I've Just Seen A Face

I slept in as late as possible Monday morning. As I opened my eyes, I felt pain from all the crying the night before. I rubbed them trying to release them from the soreness. I lay in bed just staring at my ceiling. I turned on my side and found myself face to face with my Beatles poster. I looked at George and then Paul. I shifted my eyes more to the left to look at my Monkees poster. I looked at Davy. Just looking at his smile on the picture made my want to go straight to him and express my sincere apologies for everything that has happened since the Beatles arrived into our lives. But I couldn’t get myself to do it. There was something about either George or Paul that made me hold on for a bit longer. Still confused more than ever, I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I took my time getting ready. I remembered that I was supposed to meet Brittany, Sara, and Emily at the Monkees apartment at 2pm so we could go over our performance for Wednesday’s Ed Sullivan Show. I groaned and fell face first back onto my bed. I wanted to start everything over. I was going through hell. I lifted my head to glance at my clock. I had two hours before I had to face Davy again. I didn’t go early this time; I actually was a few minutes late. I was not looking forward to today one bit. I just wanted to hide underneath my covers until all this passed. I had a feeling that something worse was going to happen today. But, despite my gut feeling, I promised the girls we’d do this today so around 2 I headed over.
As Peter opened the door I was shocked to find the Beatles gathered around. I walked in slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. They seemed so mad at each other the other night.
“Hey Olivia” Emily said.
“Uh, hey guys…” I said still puzzled. I looked at each of the Beatles and noticed that not one of them was near Davy. And just as much as Davy was glaring at George, he would get a returned glare from every Beatle. I obviously was missing something. The only thing I could think of was that George told the others about last nights run in.
“So, when did you guys come over?” I asked them.
“Brittany called us about 30 minutes ago.” Paul answered, “She wanted to get our opinions for your ideas on the performance coming up.”
“Oh, I see” I nodded. I glanced at Micky to notice the disturbed look on his face. Brittany didn’t.
“Okay girls, this is what I was thinking” she started, “For the most part we’re fine. We just have to work on one thing. Olivia.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah. Olivia, you need to move around and dance more. You and I are the lead singers. You being the ‘lead’ lead, which means a majority of the people will be looking at you and me.”
“Hey, what about me?” Emily whined.
“Uh, they look at you too Emily.” Brittany said trying to quiet her, “Anyway, I already move around, so you’re the only one who needs work.”
“Brittany, we’ve talked about his millions of times. I’m moving now as much as I want to. I don’t want to be provocative.”
“I’m not provocative.” Brittany argued. I just looked at her.
“Yes, you are.”
“Well, fine maybe I am. But that’s what draws attention. I’ve let it go for a while because we haven’t really had gigs that mattered. But Olivia, this is Ed Sullivan. This is huge. You have to do this. Now go get into your outfit and we’re going to rehearse your moves.” Annoyed I went to the bathroom to change. Our outfits consisted of a skinny strapped red mini-dress. In the middle of our chest area, was an open heart with a drop, therefore creating the ‘bleeding heart’. I came out dressed to match my band members, when I noticed some pills on the table. Before I could ask about them, Brittany began speaking.
“Okay, now show me what you are going to do.” Brittany told me. I looked around at eleven other eyes watching me. This was an awkward time to do this.
“Brittany, I’m not going to do anything.” I tried to argue again.
“You’re the only one who seems to think it won’t help. Let’s use the help I brought over shall we?” she said and looked at the Beatles. “Okay boys, be honest now. Wouldn’t you rather see her moving around and being sexy? Rather than just moving a little to the beat?” They turned and looked at each other. I sighed because it was obvious what their answer was going to be. C’mon, they’re four horny guys, what do you think they’d say?
“Um, I’d have to say yes.” John said as the others nodded their heads, “That’s just the way it is with female singers.”
“Or maybe it’s because you are four typical guys?” I suggested. They kiddingly sneered at me.
“Maybe I don’t want her doing that.” We all turned to look at Davy; “Guys like her enough with her being provocative. That’s the last thing I need.” He continued and shot a glance at George.
“Davy, it would help our band a lot if she did…” Brittany explained.
“It doesn’t matter Brittany. I don’t want to do it.”
“C’mon Olivia.” Sara begged.
“Oh, and you’d be provocative if you weren’t behind the drums I suppose?” I asked her. She just looked at me and didn’t answer, “Exactly.” I finished.
“You know what I think?” George said.
“No, and we don’t care.” Davy said. I glared at him.
“What do you think George?” Paul asked also glaring at Davy.
“I think that you girls should just stop fighting about it. You’ll do fine I’m sure without. Plus, if she doesn’t want to then you can’t make her.”
“Thank you George.” I said. Brittany was beginning to get annoyed.
“Well, will you at least test these out with us?” she asked holding up the mysterious pills.
“What are those?” Emily asked.
“Um, they’re called ‘Big Stiffy Pills,’” she said reading off the label.
“Ewe, that’s gross.” Emily said shriveling up her nose in disgust. We all kinda laughed at her.
“What the hell are Big Stiffy Pills? Are you sure they’re for girls?” Paul asked.
“Yeah. They make, well…, they help the girls give the guys big stiffies. Hence the name I suppose.” All the guys in the room raised their eyebrows in interest.
“What if the guys already have big stiffies?” John asked smirking. We just rolled our eyes as the other Beatles laughed.
“So here’s the scoop. We’re going to each take one right now to see if they work. If they do, we will be taking them for the Ed Sullivan Show, to help certain band members…” Brittany explained to us looking at me. She handed us each a little pill. Little pills to make big stiffies. *Nice*. I didn’t really know if I wanted to do this or not. First of all, because with eight males in the room I wasn’t to keen on being sexy right now. Second of all, I had no idea if I would go to Paul, Davy, or George. Although I knew who I wanted to go to…
“Brittany, I don’t think…” I tried to say.
“Olivia, shut up and take it.” She snapped and popped the pill in her mouth. I guess the pills worked instantly because right away she was all over Micky. As much as I could tell he was enjoying himself (which means the pills did work) I could also tell his feeling of awkwardness. Which I understood completely. Unfortunately, Brittany didn’t understand and wanted to satisfy her sexual feelings with who ever would take her. She turned and began towards Paul. He had nothing but sexual lust in his eyes, which wasn’t good at all. Micky glared, but before he could do anything to stop her she grabbed Paul and left the apartment. In anger of her taking Paul away, I popped the pill in my mouth. Suddenly everything changed. There was nothing but thoughts of sex, kisses, and George going through my head. I began to walk towards him.
“Olivia, what are you doing?” Davy asked me. I tuned him out and continued towards my target. As I got closer to him, I ran my fingers and hands down his chest to his pants. I stuck my fingers in his belt loops and brought him against me. I looked up into his eyes.
“I’m going to go my apartment. Wanna come?” I whispered, purposefully using the word come and emphasizing it. I made it a double meaning hoping it would make him more aroused (since that is what the pills made me like. Just keep in mind, this isn’t me normal at all). It did. He swallowed hard and nodded his head.
“Olivia!” Davy said again louder and this time he stood up.
“Shut up Davy.” I replied and dragged George out the door. I began kissing him before we even got to my place. By that time, I was trying to take off his shirt, he was trying to take off mine, and I was trying to unlock my door at the same time. I had my mind set on three things: me, George, and my bed. Before long George and I were, well, getting to know each other on another level. A very feel good level. I’ll let you imagine from here. Just don’t go to far because George and me didn’t sleep together. Just so I don’t have to continue repeating myself, I’ll say it now. I have never had sex with George. I have only been sexually intimate with two guys. Davy and well you’ll just have to read the rest of the story for that other special guy. J
George and I finished with no interruptions. As I lay next to him, I once again began thinking ( I do a lot of that during this time too). The pill was plenty worn off and I wondered what had happened between Paul and Brittany. I shook my head trying to get those thoughts to disappear. I can’t be thinking of Paul anymore. George turned to face me and he scooted me closer to him.
“Olivia, can I ask you a question?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure,”
“Um, are you ever going to dump Davy? I mean, this secrecy between us has been fine for right now, but I don’t want to have to keep hiding the fact of us being together. And I don’t want to have you continually getting in trouble. Unless all of this is because I’m a Beatle…” he trailed off. There was a look fear in his eyes. I looked at him in disbelief.
“George how could you think that? Of course I’m not using you. I really like you. It’s just, with Davy things are difficult. Whenever I try to say things, I don’t say them the right way and he turns out saying something that makes me feel horrible and that I’m in the wrong. I guess I’m just trying to think of a way to tell him, so he understands a little.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry George. I’ll get everything worked out before you guys leave.” I touched his face and kissed his forehead.
“Really?” he said smiling.
“Yes,” I said smiling back. I don’t know what it was, but all of a sudden a wave of guilt shot through me. I had only known George for three days, and, what if things didn’t work out? If anything wrong happened between me and George, I would probably end up crawling back to Davy. So what would I do if Davy wouldn’t take me back? My life would be shattered. I looked back at George who was just smiling at me. I smiled again, only this time trying to hide my uncertainty. I was beginning to think I should end it with George. I’ve been with Davy so long, and I did still care for him very much. Maybe I didn’t love him now, but in the years to come, I might began to love him the way I was already beginning to love Paul. That brought about another area of termoil. What about Paul? I couldn’t just ignore the feelings I felt for him. They were too strong. I felt that if I shut them out completely, I could miss out on the only true love I’ll ever have. That is, if he were to ever recipricate the same feelings. I don’t really know why I went for George in the first place. I mean, I did like George, but I really liked Paul. I’ve liked him from the very beginning. And now? I was actually falling in love with him. My feelings for him were clearly stronger than any feelings I’ve had, currently have, or will ever have for any guy. I guess I just didn’t know how to go about hinting my feelings to him, without scaring him off or making him think I’m a total loser. I suddenly remembered what I had continually told Davy before the Beatles arrived. What I said exactly, was, ‘Paul has a million more gorgeous girls than me to choose from if he wanted one. What makes me so special?’. That’s exactly it. What did make me so special? The answer is simple. Nothing. I told myself how stupid it was of me to ever think that Paul McCartney could have any real feelings for me. It was already obvious. Why hadn’t I just noticed it? He didn’t want me like that, and most likely never will. All he probably wanted was sex. Which by the way, isn’t so terrible. To be honest, if he asked me to, right now?, I’d say yes. All I wanted was his attention and the knowledge that he cared. And to know that maybe someday, he might actually love me. I was too busy trying to accomplish this, that I never fully realized I was getting that very thing I wanted from Paul, but from George. How was I going to tell George? And, what was I going to do about Paul? I really liked being with George, and I really did want to start something with him. But everytime we were together I ended up thinking of Paul in one way or another. And Paul? I couldn’t just flat out tell him, ‘Paul I’m falling in love with you’. He’d probably just laugh and think I’m just a nutty fan. Plus, he obviously had a thing for Brittany. I shut my eyes. I didn’t know what to do about Paul. However, in the meantime, I planned on talking to George and ending this thing before he left. I felt so bad. Half of me wanted him and half of me didn’t think it was right. I also just told him that I would have an answer for him before he left. It just wasn’t going to be the one he was waiting and wanting to hear. Suddenly I heard a knock at my door.
“At least we were done this time.” George laughed and he quickly put on his clothes. I agreed and put mine on as well just as the second knock was heard.
“Hold on, I’m coming.” I said. I slipped my shirt on over my head and answered the door. In walked John, Paul, and Ringo.
“Hey mates. What’s going on?” George greeted as I shut the door behind them.
“Hey George. We didn’t want to be around Davy alone, so we left.” Ringo said.
“Oh. I understand.” George said. I noticed I was staring at Paul, and quickly looked away.
“Yeah, you guys stirred him up a bit.” John said, “he’s quite furious with you George. And by the look on his face, I think next time he sees you, he might do more than just pull you out of a closet and shove you onto a soft bed.”
“That’s what he thinks. The bloody bastard better not try to do anything to you, cuz if he does, he’ll get that times 4.” Paul commented as he threw a tack at the picture of Davy on my wall. It landed right in the center. I widened my eyes. I sensed a little hostility there.
“Well, you don’t have to worry, cuz I’m not going to let him touch me. If he tries I’ll just beat the shit out him before he can do anything to me. Plus, I haven’t started everything. This time, it was her on the stiffy pills.” George said looking at me. I really didn’t like this whole Beatles being enemies with the Monkees thing. And to know I caused it made it worse. But come to think of it, it wasn’t entirely my fault. I brought up the other person to cause anger within the other group.
“Well, what about you Paul?” I asked. He looked over at me confused.
“What about me?”
“What do you think? You and Brittany have been doing nothing but flirting since day one. And Micky has been giving you looks this whole time, but you just ignore them and continue flirting with her. Now you two just went off together. Not to mention, you were in the same room with her boyfriend. You didn’t have to go with her. You could’ve said no. So, sorry to break your little bubble Paul, but I don’t think George is the only one hated by the Monkees. And Davy isn’t the only Monkee who hates you.” I said, noticing a little anger in my voice. It wasn’t the fued between the groups that angered me. It was the whole Brittany/Paul thing. I know I went off with George, but I seriously think that if Paul was still there, he would of been the one that I was dragging into my room frantically getting the clothes off. I hoped he didn’t notice. I didn’t want him to know anything yet. All he did was shrugged, which angered me more.
“Well Olivia, she’s the one who came onto to me, so I figured ‘what the hell’, she’s hot. And to be honest, I’m not really scared of Micky.” I flinched hearing him say he thought Brittany was hot. “Nothing really happened anyway.” He finished. He then sqwinted his eyes and sat next to me on my messed up bed. “Why do you care so much anyway? You’re getting all worked up about me and Brittany flirting and being together. Am I missing something?” The others looked at me waiting for my answer. I felt George’s eyes on me more than the others.
“No Paul, you’re not missing anything and I’m not worked up. I don’t care who you’re with and what you do with them.” Lie. “I just wanted to let you know, that me and George aren’t the only ones who are causing this little fued thing. It’s you and Brittany too.” He just looked at me with a look that suggested he knew that there was more I wasn’t saying. I ignored him and continued on the subject at hand.
“So, what did you guys do?” I asked. Not really sure if I wanted to know.
“Nothing. I already told you.” He said with that same look again. I looked away.
“Nothing? C’mon Paul. Something must’ve happened.” George said, obviously not noticing what little thing was going on between Paul and me. I think Paul knew that I knew he knew (kinda confusing I know. Sorry) about me not saying what I really felt. And I could tell he was curious. He continued though as to amuse his band mates with the details of his and Brittany’s time together.
“No, not really. I took of everything but her push up bra and thong, and she took everything but me nickers off. Then we just kissed and…” he turned his head and looked at me. He looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, “…I don’t know. We ended up stopping before anything big happened. I think the pill wore off, so she didn’t want to do anything more.” I made a not-so-good attempt at smiling. I was right. I didn’t want to hear that at all. It made me depressed. I felt that our chances of anything happening just got slimmer. But it was good to know that he didn’t sleep with her.
“Oh, too bad.” John said. We sat around for a while when the Beatles decided to head back to their hotel. They had concerts the next two days, and I knew I wouldn’t be seeing them at all till Thursday so we said big goodbyes.
During the two days, George called a couple of times to say hi for a few minutes, but not much more then that due to the fact that they were pretty busy. Tuesday was just a normal day for me. I used this day to think over everything, so I knew what to do come Thursday. I ended up deciding to break it off with George. I knew what Davy was like when I did this to him, and despite my strong feelings for George I couldn’t leave Davy like that again. Not like this. Wednesday came and so did a call from George.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Olivia” he answered.
“Hi George! How’s it going?” I asked.
“Oh it’s going.” He laughed. I laughed along with him. Man, this was going to be hard. I tried not to think about it though. “So how’s it going with you?” he asked.
“It’s been okay. Yesterday was kinda boring, but in about 2 hours we’ll be on The Ed Sullivan Show.” I said excited.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Good, we’ll be here for at least the next 4 hours or so, so I’ll watch it. I can’t wait to see you perform.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait either. I’m kinda nervous though.” I laughed.
“You shouldn’t be. You’ll do fine.” He assured me, “Is Brittany making you guys take those stiffy pills then? I mean, they obviously worked.”
“No, thank God. We decided they caused enough trouble.” He agreed with me.
“Well, I should probably let you go and get ready then. I’ll talk to you later.” He said.
“Yep, bye George.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
“Yep, bye.” He said and hung up. Our performance went really well. As I got up on stage the nervousness seemed to go away. I even moved a bit more for Brittany. Everything was going so good, until afterwards when the reporters surrounded us (new band, gotta get all the info.) They barked question after question. Half of them I couldn’t even hear. I was amazed that the Beatles were as sane as they are, having gone through this every day, month upon month. Maybe I didn’t want to be that famous after all. All of a sudden a reporter’s question hit me.
“What?” I asked to make sure I heard what he asked.
“What exactly is going on between you and Beatle George Harrison?” he repeated. Just like that the whole room was quiet. I looked around me to see everyone staring and every reported had their pen and pad ready. This was big news. More on The Beatles than me. ‘George Harrison may have new girl!’
“Um, what do you mean?” was all I could think of to say at the moment.
“Many people have reported seeing you and George Harrison around the city together, holding hands at times. They even caught a kiss.” I froze. I wondered what George was thinking. I knew The Beatles were supposed to be ‘single’, and this couldn’t be good for them. Before I could answer and save George and myself, Emily spoke for me. Only the words that she used were not nearly what I was going to say.
“Well, they’re wrong because Olivia is engaged with Davy Jones from the Monkees. They have been for about year now. Off and on. So they must’ve seen someone else.” The reporters began writing and soon new questions about me and Davy were being asked. I looked over at Emily who mouthed the words ‘you’re welcome’. Yeah, thanks Emily. Now George knew that me and Davy weren’t just simple girlfriend and boyfriend. We were engaged to be married. My mind began racing with the new problems I would face when The Beatles returned home the next day.

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