I've Just Seen A Face

The alarm clock rang at 4:15am. I slowly awoke looking over at George who was already gone. I stretched and reached over to turn off the radio when suddenly I stopped. It was a song by the Monkees that I’d never heard. I continued to listen….

I wonder just how long it would be
Me without you, you without me

We had a fight last night about something or other
But it can’t be too important if we love one another
True love always seems to take a little bit longer
But every time we break up, we make up a little bit stronger

I wonder just how long it would be
Me without you, you without me

Let me tell you now
I wonder just how long it would be
Me without you, you without me
Me without you, you without me
Me without you, you without me
Me without you, you without me’

It was Davy singing, and I wondered if it had anything to do with me. I soon found out because just then the radio stated that the song had just been released and was written for Davy’s ex-girlfriend, who’s name shall not be mentioned. I just laid there wondering if Davy thought that for some reason his trick last night had worked and that I would be coming back to him. He would soon find, it didn’t. I couldn’t lay there long to figure it out exactly, because we had to leave in about 45 minutes. I got up, showered, packed, and joined the boys out in the living room area.
“Good morning,” John said. I smiled.
“Good morning you guys,” I said yawing.
“Still tired?” George asked.
I nodded, “Very.”
“Want some cornflakes?” John asked mouth full of cereal. I made a face.
“Yeah, can I get you a bowl?” Paul asked swallowing before he spoke. He was so polite and proper. He had excellent manners and was very clean. I really liked that about him.
I smiled. “Sure, sounds good. I don’t like them as much as you do, but there something to eat.” I said.
“You learn to like them,” Ringo told me. I just smiled.
“Have a seat luv,” Paul said patting the seat next to him and getting up to grab a bowl for me. I sat down and like a gentleman he poured the cereal for me, but way to much. I smiled thinking it was cute.
“I don’t eat like you guys Paul,” I said giggling. He blushed.
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” He said trying to think of what to do with the extra cereal in my bowl.
“I’ll eat what you can’t,” George offered. I laughed and agreed. I finished my Cornflakes and indeed George ended up eating the rest. Afterwards, we all got our stuff together and headed to the car that would take us to LA International. In the car drive there, I started off gazing sleepily out the windows, but before long it had put me to sleep.

“Olivia, love, we’re here.” I heard a voice saying. I opened my eyes to see George smiling down at me.
“Already?” I asked stretching.
“Already.” He said and helped me out of the car. I was still stiff from being in a sit-up position for 2 hours. Luckily, we didn’t have much fan trouble and made it to the plane without a big frenzy. There were a few girls there and lucky for them they got autographs. You could tell in their eyes, it was the best thing that had ever happened to them. They were even nice to me and apologized for all the girls that weren’t.
We walked onto the plane and I was in a seat between Paul and George. John and Ringo sat behind us. Ringo ended up moving up to talk to Mal, but John remained in his seat behind us constantly putting his face in between the spaces of the chairs to talk to Paul or to just bug us. George must have been used to John’s annoyance because he fell right asleep. I however, was not used to it. He was actually pretty funny, but annoying at the same time.
“John, do you want to switch spots?” I said annoyed, turning to face him over the seat.
“Oh, looks like you pissed her off Lennon,” Paul said laughing. I turned next to face him. He suddenly stopped laughing and had a ‘whoops’ look.
“Oh you think this is funny McCartney?” I kidded him also mocking the way they used each others last names, when they talked. (But they never say ’Harrison’ or ’Starr’, and come to think of it, it was only John and Paul who used each others last names when speaking to or about one another. George and Ringo never did it. Huh, must be a weird best friend thing between them.) Paul looked sideways to John.
“No, ma’am.” He said with the best straight face he could. I was surprised my face was kept so straight.
I nodded. “Good answer,” I said. I turned back to John, “Now would you like to continue poking your head up here annoying us, or would you like me to come back there?” I asked still kidding. Over the seat I could see a sly grin creep up onto John’s face.
“What would you do to me if you came back here?” he asked still grinning. I rolled my eyes and sat all the way down in my seat. I looked over at Paul and he raised his eyebrows and grinned. I turned back to face John.
“Well, first I would sit on your lap and wrap my legs around you so you couldn’t move. Then I would pin your arms down, and get real close…” I said teasing. John’s eyes were huge. I smiled and turned around. That’ll get him curious. I looked over at Paul whose eyes were just as big.
“Will you do that to me if I’m really annoying?” he asked. I laughed. He suddenly looked like a little boy full of hope.
“Oh! You guys are horrible!” I said still laughing.
“Hey, you never finished. What would you do after you got real close?” John asked face pressed in the crack between the seats. I turned around and faced him in the crack of the seats., getting really close to his face. He smiled big and wickedly.
“I’d spit on you.” I whispered.
“Ahhh, no good. No good.” He said leaning back and disappointed. As if I would actually do something like that…
“What?” Paul asked curious.
“Nothing.” I said turning to face the front of the plane. Paul just stared at John and I, as he sat sideways so he could face me completely as well as see John.
“No tell me? What would you do after you got close?” I shook my head.
“It’s nothing like that Paul,” I said. He pouted.
“So, I still want to know,” he said giving me those sad eyes. I cocked my head in sympathy and pouted back at him. He just scowled even more. Gosh, he was cute…..
“I said I would give him a kiss.” I said smiling. Paul’s eyes got big again.
“Now, go to sleep or something.” I told him. He didn’t speak. Time went by and I was about in the middle of a magazine when Paul began tapping my shoulder. I turned to him.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Nothing,” He said continuing to stare at me. I squinted my eyes wondering what he was doing for a moment and went back to reading. He continued to tap me till I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Paul! Stop it!” I whined, but giggling at the same time. He smiled.
“Am I annoying you?” He asked still smiling. I heard John began laughing in the back. I get it now.
“Good one Macca,” John complimented Paul. Paul nodded and looked quickly at John.
“Thank you,” he said. I laughed.
“Paul yes you are annoying me, but I’m too tired to pin you down. Plus, I didn’t really do anything to John so it wouldn’t be fair to do it to you.” I stated. His face turned to a frown.
“So…” was all he said in his defense.
“So, no. Maybe some other time.” I said giving him a look that only he understood. With that he raised his eyebrows in understanding and satisfaction and didn‘t say anything more on the subject. Four hours later we were in Kansas City and the next 2 weeks was running from city to city, with nothing much to do but follow the Beatles around. I had a chance to shop a little in a few of the bigger towns, but other than that it was moving constantly with late nights and early mornings. When our last flight for 2 weeks arrived in London, I was relieved. I couldn’t wait to relax.


From London we drove to Liverpool where the boys lived. They each had their own place so the majority of the time I was with George at his home. A couple times we’d all get together at a party or something, but mostly they all were at their own places. John was spending time with Cynthia, Ringo with Maureen, Paul with Martha (just kidding, I think he actually went to visit his dad and brother a few times), and I stayed with George. It was really nice spending time with him in his own house and everything. I never got a chance to see Paul or Ringo’s houses. Although spending time with George was really nice, a few times I caught myself wishing I was with Paul at his house instead. Sooner than later, the two weeks were up and I was flying back to Malibu. The Beatles continued, or I guess I should say, started another tour. This time of Europe. As much as I would have liked to tour Europe, I didn’t know if I wanted too considering I was alone a lot of the time. Maybe next one, we’ll see. Instead, they bought me a ticket back to California and promised to call when they could. I wouldn’t be able to see them for a couple weeks. As much as I missed them, it was kind of nice to go back to the way things were. Well, close to normal anyways. I liked hanging out with the Monkees and the girls. We spent almost everyday together and it felt really nice. Things we going great up until the night of one of the Monkees concerts. I hadn’t been able to go to one in a long time so I was really excited to hear they were having one while I was in town. I expected it to be different, because now Davy wouldn’t be my boyfriend nor would he sing love songs right to me as I was always in the front row. Well, Davy was not my boyfriend, but he did end up singing two new songs of theirs to me, as again, I was in front row. So, the concert was going great when…
“We’ve just written a couple new songs that we’d like to sing to you for the first time. They are both dedicated to the girl I will always love.” Davy said as the band began to play. I looked over at Brittany who shrugged her shoulders. I just looked back at Davy who was singing right to me.

You told me not to try and tie you down,

So, I just took my place and hung around,

You always said that you must be free,

Well, you couldn't see you were losing me,

And messing up the one good thing we had.



And now I'm going out the same way I came in,

The game is over now, I couldn't win,

My heart is all I have to pack,

And this time, girl, I won't be back,

And years from now I'll turn around and see

The girl I left behind me.



I told myself that things would be okay,

You'd come around to my way, any day,

As time went on you just stayed the same,

No, you couldn't change or be rearranged,

I'm picking up the pieces of my life.



Well, I'm going out the same way I came in,

The game is over now, I couldn't win,

My heart is all I have to pack,

But, this time, girl, I won't be back,

And years from now I'll turn around and see

The girl I left behind me.



I'm picking up the pieces of my life.

I'm going out the same way I came in,

The game is over now, I couldn't win,

My heart is all I have to pack,

And this time, girl, I won't be back,

And years from now I'll turn around and see

The girl I left behind me.

The song shocked me. I was used to these songs about how much he loved me (in a way it still was), not songs that made me feel bad. Brittany nudged me and I looked over to her lifting my eyebrows. I still couldn’t believe it. I felt horrible inside. It’s been quite a few months and he’s still really hurting. Just the look on his face made me want to cry, and if that wasn’t enough. He had to sing another one….

It's hard to believe that you could ever doubt me

I try not to hear the things you say about me

And if you feel like I feel, please, I'd like to explain

My love for you is more than just a game



I hope and I pray we'll get together someday

Then you'd see right away how hurt I am when I say

That if you feel what I feel, you won't go away

A broken heart can't be the only way



And if you feel what I feel, you won't go away

A broken heart, a broken heart, can't be the only way



Now you must believe that when I saw you today

Oh, I just couldn't say, you held his hand the same way

If you don't feel what I feel, I'll go on my way

But as I turn my heart still wants to say



I love you, I need you, I do love you

This one seemed to crush me more than the first. He didn’t sing anymore songs like these, but I couldn’t help think about them for the rest of the concert. Even through their after party. When it came to Brittany’s crisis, I still couldn’t get my mind off of it.

“Have you seen Micky?” Brittany asked us as we sat at the after party. It was getting late so a lot of the people were leaving. We were rounding up our gang, and that’s when we realized Micky was missing.

“Well, he’s your boyfriend, wasn’t he with you?” Emily asked. Brittany gave her a stare.

“I’m not with him all the time. We got lost doing a group dance and now I can’t find him.” She said worried.

“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. It’s not like him to just disappear.” I told her trying to help. I just hoped he wasn’t kidnapped or some weird thing. I was too tired and distracted for that right now. Peter walked over to us and gave some news that sent Brittany into a fit.

“Hey, Brittany, just so you know, Micky’s spending the night at some girls house tonight.” he told us nonchalantly. Micky with another girl? What’s going on?

“WHAT?!” Brittany roared. Here we go. I guess I would be mad too, but something just didn’t seem right. Micky would never do something like that.

“That boy better be careful when he sees me again!” She yelled and stormed out of the place. We all just stood there not knowing what to say. Mike led the way to the car and drove us home. I didn’t sleep all that peacefully that night, I kept thinking about Davy. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t really talk to him about it because I didn’t know what to say. Instead I just kept my mouth shut and thought about it myself. The next morning the phone woke me up.

“Hello?” I answered still half asleep.

“Olivia, I need to talk to you.” Brittany said. I looked at my clock. 8:54am. It was too early for this, but nevertheless I invited her over to talk. I had enough time to shower before she arrived. I let her in.

“What wrong Brittany?” I asked.

“I talked to Micky this morning.” she said. I was surprised.

“Yeah? What happened?” I asked.

“Well, he told me that he woke up in some weird girls place. I didn’t believe him, but he swears it’s true. He said that he got really tired at the party last night and he met this girl who offered him to sleep at her place. He couldn’t find us and was really tired,” She made an exaggerated ‘yeah right’ face, “so he just said yes.” She finished.

“Wow, that doesn’t seem like Micky.” I said.

“I know. I don’t know what do you.” She said sadly. I tried to think of a way to help her.

“Have you really talked to him, or just yelled at him?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“I just yelled at him and said that I didn’t believe him.” She told me, “Maybe I should try dating someone else.” She suggested.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

She nodded, “Yeah. I’ve been thinking, and ever since that last party with The Beatles, I’ve really begun to think about Paul. We danced a little and I think he might like me.” she stated. I was surprised. I didn’t know they had danced together that night. All I knew was that was with that Clarisse girl. I focused my attention back to Brittany.

“Are you thinking about trying to date Paul?” I asked.

“Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“True, but Brittany, I agree, Paul is a very nice attractive guy, but I don’t think he’d be a good boyfriend.” I said. She looked confused.

“I thought you liked Paul?”

“I do. I mean as a friend. Granted I still think he’s attractive and nice, but, never mind, this isn’t about me. If you want to date other people because of this one thing that Micky did, then fine. But Paul is not the one to go to.”

“Explain,” she said squinting her eyes at me.

“Well, Paul is way more flirtatious than Micky, and no offense to Micky or you, but when Paul flirts, actually even if he doesn’t, he gets attention from girls. Micky, not so much.” She made a face at me, “So one, you’ll be jealous or suspicious all the time. Secondly, you wont be able to be home much. Honestly, how much do you guys see me now days? I’m always gone with them. Lastly, Paul does a lot of drinking and drugs, and if I know you, you aren’t a fan of that stuff.” I said. To tell the truth, I was mostly telling her these things in order for her to get her mind off Paul. Selfish I know, but nevertheless I couldn’t help myself. However, by doing this I really began to focus on Paul’s negative side as well as how much we are opposite.

“Yeah, I spose you’re right, but I still really like him.” She said making another face as if she was doing something wrong. I just smiled still thinking about Paul’s negativities. Suddenly, there was a know at my door. I excused myself from Brittany and my conversation to go answer the door. I opened it to find a sad looking Micky.

“Hey, is Brittany he-” He began saying when he saw Brittany. I motioned him to come in and shut the door. Brittany glared at him, making him flinch back a little. Poor Micky, he was whipped. I sat down.

“Hi Brittany,” he said softly.

“Hi.” Brittany said coldly. He sat next to her and took her hand. Surprisingly she didn’t pull away.

“Look, I know that I did something really wrong and I know there’s no excuse. But Brittany, I swear I’m telling the truth. All I did was sleep. I promise.” he said. He looked so sad that I wanted to say ‘I forgive you’ for Brittany. He continued, “Seriously Brittany would I ever lie to you? Even if I wanted to I wouldn’t because I’d be too scared of you.” He said with a little laugh. Thankfully, that got a little smile out of Brittany as well as myself. It was true.

“Ya, I guess you are right.” She said giving in to her stubbornness, “Just don’t do it again.” she warned.

He nodded, “I won’t. I don’t want to hurt you Brittany…” he paused for a moment and I could tell he felt awkward. He looked at me and I turned away and began to leave the room trying to give them some privacy, “I love you.” I heard him say. I couldn’t help it but turn around. That’s the first time I ever heard Micky say that to a girl, and I think it was Brittany’s first time too because the look on her face said more than a million words. I think it was the first time that I ever saw her about to cry. It was so romantic! She smiled big.

“Oh, I love you too! You’re my Micky!” She said giving him a huge hug, and they gave each other a little kiss. I smiled. How sweet.

“I think we’re going to head off.” Brittany said giggling like a young girl and holding Micky’s hand. Micky beamed.

“Okay. I’m glad you guys figured it out.” I said.

“Me too,” she said and gave Micky a kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for talking to me too Olivia.”

I smiled. “No problem. Have a good night guys,” I said as they left. It was late in the afternoon and I began to get hungry. Just as I sat down to eat, the phone rang again.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hello, luv!”

“Hey Olivia!”

“Hi!”

“Hello!” I heard four voices say. I smiled and laughed.

“Hi guys. How are you?” I asked still smiling. They were so funny.

“Good, how about you?” George asked.

“Ah, pretty good.”

“Only pretty good? What’s wrong?” John said.

“Nothing really. Brittany and Micky just got into a fight. She came over to talk to me so we’ve been doing that the last hour or so, and Micky just came over, so they’re good again.” I said.

“I see.” John said.

“So, you guys get today off?” I asked.

“No, actually it’s pretty late here, bout 11:30pm. But we figured we’d call you now when we can. Rather than during the day in between shows, when the timing would probably be off.” Paul explained.

“Oh, busy day then?” I asked next.

“Oh, not too bad.” Ringo said, “Me hands hurt from drummin’ though. Played 3 shows today. Right in a row.”

“I’m sorry Ringo.” I said sympathetic for him.

“Ah, don’t be sorry. He’s just a baby.” John said. The other’s laughed, including Ringo. We talked about our schedules so far and what we’ve been up to. The Beatles were going to Vienna next and I was excited for them. It sounds beautiful over there. It began to get late for the guys, so after about an hour we all hung up. They told me they’d be calling in a few days to let me know when they’ll be arriving in town, for their next mini break. I couldn’t wait to see them again. As much as it’s been fun being at home, I’ve gotten used to running around everywhere and being with George and the other Beatles, so I kinda missed it. Nothing much more exciting happened between the time that they called and arrived. They did indeed call again, which was nice. Otherwise, I hung out with the girls and the Monkees a few more times which, like I said was nice. But in my time alone, I still couldn’t help but think about the conversation with Brittany. Was I just infatuated with Paul? Was it just his looks, kiss, and fame? Or did I really like him?

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