted to be telling me.
“You too?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Well, after George said he didn’t want me. I ran into Davy who said the same thing. I couldn’t help myself and I began crying. I told Davy about George, and for some reason Davy began sticking up for George saying that George still loves me.” I said shaking my head in confusion.
“That’s because, George is Davy.” Paul said. I looked at him as if he was crazy.
“What? George is Davy? That doesn’t make sense.” I told him.
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Davy, or I mean, George, ran up to me and began telling me that he and Davy had switched bodies or something. I laughed in his face, but when I asked him something that Davy would NOT know, he knew it. He asked me to come tell you because you probably wouldn’t let him in.” Paul said knowing he sounded crazy. I actually believe him, because this has happened to me before, but I didn’t think it would happen with The Beatles. I didn’t say anything because Paul began talking again.
“He was scared that you might be having second thoughts about him and Davy and everything, so he thought he would tell you, as Davy, that he doesn’t love you. That way you wouldn’t think about Davy anymore and focus only on George. But then it turns out, Davy, as George, was trying to do the same thing thinking it would make you come back to him. Get it?” He asked with a worried look, hoping I understood. I smiled.
“Yeah, I get it. I believe you. This type of body switching thing has happened before. I just didn’t think it would happen with you guys.” I said. Paul sighed.
“That’s a load off, I thought you were thinking I was off me hook.” He said beginning to laugh at little at the situation. I laughed along with him and felt a million times better.
“That was smart of them to do that, but it was really the wrong people.” I said, not really knowing why.
“What do you mean?” Paul asked.
“Well, Davy isn’t the one that I’m thinking about other than George…” I said looking into Paul’s eyes. They were so brown and big. He smiled softly, understanding.
“True, but George has no idea, therefore it wouldn’t of happened anyway.” he said.
“Also true.” I replied, but then I got curious. “Would you have done that as him?” I asked.
“What, tell you that I didn’t love you?”
“Yes,”
“Um, I probably wouldn’t have thought about it, and if I had probably not.” He said. I didn’t know if I was sad or happy, “I mean, not to say I wouldn’t want to, but he’s me best friend and after we turned back, he’d had me ass.”
“I spose. I was just curious anyway.” I said, “Plus, it looks like you had a new love tonight.” I said changing the subject a bit.
“What? Clarisse?” he asked.
“Yeah, you were with he almost the whole night.” I said surprisingly not feeling angry or jealous. Maybe the feeling of losing George knocked some sense into me. Not saying I don’t have feelings for Paul anymore, because I do, very much. But maybe I won’t act upon them and just let things be for now. I’m with George, and if he ever found out, he would be crushed.
“Yeah, well it was nothing really. She was just interesting to talk with. Very intellectual.” he said. I nodded. I packed some bags for the tour coming up and Paul offered me a ride back to the hotel. When we got there, shortly after George, not as Davy, arrived. He told me how sorry he was and explained to me why he did it. I assured him that he didn’t have to worry about me thinking about other people, and he again apologized for thinking it. We went into our own room then and made-up, (make ups are always nice J ) and then fell asleep in each others arms. Tomorrow we had to get up at 6am for our flight out to Kansas City. Hopefully the craziness doesn’t follow us…..



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