I've Just Seen A Face

It was early afternoon when Paul left my apartment. After he left I pulled myself together enough to go drop off all the clothes at the Donation Center. It was hard to keep my pain from showing, but I made it until the drive home. I had the radio on as always and as I turned on the car, ‘The Night Before’ was playing. I began crying right away and shut the radio off. I drove home with only the noise of my sniffles. As I got home I just laid in bed and cried, then I started thinking. I wasn’t sure if I would be ready to hang out with The Beatles tonight, but I thought I’d call later on, at least to see how George was. I didn’t really ask if he was okay when Paul told me he was sick earlier. I felt bad about that, because he was my boyfriend, but I also noticed that George hadn’t called me either at all. Paul would’ve been back to the hotel by now (unless he went somewhere different), and he told me he was going to tell the other guys that I wasn’t feeling good. I didn’t end up calling at all that day nor did I get a call from them. I was too busy trying to figure out what I was going to do. As I had done in the past I began to look at the positives and negatives of each one, but that quickly went away, because it was obvious who won. Why did I put myself through this every time? I was in love with Paul. It was too early for deep love, but I was definitely in the early stages of love. And as I thought about George, I suddenly felt nothing. Nothing at all. No giddiness at the thought of his face, so warmth at the thought of his kiss, nothing. I stopped crying and realized something that made my decision very clear. I didn’t have feelings for George anymore. They just seemed to disappear. I don’t think I ever loved George, but I did really care for him and thought there might have been a chance of love in the future. And now it was gone. I didn’t want a love with George, I wanted it with Paul. I smiled thinking of when I first visited their hotel, and how Paul came out in his towel and then told me I was beautiful. I was so shocked. Then I thought of playing Blinds Man Bluff later that day, and how when we were inches apart my knees went weak and he caught me. How could I have been so blind? I really was the ‘Blind Woman’, as John said. The signs were there all along. I had a crush on him before I ever met him, and once I did, there was such an attraction between us that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Yes, he made me angry and jealous at times, but he was only doing what was right. We weren’t together, so he wasn’t restricted on anything. I then remembered all the feelings of jealously I had felt with him the last 6 months or so, and it brought back to my attention that it may not work. I almost began crying again, but the smarter half said that the keyword in that statement was may. There is a chance things will just be horrible, but at least then I’ll know. As of now, I don’t know what Paul really is like as a boyfriend. I just conjured up my own conclusions, by things that I’ve heard and read. Paul was a girl chaser. But maybe Paul and I could be different, from any other one of our relationships. I had noticed that I hadn’t cried for the last 10 minutes, and was still smiling at the thought of Paul. I had decided. I was going to take a chance, and go for Paul. Tomorrow, I would call the Beatles and tell Paul the good news, and share the bad with George.

It was around 11pm, when I gave the Beatles a call. John answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, John.” I said.
“Oh, hey there, luv, how are you? Feeling better I hope.” he asked. I smiled.
“Much. How’s George?” I asked purposefully not asking to talk to him.
“Doing better, he just has a bad cold. Wanna talk to him?” he asked.
“Um, yeah, but, is it okay if I come over there? I kinda need to talk to him about other things too.” I said.
“Oh, sure. Is everything alright?”
“Oh yeah, I just don’t like talking over the phone all the much.” I said.
“I see. Well, yeah, come on over. We’re in our pjs still, but I’m sure you don’t mind.” John said laughing. I smiled.
“No not at all.” I said. We said our goodbyes and I headed over to the hotel. I knocked at their door and John let me in.
“Hey, Olivia,” Ringo said.
“Hi Ringo. Hi Paul.” I said looking over at Paul. He looked at me and smiled only a little.
“George is in the bathroom he’ll be right out.” Paul told me and turned back to the TV. I was excited inside to tell him the good news. He had no idea.
“Hey, luv, how are you?” George asked as he came towards me. He gave me a little kiss.
“Good, yourself? I heard you were sick, or rather, are.” I said correcting myself.
“Yeah, I’ll manage.” He said smiling, “Wanna watch this movie with us? It just started.” He suggested. I looked at Paul who wasn’t even paying attention to us and so I turned back to George.
“Can we go talk?” I asked him quietly so the other’s wouldn't hear. He looked confused but led the way into the room next door, taking my hand. I looked back at Paul, who was paying attention now. He probably thought we were going to go make out or something. I was beginning to feel bad about what was going to happen. Not that I thought I was making a mistake, but because George had no idea I was going to dump him for his best friend. We walked into the room and George shut the door. Suddenly, everything was different. This wasn’t the hotel room. I turned and found Paul, John, and Ringo standing behind us. We were suddenly all in the same room.
“What the hell is going on?” John asked freaked out. We seemed to all be in a huge master bedroom of some sort, so we opened the door the check out the rest of the area. When we opened the door, and peeked out, we saw something that I think almost killed the Beatles. There in the living room was myself, Davy now, and Davy older, along with the girls and the rest of the Monkees. John shut the door and I felt eight eyes on me.
“Olivia, what’s going on?” George asked. I half smiled.
“Um, we’re in the future?” I said as all four mouths dropped open.
“How the hell did that happen? We were just watching TV.” John said. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I never know how it happens, it just does.” I said looking at all the Beatles. As I looked at Paul, I swear he just scratched himself. Why are guys like that? This time it was weird though, because he made a confused look on his face. Maybe he didn’t realize that he just touched his self in front of 4 people. I turned back around and opened the door. The Beatles followed me out to the living room.
“You guys are here!” Brittany exclaimed as we came near.
“Yeah, how long have you been here?” I asked her.
“Not very long. Maybe half hour. We’re just visiting with old you and Davy.” She said. The future is always different when we come, and this time I was married to Davy. It was pretty awkward because Davy and I weren’t currently dating, but yet we were married. Young Davy was just looking at me, as if he knew we would become this way yet. I didn’t.
“Well, Olivia and I have to get going, we’re meeting some friends, so just make yourselves comfortable.” Old Davy said. We all agreed and soon we were all alone in Davy and my house.
“This is really creepy,” John said. I don’t think The Beatles believed it yet.
“It gets better,” Sara told him. He just smiled. I noticed more movement towards Paul and looked over at him. Again he was touching himself, but not scratching, grabbing.
“What the hell?!” He said and he jumped back.
“Um, Paul, what are you doing? That’s kinda gross…” Brittany said looking at him disgustedly.
“I’m not doing it.” he said. We all just looked at him like he was crazy.
“If you need to wack off Paul, go in the bathroom or something…” John said softly to him, but yet so we could all hear.
“Sod off John, I don’t need to wack off. It’s not me!” Paul said frustrated. We all found places to sit and did just that. Sit. No one really talked. But we were entertained nevertheless, because Paul began sliding his butt across the floor, like a dog. We all laughed.
“Paul what the hell is your problem, does that feel good?” George asked. Paul, still carpet scooting, frowned.
“Would I seriously do this?? It’s not me!!!” He said trying to stop himself. It looked really weird, because you could tell he was trying to stop but yet he kept going. Finally, he did stop.
“Jeez, finally.” He said frustrated. He began to get up, when he sat down right away again, and began feeling himself again. This time he just groaned, not out of pleasure, but out of annoyance.
“Yuck, stop it!” Emily screeched.
‘We all know you’re a horny boy Paul, but seriously…” Brittany said. Now Paul was mad.
“IT”S NOT ME.” he said again emphasizing every word as if we hadn’t understood him before. It was really funny, because he was just sitting there have a conversation with us and grabbing himself at the same time.
“Why the hell would I be doing this? I’ve never done it before. I think there are ghosts in here or something, because I can feel hands taking control of me.” he said looking around, still touching himself. Again, he began to carpet scoot which was just hilarious. Then he stood up and broke into dance. This lasted for quite a while, when finally he stopped for good. I believed him when he said that it wasn’t him. I cannot picture him doing that normally.
“Oh, thank the Lord.” He said as he sat in chair next to George. I looked at them both, and decided I was going to keep my secret until after we got back. It wouldn’t effect Paul that much, but I don’t want to tell George when he won’t be able to escape me for a while. We all again, just sat around when we heard the front door opening. We thought maybe myself and Davy were back, but instead a rather young girl, probably 19, who resembled myself walked into the living room. The only difference was her clothing. She was wearing a very short mini skirt and low cut tight tank top. Was this my provocative daughter?
“Whoa, mom?” She said coming nearer to me. She turned and spotted Davy.
“Dad? What’s going on?” she asked really confused. We all looked at each other not knowing what to tell her.
“Um, yeah, your parents aren’t home to explain this, and it sounds crazy, but, uh, we’re from the past….” Davy said ready for her to laugh in his face. She didn’t.
“Oh, yeah, you, or dad and mom told me about how this used to happen. This is weird…” She said looking at us all, She turned to face Paul and John, who were looking at her rather lusciously.
“Oh, hello.” Said walking and sitting next to Paul on the couch. Paul smiled flirtatiously.
“Hello, I’m Paul McCartney. And you are?” He asked holding out his hand.
“Christie Jones,” She said giving Paul her hand. He kissed it not taking his eyes off of her. Is this happening? Paul is flirting with my daughter? I couldn’t believe it. Here I was going to tell him how I was in love with him, and he’s flirting right in front of me. And not just with anyone, my daughter!! They didn’t take there eyes off of each other.
“Do you wanna see my room?” She asked, and it was obvious they were not going to go look at her room. I was mad.
“Yeah,” he replied lifting up those stupid eyebrows of his. Thankfully Davy said what I wanted to, just a little different.
“Um, Paul I don’t want to making out with my daughter.” Davy said. Paul just looked at him.
“We’re not going to make out, we’re going to look at her room.” He said winking at her and making her smile big.
“Plus, your technically not my dad yet, sorry.” she said and took Paul’s hand leading him to her bedroom, which was only a few doors down.
“What a slut.” Brittany said after the door shut, “No offence you too. And I mean both of them, not just your daughter.”
“I hear you.” I said still pissed. I cannot believe him. We heard noises coming from the bedroom, and I wanted to barge in there to stop them. I’m glad I didn’t because Paul got what was coming to him. Soon a shriek was heard accommodated by a scream from Paul. We all looked that direction and John was in the view.
“John, what the bloody hell?” George asked. We all began laughing. John was a girl!! As we laughed Paul jumped out of the room, also a girl. Christie, was not seen, but heard.
“What’s wrong with you!?” She asked, “You’re a girl!! Eww, eww, eww!” She said and shut her door.
“What’s going on here!?” Paul shouted and then saw John.
“You too!” he pointed the two of them freaked out a bit and we all just laughed at them.
“Serves you right for making out with my daughter.” I said. Paul looked over at me, and he wasn’t smiling. Neither was I.
“Hey, let’s make you really look like girls!” Brittany said standing up, “Come on Olivia. You take John I’ll take Paul.”
“Oh no, I don’t want Olivia, I don’t trust her.” John said. I sneered kiddingly at him.
“Fine, you take Paul I’ll take you, John,” Brittany said grabbing John. I grabbed Paul rather harshly, he was shocked.
“Whoa,” he said as I pulled him along following Brittany. Brittany said we were going to put make-up on them, dress them up, and shave their legs. I laughed. This was gonna be fun. They two complained, but they had no choice. I wanted to see Paul go through a little torture. We finished the make-up and Brittany handed them each a razor.
“Begin shaving boys,” Brittany said smirking. Paul whined, but began. John on the other hand didn’t.
“I’m not bloody shaving me legs.” he said. Brittany tried to get him to do it, but being John, he didn’t. Paul on the other hand, had nice smooth legs, on the bottom half anyway. Then we went and borrowed some of Christie’s clothes. She was over it and told Paul she was using him for sex and that although it never got to that, the making out was good before he turned into a she. We returned to the living room to surprise the other’s with Paula and Julia. Everyone thought it was hilarious. I took my place next to George, and just kept looking at Paul. He looked at me with sad eyes.
“What’s wrong Paula?” George asked laughing.
“I was being used.” he said sadly.
“So, you use girls all the time.” Brittany said.
“I know, but I’ve never felt like a girl before. You birds are really emotional.” Paul said.
“Ya, and I’ve never been attracted to everyone in the room before.” John said making a disgusted face. Paul looked over at him.
“I know what you mean.” he complained. I never even thought that since they were part guy part girl that they would be attracted to both sexes.
“So, who all do you like here?” Brittany asked interested. Neither answered.
“Come one, we know you aren’t really gay. Pick two girls and two guys.” Brittany said.
“Uh, Sara, Olivia…..Mike and Paul.” John said making a face when he got to the men, especially Paul. The two of them for some reason have always felt weird touching each other at all, in fear people would think they were gay. Paul and Micky made faces as well as the rest of us.
“Okay, Paul…”
“Olivia, Brittany, John," he stopped. This time it was John's turn to make the face. Paul continued, "and…Davy.” He said really disgusted. We all laughed.
“Help me get this crap off.” John whined to Brittany. She obliged and took him away. Paul looked at me.
“Me too?” he asked. I got up and we went to a different bathroom since we would also be needing the sink. I shut the door, and then found a rag.
“I’m sorry.” he said. I looked back at him.
“For what?” I asked casually. He made a face,
“What do you think? For going off with your daughter.” He said. I was still mad so I didn’t forgive him.
“You know Paul, you can’t keep flirting and making out with girls and then come saying your sorry and be forgiven every time. It doesn’t work that way.” I said and began scrubbing his face. Although I didn’t want to, it was cute that way he scrunched his face like a little kid.
“The only reason I went with her is because she looked almost identical you know, and she’s the closest thing I have right now.” he said trying to open his eyes, but shut them quickly. At first what he said sounded sweet, but I wasn’t going to give in this time.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve already decided.” I said. This time he opened his eyes although I could tell the soap stung.
“Would you shut those till I’m done?” I said.
“sorry,” he said shutting them as I wiped the soap off.
“Okay,” I said and he opened them again. I rinsed the rag to get it wetter and began working on the foundation and such.
“What do you mean you’ve decided?” he asked.
“Well, I told you I needed to think, and I did.”
“And?” he asked very curious, and hopeful. Too bad his bubble was going to be shot down.
“And, I’ve realized that I don’t have feelings for George so I’m going to end it. Don’t you dare say anything to him.” I said warning him.
“I wont I promise.” He said. He grabbed my hands and stopped them from scrubbing. He put the rag down on the counter holding onto my hands, bringing them down to his lap as he held them. I looked him, and noticed he was no longer girl/Paul. He was totally him.
“So what’s going on with us?” he asked. My heart leaped. I know what I decided and nevertheless I still am going with it, but after what I saw tonight he was going to have to suffer a little.
“Nothing.” I said simply. His expression changed to shock, but he continued to hold my hands.
“Nothing? I thought-” he stopped confused.
“Yeah, well, I don’t think it’s gonna work. So I’m just going to be a single girl again.” I said shrugging. Inside I was crying because I came so close to expressing my feelings for him, but he had to ruin it.
“Are you serious?” He asked, hoping I wasn’t. I pulled my hands from his and continued to wipe his makeup off. I had to something to keep from crying again.
“Yes.” I said. As I wiped his face I glanced at his actual face rather than the make-up on it and he looked like somebody just died. His eyes were so sad as he stared down at the hands that were once holding mine. I felt sad, but shook it out of my head. I’ll tell him eventually, just not now.
“All done.” I said moving away from him and opening the door. I held it open for him as he walked out and he didn’t even look at me nor spoke as he left. After he was gone I just looked at myself in the mirror wondering why my life was so screwed up, or why I was screwed up. A few tears fell down my cheeks, but I brushed them away. It was getting late so we all found our own bedrooms, thankfully this was one of the shorter future trips. I went to sleep as always, thinking of Paul and when we woke up, it was only George, me, John, Ringo, and Paul sleeping on the floor of their hotel room.

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