Hello Fanfiction realm! As you all know, I do not own the Beatles. But I do own Apple Records so I guess I own the Beatles in a way. But I am prone to lying, if you wanted to know. There will be a reference or two to Doctor Lennon 007's story "Beatles in a Beetle" and I do not own The Everly Brothers' Bye Bye Love. But hey, I may be lying.

"You sure you're going to do fine with Nick all day," Paul asked George with a look of concern. George snorted and playfully elbowed Paul in the gut.

"'Course I can! I'm not a youngster you need to worry about all the time Paul," George assured him with a quick smile as they walked down the street to the Cavern Club where Paul was going to play some music with the Quarrymen in only a couple more minutes. And of course Paul here was nearly going to get himself late because he apparently needed to get something that he didn't have before and wasted valuable minutes by looking for it. And a very slow pace at that, George thought dryly at the time.

"I don't worry about you all the time Georgie, only when you tend to act a bit off."

"So all the time?" Paul laughed and walked a bit faster as they got a bit closer to the door, fixing his hair every so often.

"Honestly, if you keep playing round with your hair people are going to think you have a wig," George hollered happily as he opened the door to get into the club. And when people looked over to see what the noise was about, he quite obviously pointed at Paul, who was trying to hide behind his guitar case with very little success.

He didn't let this go unnoticed though, shoving George straight to the person they were trying to get to in the first place while hooting and hollering instead of just walking up and making George comfortable in talking to someone else. Funny thing, Nick acted as if he didn't notice the noise at all and continued to watch the Quarrymen set up, which reminded Paul to hurry it up a bit and get on stage as soon as possible.

"Hey, Nick! Got cotton in your ears do you now," Paul asked with a very bright smirk after lightly turning the man of subject round in his chair to see George, who seemed to be trying to hide behind his friend and his guitar case. The elder of the two easily noticed when he couldn't find the younger and brought him back to view.

"Now why'd I go off 'n' do somethin' bell ended like that," Nick jested and George noticed greatly that he was a proper Scouser with his thick accent, possibly stronger than his own and Paul's.

"Eh, it seems like something you'd go off and do," Paul replied and stuck his thumb in George's direction. "This is George, the lad I was talking to you about." He pushed George in front of him and started to make his way to the stage, dreading the talk he'd get from John on how 'Perfect Paul was the late one this time'. He really did want to stay a bit longer with the two and if he did, the talk would get longer. So obviously this was the lesser of the two evils hosted by Lennon.

"Well I'll leave you two to talking, alright then?" The guitarist didn't wait for an answer and promptly walked to the stage, leaving them to talk. Although what they really did was sit in an uncomfortable silence until the band started to play one of the many songs they would sing, Bye Bye Love:

Bye bye love

Bye bye happiness

Hello loneliness

I think I'm-a gonna cry

Nick snorted, taking on a sort of grimace on his face as the music continued to go and looked away from the band for a moment to roll his eyes, showing George his total non-amusement.

"Paul's gone off 'n' called this jarg heap of a band class, does 'e now," Nick asked no one in particular, making George a bit stiff with this kind of topic. He honestly thought John, Paul and the rest were doing pretty good, even doing the Everly Brothers some real competition on who was better if he really thought about it.

"'e also went off, dragin' me 'ere to meet ye—no offense on that one lad—even though 'e probably knows 'imself that 'is band isn't up to what 'e's been going on 'bout." He took a pause, Thank God for that, I don't know if I can take his complaining anymore, George quickly thought and was even wondering if Paul would mind him not being at the table he left him at and instead being outside, even though it was November and quickly getting cold.

Sadly, Nick continued to talk utter rubbish about the band once more and George was getting quite fed up with it and went instead to listening to the music, which would have irritated Nick had he heard George's thoughts. So of course he tried to listen to the music with full concentration. Even trying to hear the little twangs of the guitar if they came up well enough to hear.

There she goes my baby with someone new

She sure looks so happy, I sure am blue

She was my baby till he stepped in

Goodbye to romance that might have been

Nick grumbled in frustration again and George was getting frustrated, even with his calm demeanour that he kept so well. George himself was surprised as to how a person could keep so much rage locked away to themselves and not seem to be foul at all until you got to know them. Really, he was more surprised as to how Paul didn't notice this awful behaviour in one of his friends, especially when said friend was saying snarky and awful things about them.

At one point—he couldn't remember for the life of him when all of this happened as the music and never ending chatter continued as they slowly got louder at one point when they went through more songs—George's vision started to get a bit red round the edges and he would continuously clench his hand into a fist and tense as Nick continued his minutely ramble.

He simply sat through it though, trying to be a good friend to Paul and all but really, would Paul like one of his friends talking about him so badly like this? George certainly wouldn't like it if someone else talked about him like that but then again he wouldn't take it like Paul might if he heard.

"'onestly, the scone 'ead would 'ave to understand sometime 'bout this. Don't ye think George," Nick asked. That's when his vision was positively red. He stood up, glaring at the elder person with fury a person would cringe at but Nick seemed to merely be amused by this and stood up too.

"So yer angry are ye then? Need to go have a talk with Paul then? 'e'd 'ave a right laug' at that—" George then promptly head-butted him, not caring about the glaring pain that was forming rapidly on his forehead. He heard noises of shock and anger that could barely rival his own but he didn't pay much attention to it and continued to stare daggers at Nick's face.

Speaking of Nick, he was on the ground cradling his head that was showing early signs of bruising at his own forehead. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Paul and John coming up to him with real speed.

"Whoa, what a hit junior! You really did that guy in! By the way…who is he," John said with great happiness and enthusiasm as if he promoted fights that happened in clubs, though it seemed like something he would do. Paul was the exact opposite with a very stiff but confused face as if trying to decide whether to be very angry or question what was going on.

"Now why'd you go off and do that," Paul whispered with a small emotion creeping into his voice, possibly rage.

"I did it because he wasn't worthy of your friendship." And with that George gave Nick one last glare and walked to the door and straight out of the Cavern.

. . . . . . . . .

Paul played the last few strings on his guitar of the song with John and the song ended like that. A bunch of people clapped and he couldn't help but feel pretty darn good as he got off the stage to take a quick break and see how his two friends were doing at the table he so quickly left them at. But what he saw wasn't what he was really expecting.

What he wanted to see was them laughing at something the other said or giving him a good pat on the back for a job well done—they didn't have to do the last one but he was really hoping. Instead he saw George Harrison standing as tall as he could and glaring at Nick, who was down for the count and certainly seemed out of it.

"Whoa, what a hit junior! You really did that guy in! By the way…who is he," John said in a voice that made Paul nearly do a double take because he didn't expect someone to be amused by this. Instead he asked what was going on and he was hoping for a great explanation for the fight that had Nick groaning quite loudly.

"I did it because he wasn't worthy of your friendship." And George left like that. It wasn't the best explanation, but Paul could get something from it. He picked Nick up and sat him in a chair and was waiting for Nick to give him the question George wasn't.

"That cracked friend of yers jus' slammed 'is forehead right into mine! I didn't say anythin'—" Paul stopped listening there because the story then fell into place. He didn't need to listen anymore to the story as he now knew everything and George was probably halfway down the street. George would never do something that rash without a very proper reason to do that thing.

"I'm going to see what's happened between you too. And just so you know, I think George is pretty believable right now." And in the same fashion George did, Paul McCartney walked right out of the club, without even a look backward.

"Well, this was certainly an eventful day, wasn't it lad," John said to fill the silence. All Nick did was nod in response.

Now that was that! How was it? This is my first fic ya know, so reviews are really appreciated. By the way, let's give John a little moment of RIP because...yeah. Now to make this more light and fluff again, did you know that when you review, little angels in heaven become British and Beatles fans at the same time? Quite the cool fact ain't it? So if you'd like an angel to be British and a fan of a boss band...review!

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