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The ringing of my phone ended up waking me at 10:30 the next morning. Tiredly I rolled over to answer it.
“Hello?” I said in a groggy voice.
“Where were you yesterday?” Davy returned with a not-so-friendly tone.
“Well, good morning to you too, honey.” I said sarcastically. I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet and the problems
for today had already started.
“Where were you Olivia?” he demanded again.
“What are you talking about?” I asked even though I knew exactly what he was talking about. I guess it was habit.
“I tried calling three different times yesterday. Finally I ended up calling Brittany, Sara, and Emily. They had no
clue where you were either. So I want to know where you were and why you didn’t tell anyone.”
“First of all, I don’t have to tell you guys where I’m going every time I go out. But since you asked,
I was at the Radison.” I answered, prepared for the fight to come. Still, I tried to remain calm for as long as possible.
Which didn’t last long…
“The Radison? Why were you there?” I could tell he knew why but just wanted me to admit it. I could also hear
the anger in his voice.
“The Beatles invited me to hang out with them since it was their day off. And today they wanted to know if yo-“
“You were with the Beatles all day? Alone? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked suspiciously.
“I already told you. I don’t have to tell you everywhere I go. And to be honest, I knew that if I told you,
you wouldn’t let me go. And well, I wanted to. He also called at like 1:30 in the morning so I figured you’d
be sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up. Davy why are y-“
“He called? Who’s he?” He cut me off again, which made me upset.
“George. Why, what’s the problem Davy?” I said angrily.
“What do you think Olivia?! George was making eyes at you all night long, and you weren’t doing anything but
the same.” I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he was on a roll. “Then he calls you at, 1:30 in the morning
did you say? And he asks you if you want to “hang” with them. And you did without telling me or anyone!”
He shouted. I shouted back at him,
“What’s the point Davy!? Nothing happened! I went over to their hotel to get to know them as friends! Just
let it be! You always get jealous for no reason.”
“For no reason! FOR NO REASON!! I’ve got a perfectly good reason. You like George. That is why you went over
there. I could tell you liked him ever since you laid eyes on him at the party on the concert night. You know, it’s
funny really, here I was worried about Paul hitting on you and flirting, when really, I needed to worry about you putting
the moves on George! And the worst part is, you don’t even feel guilty. I bet you were going to go see him again,
and not tell me.” I clenched my teeth together in anger. I was also on the verge of crying.
“Davy what exactly do you know about what I feel?” I couldn’t control it any longer, and tears began flowing
from my eyes. “I mean really. Think about it Davy. How many times have I expressed my hurt when you mess around with
other girls? How every time, you continue right after as if I was encouraging you instead of begging you to stop. And yet,
through all the pain I’ve suffered from being with you, I care about you enough to stay with you and accept your ninth
proposal. Oh, and speaking of proposals, who is the one who cuts it off every time? Obviously you don’t know anything
about what I feel. If anything, I should be the one confused about your feelings.” He didn’t respond. “And
just so you know. I wasn’t going to go see them. I was trying to tell you earlier that they were going to come here
to hang with you guys and the other girls. But you wouldn’t listen. It seems you were too eager to accuse me of things.”
“Olivia, I don’t mess around with other girls on purpose to hurt you. And despite what you think I’m getting
better and I do listen to you when you talk to me.” I didn’t want to answer him, so I sat in silence until he
talked again. “You can also tell the Beatles that they can forget about their stupid little visit. I don’t want
them here.”
“Well then you can leave. But I’m sure that the others will want them over and I going to come over again also.”
There was silence on the other line. I decided to use this time to cool down and wipe my wet eyes. I wish he would say something.
I hated not knowing what he was thinking in these situations.
“Davy? Are you still there?” I asked sniffing.
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do then? I told them to come over when their Press Conference was done.”
“I’ll stay.” He said unwillingly.
“Davy, you don’t have to.”
“No, I’m going to.” He said, “What time are they coming?”
“George said around 3pm.”
“Alright, bye.” He said and hung up. I hung up the phone angry again. I knew exactly why he was going to stay.
He wanted to watch me and make sure I didn’t do anything. Angrily, I got up and got myself ready. I watched TV until
about 2:30pm and then walked to the Monkees’. Thank God, my friends were already there. As I came in and sat down
no one really said anything. It seemed like everyone knew about what happened. At around 3:10 there was a knock at the door.
Micky jumped up off the couch and walked to the door. It was The Beatles.
“Hey guys.” John said as they walked in. Everybody except for Davy said hi. Davy just glared at George. George
nervously looked over at me as if to get a clue to what was going on. I just shook my head slightly in such a manner as to
say ‘I’ll tell you later.’
“So what are we going to do?” Brittany asked looking over to Paul. He smiled at her.
“I don’t know. We were thinking maybe we could just hang out here for a bit, get something to eat, and then hit
a party. It’s up to you guys though.” John said. Everyone agreed to his plans. Once again we talked about different
things and got to know each other better. During this time Paul and Brittany started to play their flirtatious game of smiles
and looks. Micky watched carefully.
“Do you guys know how to play the ball game?” Peter asked. Laughing, Ringo said,
“No we don’t. What’s the ‘ball game’?” Peter explained the rules and they tried it.
John and George were better at it than Paul and Ringo. They decided it was enough of that after about a half-hour, and we
went back to chatting. It was about 4:40, when Paul spoke up.
“Do you want to get something to eat now? I’m getting kinda hungry.”
“Yeah, I’m getting hungry too.” Peter said. We went to Chiles, and this time I was seated in between George
and Davy. I think I’d rather be back between Paul and George.
“So when are you guys leaving?” Brittany asked.
“Next Saturday night.” Paul replied sitting next to her.
“Awesome! Then we can do this more!” she smiled very flirtatiously at Paul. I couldn’t imagine why she
was doing this with Micky sitting on the other side of her. I looked over at Micky who was giving Paul an icy glare. Paul
ignored the looked and smiled right back at Brittany. Jeez. I still felt bothered by how he kept flirting with her. I tried
to ignore it. We ate our meal in somewhat silence, and afterwards The Beatles led us to a party nearby. This party was different
than the hotel/after concert party. There were many more people, louder music, and more alcohol and drugs. We sat around
for a bit and The Beatles began to smoke. It was the first time they smoked around me since I met them. John, however was
not smoking a cigarette, he was smoking pot. I crinkled my nose in disgust. Cigarettes were bad enough. I looked over at
George who was looking sweetly at me. My disgust turned to a simple smile. It wasn’t a flirtatious or sexy smile in
any way. Just a smile. Davy took it the wrong way. He stood up and grabbed my arm.
“Davy, what are you doing?” I said pulling away from his grasp.
“Let’s dance.” He said looking at George and then at me.
“Fine.” I said glaring at him. Just as I figured, he brought me to a different part of the party.
“Why did you pull away like that?” he asked me.
“You scared me. I didn’t know what you were doing.” I told him.
“Yeah, but why did you do it in the way you did?” There wasn’t any anger in his voice, only sadness.
“Davy what do you mean?” I asked seriously confused.
“You did it like you were grossed out or something. Like you didn’t want me touching you.”
“No, Davy, that’s not it at all. I just didn’t know what you were doing is all.” The song changed
to ‘Unchained Melody’ and we got closer for the slow dance. I laid my head on his shoulder trying not to think
about earlier today.
“Do you honestly like him? He asked. I lifted my head up and looked into his eyes. I could see both anger and hurt.
I didn’t know whether to be honest or not. “Do you?” he asked me again.
“Umm…” I started to say lifting up my shoulders.
“You do. I knew it.” He said, the anger coming through again. He pushed me arm length away.
“Davy, I didn’t even say anything.” I defended myself.
“Exactly. All you said was ‘um’. If you really didn’t like him you would’ve said ‘no’
right away without thinking.”
“Davy, that doesn’t mean anything.” I said getting angry.
“Yes it does. And I want to know what you guys did.”
“What do you mean, ‘what we did’?”
“When you were with them. I know you did something and I want to know what it was right now. No more lies Olivia.
What did you guys do?” I pulled away from him completely. Although I did kiss George, his lack of trust angered me.
I've never done anything close to this before and it’s not like I had sex with him, or anything close. It was just
a kiss.
“Don’t you trust me at all?” I asked and was hurt when he didn’t answer my question.
“What did you do?” he asked again instead.
“You really want to know?” I asked him testily.
“Yes.”
“I kissed him.” I can’t believe I told him, but in a way was glad to shove that in his face.
“You what?” he asked angrily.
“I kissed him. He lent me some of his clothes because I was soaking wet, and I thought it was nice of him. So I gave
him a kiss.” I said. There was that half lie again.
“Did you use your tongue?”
“No.” I knew I was lying, but I figured this was enough of an argument right now.
“You’re lying.”
“You know what Davy? Why even ask me these questions, if every answer I give you is a lie?” I challenged him.
“Uh, forget it. I don’t even want to talk to you right now.” I said and left to go back with the others.
As I returned I noticed our group had gotten smaller since Davy and I left. All that was left was Micky and George. I sat
down next to George.
“Where’s Brittany?” I asked.
“I didn’t want to dance anymore, cuz I’m not feeling so good. But she wanted to dance and went off dancing
with Paul.” Micky answered bothered.
“Oh.”
“Where’s Davy?” George asked.
“Who knows.” I replied, “ he was pissing me off so I left.”
“Yeah, um, I noticed he seemed a little angry by the way he kept glaring at me. Are you going to tell me now what’s
going on?” George said.
“Yeah, he thinks something happened between us…”
“Oh, I see.” He nodded. We didn’t want to talk about it any further because Micky was sitting right with
us. We sat quiet for a little. Micky ended up going to find Brittany. I guess he didn’t trust her with Paul. Or more
likely, he didn’t trust Paul with Brittany. Jeez, Paul really knew how to stir up the boyfriends.
“I beginning to think this group thing wasn’t such a hot idea.” George said.
“Ya, I think I have to agree with you.” Eventually, everyone but Davy returned. It was getting late so we all
decided to leave. Before leaving I turned to George and the other Beatles.
“I’m really sorry about this guys. I really thought it would be fun…” I felt terrible. They probably
were angry or annoyed with me.
“No, we had a good time.” Paul said. ‘Well you probably did, being with Brittany and all’ I thought
half-jealous.
“Yeah, Olivia it was fun.” George said. I knew he was lying, but he was just trying to be nice, so I smiled and
said goodbye.
I began getting into my pjs when someone knocked on my door. I walked over and opened it to find George standing there.
“George? What are you doing?”
“Hi.” He said. “May I come in?”
“Sure.” He walked in. I turned around to face him when he began to kiss me. I didn’t pull away; instead
I moved closer to him. I don’t know if I continued because of my anger with Davy and jealously of Paul’s attention
towards Brittany, but didn’t matter. Kissing him felt so good. Again I forgot about all the problems that occurred
that night. Our kiss got deeper and deeper and we moved towards my bed. Soon George was on top of me trying to get my skirt
down. At first I didn’t let him. We continued to kiss and began showing our affections in more way than one. George
untucked my shirt and moved his hands upward and across my bare stomach. Things we just starting to heat up when my phone
rang. Stupid phone! We tried to ignore it, but whoever was on the other line wouldn’t hang up. It must’ve been
important.
“George,” I breathed, “I have to get it.” I pushed him off, and picked up the phone. Regaining my
breath back I said hello.
“Olivia?” Was this who I thought it was? It sounded like Paul. Why in the world was he calling me?
“Um, yes…”
“Uh, this is Paul. Is George over there by any chance?” I felt awkward talking to him. Not only because of my
secret feelings for him, but also because I knew he knew what George and me were up to.
“Um, yeah, do you need to talk to him?”
“No, I just wanted to make sure that’s where he was. Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
“Um, that’s fine.”
“Okay, ta”
“Bye, Paul.” I turned back to George laying puzzled on my bed. I told him Paul was just checking up and we began
to kiss again. To clear up everything, I didn’t sleep with George. We just, did the ‘Big O’ if you remember…Again
we were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I really needed to turn that off.
“If it’s Paul again, I’m going to kill him” George mumbled rolling off of me so I could answer it.
“Hello?”
“Uh, hi again.” It was Paul. I kinda wished he would go away.
“Hi Paul.” I said annoyed.
“Sorry to bother you again, but I just thought you should know that Davy is on his way over there.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, he called here looking for you and George. He said he’s going to check your place.” Oh my gosh.
I couldn’t believe this. I whispered to George what was going on, and right away he jumped up and into my closet.
“Thanks Paul” KNOCK KNOCK! “Sorry Paul, I have to go!” I said and hung up the phone. I slipped on
a robe and opened the door. Davy walked right in.
“Where is he?”
“Where is who?” I asked.
“You know who. Where is George?” he demanded and began searching my apartment.
“Davy he’s not here.” I said and he looked straight into my eyes. Involuntarily my eyes shifted to the
closet for a split second.
“You’re lying.” He walked right over and opened my closet door to find George in his underwear.
“Hi, Davy.” George said. Davy grabbed George’s arm and yanked out of my closet and threw him on my bed.
“He’s not here huh? You’re not doing anything huh?!” he began to raise his voice, “I can’t
believe you!!”
“What? You can’t believe what?! That for once I have feelings for another guy besides you! One guy Davy! One
guy in the whole two years we’ve been together! You have feelings for a different girl every week! How do you think
I feel!?” I yelled back. He just stared at me.
“I’m leaving.” He said.
“Good!” I yelled as he slammed the door. George and I just stood there.
“Um, I think I’m going to go.” He said. I didn’t say anything. He began to put his clothes back
on.
“I’m sorry I got you into trouble…” he began.
“It’s not you’re fault. I’m so confused right now. Anyway, it was worth it.” I said smiling
at him. He smiled back.
“Well I’ll see you later then.” He leaned down and gave me a goodbye kiss.
“Bye, George.”
“Bye.”
After he left I began thinking about what had just happened. I started to cry. I was so confused and I didn’t know
how to help myself figure things out. Like every time before, in the end I was thinking of Paul. And this made me cry even
more. I wish I had just gone with him in the first place. Who knows what could’ve happened? I thought that maybe
being with George would make me forget about Paul, and concentrate more on my feelings for him. As much as I wish it were
possible, it wasn’t, because when I looked deep in my soul, it was Paul that I longed for, wanted, and needed. I knew
I was already falling in love with him and there wasn’t anything that could stop that, but there was no way I was going
to tell anyone or let alone, let him know. It wouldn’t matter anyway. He could never feel the same way about me as
I do him. I buried my head in my pillow and the tears flowed more than ever. If I was falling in love with Paul, what was
I feeling for George? Could it be the same thing I felt for Davy and thought was love? I figured it had to be. To go over
it once again, (as I end up doing quite a few times) I now have Paul who I was secretly falling in love with and he had no
clue. It was strange, I've never felt anything like this so quickly as I have been with Paul. Then ther is George, who was
pretty much replacing Davy. And Davy? I didn’t know what I was feeling for him. I recalled our slow dance and the
look of sadness in his eyes. And I also recalled our big fight that still wasn’t over. I began crying again. Before
long, I cried myself to sleep.
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