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My alarm when off at 9:30am. I rubbed my eyes, turned off my alarm clock, and sat up. Today was the day. This was more
exciting than the concert. I was quite perky for that time of day and jumped out of bed. I took a shower and got dressed.
Today, I decided I would dress a little sexier. I had on my shortest jean mini-skirt, and a white tube-top. I put my hair
back, with a few strands hanging down across my bare shoulders and back. I put on my make-up and straw sandals. George called
back shortly after we hung up to tell me to bring my swimsuit so I put that in a bag and I grabbed my purse. The hotel was
about 10 minutes away, and it was only 10:40am. I decided to leave anyway, and be a little early. I made sure my door was
locked and headed to The Beatles hotel.
When I got there the hotel staff was very friendly in accommodating me to the Beatles room. I thanked them very much and
knocked on the door. The door opened.
“Mornin’ lovely.” John said looking me over once or twice. I blushed.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“No…not at all…” he said grinning a wicked grin and looking me over again. I just smiled and walked
in. He shut the door behind me.
“The bathrooms all yours Lennon!” I heard Ringo shout from the connected room to the right.
“Thanks, Ring,” he yelled back, “I’ll be right back luv. George is in getting ready as well. And
if you feel lucky, you could try and wake up Princess Macca over there.” He smirked and left the room. I looked over
to the only filled bed to see Paul sleeping soundly and snoring softly. I walked to the bed next to him and sat facing him.
He looked so sweet, innocent, and adorable. I carefully reached out and removed a piece of hair away from his face (why I
was so bold, I have no idea) so I could see him better. Just touching his face made my heart beat faster and my breath get
quicker. He stirred in my doing so, but didn’t wake. I sat there watching him sleep peacefully when I heard someone
come in. I turned to find George standing in the doorway smiling.
“Hello.” He said as he walked in. He had water dripping every so often from his just washed hair, and his clothing
consisted of a pair of dark jeans and a black button up shirt. I could smell him from where I was sitting and he smelled
really good. I returned the smile.
“Hi George.”
“Whatcha doing with Paulie here?” he asked. Crap. I don’t want to ruin things already. I thought quick
and thanked John mentally.
“John said if I felt lucky I could try waking up “Princess Macca”. I was debating on whether I wanted to
or not.” Nice cover up.
“Oh.” George laughed. “Well it’s a good thing I came in when I did, cuz he probably would’ve
thunked yeh one.” My eyes widened. Wow, what a sleeper! Soon John came back into the room with a can of shaving cream,
although it was obvious he had already shaved. Along with him came that same wicked grin. George smiled as well. I looked
at Paul and back at them. What were they exactly planning to do? John walked over next to me.
“What are you going to do to him?” I asked sympathetically for Paul. He just smirked and said,
“Don’t worry, little darlin’. It’ll be fun.” He opened the can of shaving cream and began smearing
it all over Paul’s face. I hoped he would wake up, but being the hard sleeper he was, he didn’t even stir. After
the cream was smeared everywhere, even on his eyes, John plucked out one of his own hairs. Oh, poor Paul….
“Now what are you going to do?” I asked again. Just then Ringo came in and as he saw what was going on he ran
and sat next to us as if this was a daily comedy show. Slowly and carefully John moved his hand towards Paul’s nose.
He took the hair and began tickling inside of Paul’s nose saying ‘wake up Princess Paulie’. Despite the
cruelties of the joke, I had to giggle. Soon Paul whipped his hand up in anger only to find shaving cream all over his face
and now hand. His creamy eyes popped open and they seemed to dig a knife into the hysterical John.
“What the bloody hell John!” he shouted, “this isn’t one damn bit funny!” No one replied. We
were laughing to hard, and although I felt even more sorry for him I couldn’t help myself. He just looked so funny.
Angrily he got up, shoved John, and went to the bathroom.
“You guys, he seems really mad.” I said, not laughing as much.
“Yeah, don’t worry Olivia. He always gets over it.” George said still laughing. Soon we heard the shower
running. They finished laughing and Ringo and George went back into the other room to finish getting ready. John flipped
on the TV.
“What do you know? It’s us!” He said sarcastically as a clip of their concert appeared on the morning
news. I smiled and watched the news with him. I wasn’t however watching it for long because Paul came out wearing
nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I don’t know if he forgot I was there or if he just didn’t care.
Whatever the reason be, I didn’t care. Paul had an incredible body. And he was still a little damp from the shower
so he was glistening a bit, which made him so much sexier. Put an amazing face, with an amazing body, with an amazing voice,
and you get the worlds sexiest…Paul McCartney. I couldn’t help but stare. At this moment I didn’t want
George. I wanted Paul. And I wanted him bad. This can’t be good. And if that wasn’t the worst part, I began
to think about things under his towel…
“Sorry, you have to see me like this.” I looked up and noticed Paul was talking to me. Gosh, I could get lost
in those big, beautiful, hazel eyes of his. “It’s seems I was too pissed off that I forgot to bring me clothes
in the bathroom with me.” I was wishing it were me he had brought in the bathroom… He gave John a look, but John
just chuckled.
“Oh…well, um…that’s okay.” I felt nervous and I was blushing. Great that’s all I needed.
And Paul could tell because he planted an enormous sly grin on his face, which made me blush even more.
“Looks like Paulie’s got a crush on our new friend here.” We turned to see John smirking at us. I thought
maybe Paul would get angry again, but he didn’t. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, you are incredibly beautiful.” He said and with that he turned and walked back to the bathroom. I was
stunned. Paul just said I was beautiful. To my face! George and Ringo walked back into the room. George sat next to me.
Some advice, don’t ever be in the same room with the two guys you’re most attracted to. Trust me, the day just
started and I’m already drooling over the both of them.
Although I adored Paul from the first time I laid eyes on him, I decided that if, I repeat if, I were to be with one, I would
have to listen to my mind and go with George instead of my heart and body, wanting to go with Paul. Many people say that
you should always go with you heart, because your mind plays tricks on you, and your heart it what feels things. But in this
case, I thought although I longed for Paul far more than George, George would be a better match. Paul was more charming, outgoing,
and attractive, but George had astonishing looks of his own and his social qualities were a lot like mine. Plus, Paul was
an obsessive girl lover like Davy, only 10 times worse. Not only because he flirted with more girls, but also because he’d
have sex with them as well. So I figured if anything were to happen with Paul, he’d probably end up fooling around
with other girls while with me. And by the way I felt about him already, if he ever did that to me I would be hurt immensely.
Besides, his interest in Brittany last night seemed to overpower his interest with me.
“So where are we going to eat?” Paul asked as he came out of the bathroom. His hair was neatly brushed forward
and he was wearing a white dress shirt and gray dress pants with his ‘Beatle Boots’. Just like George, he smelled
terrific. George looked at me.
“Well, you know this town better than we do. So what’s a good place to eat?” he asked as his stomach growled.
I laughed.
“What is everybody in the mood for?”
“Breakfast for me.” Paul said rubbing his stomach.
“Same here.” Said Ringo.
“I could go for lunch.” John and George agreed. I tried to think of a good breakfast/lunch/dinner restaurant.
“How about Baker’s Square? They have excellent food and about 50 some different pies.” I said.
“Sounds good to me. I love pie.” Ringo said as he licked his lips and grabbed a hat. John grabbed a pair of stupid
glasses and stuck on a mustache. Paul plopped a cowboy hat on his head and stuck on a mustache as well. George put on a
mustache and goatee. I forgot that they had to wear disguises.
“Let’s go, I’m starving.” George said. We decided to walk because it was so beautiful out and it
wasn’t too far away. We sat down at a table. It was round and the order went as followed: John, Paul, me, George,
and Ringo. I was in between them. This was going to be harder than I thought. I tried not to look at Paul too much, although
it was so very hard not to.
“So what are you going to have?” George asked me.
“Um, I think I’m going to have a pancake and maybe an egg or two.” He looked at me as if I was crazy.
“That’s all you’re going to eat? Have you already eaten today?” he asked.
“Yes and no. Why?”
“Wow, you don’t eat much.” He smiled. I smiled back.
“I think it’s plenty. I probably wont finish it all anyway. Usually when we go out, Peter ends up eating everything
I don’t.” I laughed thinking of Peter.
“No wonder you’re skinny.” Paul said, raising his long black eyebrows.
“Oh please,” I said, “I’m not skinny.” Paul laughed at me. He raised only his right eyebrow
this time.
“Whatever you say luv.” I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. Soon the waitress came to take our orders.
She seemed suspicious of the four English guys, but said nothing. As I predicted, I didn’t finish my breakfast and
had to laugh as they all picked off my leftovers.
“You’re like vultures.” They all looked at me and then began to laugh.
“Actually luv, it’s you who eats like a bird.” John said. Again I rolled my eyes. I sat there watching
and listening to them joke around. It was so weird. I hadn’t spent even a day with them, but I felt like I’ve
known them forever and vice versa. They were so friendly and normal (well as normal as they could get). After about 5-10
minutes of being with them you forget that they’re famous. They don’t act like it at all. They’re all
very down to earth. To me they were just four of the sweetest, funniest, cutest, and most fun guys to hang around with.
“Ready to head back?” George asked.
“ Yeah, whenever you are.” They paid the bill and we began to walk back to the hotel.
“Hey, we did rent the pool today for ourselves if you wanna go swimming later.” George informed me. Swimming?
Gosh I’d love too. I would see all of them in their swim trunks, although I already saw Paul in a towel…
“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” I replied, and he smiled.
“So, do ya got a one piece or two?” John asked me, being sick-minded again.
“Two.” John’s never disappearing wicked grin was back on his face and he rubbed his hands together.
“Don’t even think about anything John.” I teasingly warned him.
“Yeah” I heard George say softly.
“Plus, she’s with Davy remember?” Ringo reminded us all. I hadn’t thought about Davy once since yesterday.
“Oh yeah that’s right.” Paul said, “does he know you’re with us?”
“No.” I said, “He doesn’t need to know where I am 24 hours a day.”
“I guess, but he seems like the type who’ll get mad once he finds out you were with us all day without telling
him?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he will. But he shouldn’t. After all, I’m just hanging out with you guys, and we’ve
kinda been having problems again.”
“What kind?” George was interested again. I told them about Davy’s almost constant cheating and flirting.
I also told them how he tricked me into getting a makeover so I’d be prettier than his ex so he could forget about her.
“He tells me that I have to accept the way he is, that he loves me and when he’s ready to settle down it will
be with none other than me. But frankly I’m sick of just hanging around waiting for him. And how can I just accept
the fact that he’s a constant flirt? What I don’t understand is that, if he’s so head over heels in love
with me like he says, why would he even want to do the things he does with other girls?”
“I totally agree with you.” George said, “he sounds to me like he doesn’t deserve you.” I turned
and looked George into his eyes. I gave him a heart-warming smile and was returned with one.
“Are you two sleeping together then?” Paul asked. I turned to look at him, surprised by his question. I felt
odd talking about that with them, but I figured what the heck. They knew more about it than I did.
“Yeah. I figured that once we started sleeping together he wouldn’t be as flirty, you know? I lost my virginity
to him and he to me, and in my mind once you start sleeping with someone it becomes so much more meaningful.” For some
reason I looked at Paul. I continued, “Obviously he didn’t think the same way, because he continues to flirt.”
Paul just nodded his head, as if he didn’t think what Davy did was wrong. He probably didn’t. He’d probably
do the exact same thing. George on the other hand thought differently.
“That’s not right,” he said,” I mean, I admit we sleep around and stuff every once and a while, but
two of us are single, and I’m one of them. Plus, to be honest, when we’ve cheated on girlfriends in the past,
we didn’t really love them. I didn’t anyway. I guess I’m just trying to say that I agree with you. If
you are truly, deeply, in love with someone, there should be no need or want to fool around with another. And I know that
if I had a you as my girlfriend…I wouldn’t even look at another girl.” I was so touched. George was making
my earlier decision much easier.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes, really.” I smiled at him and lightly touched his hand. He smiled back. We made it back to the hotel and
headed back in the room. As soon as we walked in John said,
“Ready for a game of Blind Man’s Bluff in the pool?”
“Yeah!” Paul, George, and Ringo shouted. I just laughed and grabbed my suit. The pool was outside and it was
huge! They didn’t wait a second before they cannonballed into the pool. I took my time. I walked over to the stairs
and removed my towel and found Paul staring at me, and there was a look of interest in his eyes. I blushed, smiled at him
and stepped in.
“Okay, it’s always ladies first, so Olivia, I now dub ye Miss Blind Woman.” John said in a corny accent.
I laughed. He was so stupid, yet so funny.
“Alright then.” I turned around to the corner of the pool and began counting.
“Alright, I’m coming!” I yelled and turned around. This was going to be impossible. The pool was so big
and they could move anywhere once I got close. I wandered around forever when I suddenly bumped into someone. Why didn’t
they move when they saw me coming? I opened my eyes to find my face just inches away from Paul’s. I wanted to kiss
him right there and then.
“Guess you found me luv.” He said very softly. He looked straight into my eyes.
“Yeah, guess so-whoa!” His deep and intense look made my knees weak and I began to fall. He wrapped his arms
around me and caught my fall underwater. His hands were very strong and they felt so good around my waist. I wanted to stay
like that forever. He pulled me close enough so that our bodies were touching, once again my heart beat faster and my breathing
was deeper. I almost fell again. Gosh, he was making this so hard again. He laughed and softly said,
“Are you alright?”
“Ah, yeah. Thanks. Um, I think I just stepped into the deeper part, and wasn’t expecting it.”
“Oh, I see.” He smiled, slowly nodded his head and raising those eyebrows again, as if he knew something I didn’t.
“Well, be careful then, luv.” He then said and swam over to the others wrestling at the other end and told them
he was caught. Why was he smiling like that? I looked behind me and noticed that I was well into the 5ft. area and the 7ft.
was a ways ahead. That’s what he knew and I didn’t, which means he knew I was not telling the truth. Luckily
no one else heard or saw and we finished our game. John, ironically, ended up finding the most people in the less amount
of time. They splashed around a bit while I tried to tan. I didn’t get far though cuz whenever I would shut my eyes
one of them would splash a huge amount of water on me. When we got sick of swimming, we returned back to the room. I looked
at the clock, which read 5:15pm. Davy and the others were probably wondering where the heck I was. Oh well. The others
went to the other room to change out of their suits so I went into the bathroom in Paul and John’s room and began changing.
I had just finished putting on my bra when suddenly someone opened the door. I spun around immediately.
“Oh my gosh! I’m soo sorry.” George said turning a bright shade of red. “I didn’t know you
were…” his words slowed and faded away as he stood in the doorway just looking at me.
“God, you’re beautiful.” This was the second time a Beatle told me I was beautiful today. First Paul and
then George.
“Thanks.” I said. I should’ve been embarrassed, and at first I was. But after he said that the flood of
embarrassment seeped away.
“What are you guys doing?” I heard John say as he came into his room.
“Nothing.” George said quickly and shut the door. After I came out they decided we would watch TV for a while.
George was sitting by me on Paul’s bed, Ringo and Paul and John’s, and John on the floor. George was looking
at me, and he spoke softly.
“Sorry again about earlier. But what I said was true. You are so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl
I’ve ever seen. Truly.” I turned my attention away from the TV and looked at him. He was being so sweet. Again,
I touched his hand softly.
“Thank you. And don’t worry about earlier, it didn’t really bother me.” I smiled and whispered back.
From the corner of my eye I spotted Paul looking over at us, except this look was different. It wasn’t like his earlier
‘I’m interested’ looks. It was a look of defeat or disappointment. I couldn’t really tell, but at
that moment I didn’t care.
“Um, do you want to get outta here? Like take a walk down to the park or something?” he asked still whispering.
I took that as meaning we’d be alone, and I was glad. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the others, but being alone
with George seemed like a really nice idea.
“Yes, I’d love that.” I answered him.
“Okay.” He grinned and grabbed my hand helping me off the bed.
“Where yeh going?” John asked. Ringo and Paul looked over to us.
“We’re just going to go for a little walk to the park. We’ll be back.”
“When are you coming back? Before dinner I hope?”
“Yeah, we’ll be back before 6pm alright? And while we’re gone decide what we’re going to do for supper.”
“Alrighty mate. Bring a jacket kids cuz it’s getting dark and cold. They say it might rain.” John said
acting like a mother, “and most of all…have a good time.” There was that grin again. George grabbed a jacket
and followed me out. As he shut the door I heard him tell John to sod off.
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