I've Just Seen A Face

I dreaded Thursday so much that it seemed like months before it ever came, but of course when I did actually come, it was way to fast. Funny how it always works that way, anyway, I got ready as usual except for the sudden jump every time the phone rang, fearing it would be George. I thought over what I planned to do today and decided I would talk to Davy first. I headed over to their apartment and knocked on the door.
“Hi Olivia,” Micky said letting me in.
“Hi Micky,” I replied. I walked in and Davy was sitting on the sofa as usual. I went over and sat next to him.
“Um, hi Davy,” I said quietly not really sure how he would react to my coming.
“Hi,” was all he said. I looked over at the other Monkees, and then back at Davy.
“Davy, can we talk?” I asked.
“Yeah. Guys?” Getting the hint the Monkees went out for a bit. Davy and I sat quiet for the first few minutes.
“Ah, I don’t really know where to start this,” I said with an uneasy laugh to break the tension. He just looked at me.
“Start what?”
“Well, I did a lot of thinking the last few days about you and George…” he looked worried all of a sudden.
“Let me guess. You’re leaving me for George.”
“No, Davy, that’s not it at all. It’s just the opposite. I realized that everything I was feeling for George couldn’t have been real, because as far as I know, Davy you are really the only real thing in my life. I love you more than anything in the world and there’s nothing or no one who can change that.” He just listened, so I continued, “However,”
“Oh, I hate however…” Davy groaned.
“However,” I began again, “I have to be completely honest with you. Although I love you, I am still attracted to George. I can’t help it. But I assure you attraction is all it is.” I wasn’t quite sure if I was absolutely positive on that part, but I pushed the thought out of my mind and set my goals to getting Davy back. “I don’t want to be with him the way I want to be with you. You’re the only one for me.” I stopped hoping he would give me some clue as to what he was thinking.
He began to speak,
“I’m glad you don’t want to be with him and that you still love me, but I don’t know if I like this whole ‘still attracted to him’ bit, and what about the things you two did? I walked in on you and George doing more that just kissing. Not to mention you leaving with him instead of me when you were on those stiffy pills.”
“I know Davy, and I am so sorry. I can imagine how much you probably hate me right now, bu-”
“Olivia, I don’t hate you. I just don’t know if I can go back to the way things were and let this go, you know?” Davy said, and he was right. Why did I think that for one moment he would forgive me? What I did was inexcusable, horrible, and wrong.
“I know, you’re right. And if you don’t I guess I accept your decision, but Davy you have to believe me when I say that I’m so much in love with you and how deeply sorry I am. If it’s any consolation, you were wrong about me not feeling guilty, because I felt incredibly guilty afterwards. I don’t know what in the world I was thinking. I was jeopardizing the one relationship that means everything to me. And as far as the stiffy pills, they were just pills and I think I went with George because I was mad at you and wanted to get even. I know it’s no excuse, but I’m terribly sorry and I never, ever, want to hurt you like that again. In fact, I’m going over to The Beatles hotel to tell George that I’m too in love with you-”
“I forgive you,” Davy interrupted. I looked at him somewhat shocked.
“You do?”
“Yes, but only because I love you so much and don’t want to lose you.” I felt the warm tears forming in my eyes. I touched his hand.
“You have no idea how relieved I am. I thought I’d lost you for good.” I sniffed. He took my hand in his and reached out for my other hand. He smiled,
“I’m still here love,” I smiled back and kissed him softly.
“There is still one thing,” he began.
“What?”
“I just want you to know that I still don’t like them.”
“That’s fine. All that matters is that we’re good again.” I said nodding in question. He responded with a confirmed nod and this time he kissed me.
“Can we come back in now?” we heard Peter ask through the door. We both shook our head and smiled.
“Yes, Petah you may come back in.” The other Monkees followed Peter in. They smiled as soon as they saw Davy and me holding hands.
“Everything okay again I take it?” Micky asked us.
“Yeah, I think so.” Davy replied. He changed the subject. “So, um, when are you going to go talk to George?” he asked.
“They should be back in about 2 hours so I’ll mingle on over there at around 4pm.” Davy just nodded. Time flew by and the next dreaded moment had arrived. I kissed Davy goodbye and told him I’d come back afterwards.
As I left my apartment building and walked outside there was light drizzle hitting my face. I walked slowly to my car hoping that any moment the drizzle would turn to a heavy rain and create a storm so bad I couldn’t do what I had to do. But, of course that didn’t happen and the drizzle continued. On the way to the hotel I tried to hit every red light possible so I could get any few extra minutes I could to evaluate my upcoming situation one more time. As I got into the hotel, Tony, (the Beatles’ bodyguard) was downstairs. He recognized me and as we exchanged greetings he led me up to one of the Beatle rooms. I apparently was sent to John and Paul’s room, because as I walked in, they were unpacking.
“Hey, Olivia!” and enthusiastic Paul greeted with a smile.
“Hey guys,” I greeted back and I shut the door, “so, how was your trip?”
“Like always, not good but not bad.” John answered, putting some socks in the drawer to the left of the television.
“So, what all did you do these last few days?” Paul asked heading to the drawers on the right side.
“Oh nothing really. We had our first Ed Sullivan performance, and-”
“Yeah, we saw,” George said as he came into the room, “I thought I heard you.” He finished and he didn’t come near me.
“Hi George,” I said trying to smile. Paul and John noticed the tension in the room and exchanged glances, which silently decided they were done packing for right now. They left shutting the door behind them leaving only George and me in the room.
“So,” I started saying.
“So, you’re engaged to him, aye?” he finished. I winced when he emphasized the word engaged.
“I was going-”
“When?” he asked knowing what it was I was going to say.
“I planned to as soon as you got back.” He walked closer to me.
“So you were going to tell me?” he asked double-checking.
“Yes,” I answered. He smiled and gave me a short sweet kiss.
“As long as you were going to tell me soon.” He said, “I’m glad to see you again. I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I said, the tears beginning to form again in my eyes. Was this right? Should I abandon and neglect all possibilities with George? I got hold of myself and continued through what I had planned the last two days. George looked concerned seeing the tear roll down my cheek.
“Olivia, what’s wrong?” he asked pulling me closer to him in order to give me comfort, but I pulled away.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Uh oh…”
“George, I really, really like you. And as much as I want to be with you… I can’t.” I wiped away the second tear rolling down my cheek.
“What? What not?” he asked confused. This obviously wasn’t the conversation he had expected when he got back.
“I’m in love with Davy. I have been since I met him, and I always will.” I sniffed letting the tears flow as freely as they wished, “and I can’t hurt him…”
“But you can hurt me?” he asked sadly. This was much more difficult then I had planned.
“No, George, I…”
“I don’t understand. We are perfect for each other and we had such a good time. I know you know that Olivia. I also don’t understand that if you think this is the right decision, why you’re crying.” He was right. Crying was something I never really considered would happen during this conversation. What was happening? I looked at him through my watery eyes.
“Because I’m not so sure it is the right decision.” I admitted softly.
“Then why make it? Why do this to yourself, and me? Just give it a chance. I guess if it doesn’t work out then you could always run back to Davy, but I really don’t think that will be the case. I think if you give us a try you’ll find that things will work out.” I shook my head.
“No, George, I can’t. Although I’m confused, I think that sticking to Davy will just make things easier. I just want things to go back to the way they were. I’m sick of going through this every hour of every day.”
“If that’s what you feel is right, then I guess there is nothing I can do.” He said sadly, “but I still think you are making an incredible mistake by ignoring the fact of us. You should give us an official try.”
“George, I’m sorry,” was all I could say. I wiped a few more tears away just in time because Ringo and Paul came in.
“I hope we’re not interrupting, but Paul forgot his wallet.” Ringo said. Paul quickly walked pass me and grabbed his wallet off the dresser. We looked at each other for a split second, but that was it. I know I still had the problem of my feelings for him, but I could only handle one thing at a time. And right now, Paul was honestly the furthest thing from my mind.
“Sorry,” he said.
“That’s fine, “ I said trying to hide the fact that I’d been crying, “I should probably get going.”
“Already? You just got here!” Ringo exclaimed.
“Will we see you again before we leave?” Paul asked.
“I don’t really know. Maybe. If not, then I guess this is goodbye.” I said, starting to cry again. George gave me one last look and left the room. Paul and Ringo just looked at the two of us.
“Is everything okay?” John asked as he came in and glanced at George as they passed in the doorway.
“Yeah, I was just saying goodbye, and I get a little emotional sometimes.” I said. John came towards me and gave me a big bear hug. I couldn’t help but laugh. I was going to miss him.
“C-ya lassie,” he said.
“Bye, John.” Next up was Ringo. He gave me a nice decent hug.
“Bye Olivia, we had a blast with you. You’re quite a gal.”
“Thanks, you’re quite the guy too Ringo.” Lastly was Paul. It was terribly hard to say goodbye to George, but seemed so much more for Paul. I felt like shouting out every single feeling I felt for him just so he’d know before he left, but obviously decided against it. He walked up to me and gave me the most comfortable, warm hug. I closed my eyes breathing in his cologne and slightly put my face in the curve of his neck, then as I pulled back he gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
“I’m very glad I met you, Olivia Newton, and I sincerely hope I do see you again.” He said so honest and sincere. ‘Paul, you don’t know the half of it’ I thought to myself as I smiled at him.
“Same here.” I said.
“Bye luv,”
“Bye Paul.” We all waved one more time and I left. I sat in my car for a few minutes before starting it. I couldn’t help but think that I had made a wrong decision somewhere. I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I drove home and went back to the Monkees like I told Davy I would. He asked me how it went and all I told him was George took it not to good. Predictably, Davy didn’t really care. That night I fell asleep the moment Davy took me in his arms, and I didn’t wake up until morning.

When I woke up, the apartment was quiet and Davy was no longer next to me. I sat up to see if maybe he had gone to the bathroom, but he wasn’t in there. I slipped his blue button-up shirt on over my nightgown and went to the living room to see if anyone was home. Peter, Micky, and Davy were all just sitting on the couch.
“Morning, beautiful,” Davy said as I kissed him good morning, “How’d you sleep?”
“Okay. How about you?”
“Great.” Soon we heard Mike hollering letting us know breakfast was done, so we all piled into the kitchen to eat. Afterwards we headed to the mall so Peter could pick up a doll for Emily that she’d been wanting for quite some time now. As we drove home we had the radio on as usual. The music was interrupted with a new update.
“You listeners out there will never believe whom I just got a call from: The Beatles. That’s right, the Beatles just called saying they have just recorded two new songs that they would like them to be played. They sent their manager Brian Epstein over to give us the single. They also requested another one of their songs to be played. They informed me that these songs were just written and dedicated to a special someone, ‘you know who you are’.” Davy tried to change the radio station but it wouldn’t budge. So stubbornly he just sat back and listened as their first song began to play. It was George.

‘You don’t realize how much I need you.

Love you all the time and never leave you.

Please come on back to me,

I’m lonely as can be I Need You.

Said you had a thing or two to tell me.

How was I to know you would upset me?’

Tears beginning welling in my eyes when I realized the ‘special someone’ was me. He must have written this sometime after our talk yesterday…

‘I didn’t realize,

As I looked in your eyes you told me.

Oh yes you told me, you don’t want,

my lovin’ anymore.

That’s when it hurt me,

I’m feeling like this,

I just can’t go on anymore.’

Davy looked over at me, realizing I was changing my mind yet again at that very moment. He didn’t say anything, all he did was clench his teeth together in pure hatred for The Beatles.

“Please remember how I feel about you.

I could never really live without you.

So come on back and see,

Just what you mean to me, I Need You.’

“That was ‘I Need You’, a brand new song from The Beatles. I have yet to learn to date of the full release, but I’ll keep you listeners in touch, so in the meantime here’s the second new song entitled, ‘You’re Gonna Lose That Girl’.” The disc jockey started the next song, this time being John.

(Just to let you know, the next two songs are supposed to be from George’s point of view, not the singers. I guess they didn’t think George’s voice was good enough. :( ) Also, this next song was aimed towards Davy.....

‘You’re gonna lose that girl (2x)

If you don’t take her out tonight,

She’s gonna change her mind.

And I will take her out tonight,

And I will treat her kind.

You’re gonna lose that girl (2x)’

If you don’t treat her right my friend,

You’re gonna find her gone.

Cuz I will treat her right and then,

You’ll be the lonely one.

You’re gonna lose that girl (3x)

I’ll make a point of taking her away from you

(If that’s what you do)

The way you treat her, what else can I do?’

The disc jockey came on one last time,

“Just to recap those were ‘I Need You’ and ‘You’re Gonna Lose That Girl’. Two brand spanking new Beatles hits. And now here’s Paul singing their very last request for that ‘special someone’. Whoever that lucky girl is…”

‘We said our good-byes (ah, the night before)

Love was in your eyes (ah, the night before)

Now today I find,

You have changed your mind,

Treat me like you did the night before.’

Hearing Paul’s voice made me wonder whether or not he was the mistake I had made. The mistake not being the feelings I had suddenly and so quickly established for him, but the fact I hadn’t told him. I knew this song was supposed to be from George’s point of view, but I couldn’t help pretending and somewhat wishing that it really were Paul’s.

‘Were you telling lies (ah, the night before)

Was I so unwise (ah, the night before)

When I held you near,

You were so sincere,

Treat me like you did the night before.’

I thought more about the songs meaning from Paul’s point of view. In a way I was telling lies to him by not letting my true feelings shine through. And he was being unwise by not noticing the hints I had been dropping from day one. And going to the first verse, we had said our good-byes yesterday and love was in my eyes. Not to mention he did hold me a few times…once again I closed my eyes, thinking of how much I secretly yearned for him, but George was set on my mind right now because he was the one that I yearned for openly and unashamedly. However, I was not planning on changing my mind about George. I felt something for him too, something different than Paul and Davy. And I wanted to find out what it was…

‘Last night is the night I will remember you by,


When I think,


Of things we did,


It makes me wanna cry!


We said our good-byes (ah, the night before)


Love was in your eyes (ah, the night before)


Now today I find


That you’ve changed your mind,


Treat me like you did the night before.’

The radio was finally able to shut off and Davy did so immediately (that’s an example of some of the weird things that happen). We were finally home, and everyone was out of the car except for Davy and me.


“You’re going to go with him again now aren’t you?” he asked half-angry and half-sad.


“Davy, I’m so sorry. I have to try it. There is something that I’m feeling for him and I can’t get it to go away. I now realize that the reason I told myself was that I was too in love with you with be with George, was just so I didn’t have to admit I was scared to start anything with him. Davy I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you, because I do. I’ll always love you, but I think right now we need a break and I need to discover more on these feelings for George.” I paused not wanting to go on because I could see I had just cut a knife through Davy’s heart.


“So it’s over then? It’s over just because you have to ‘discover’ your feelings?” he asked me. Sadly I nodded my head.


“Davy, I’m sorr-” he put his hand up in protest.


“I don’t want to hear you’re apologies Olivia. Just go do what you think you need to.” He said and sadly got out of the car to join his bandmates inside. I should’ve felt devastated for what I had just done to him. I told him yesterday what I felt for George was just an attraction and now I just dumped him for George. I did feel terrible to a certain extent, but most of all I was excited to start a new life with George. There was only one problem…the fact of Paul McCartney.

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