Ok, so I forgot to put this in the first chapter, so I'm putting in this one. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
I Wanna Be Your Man
Chapter: 2
"I knew this would happen!" Liz wailed.
"Alright, Liz calm down love." Mr. McCartney said soothingly. Mike put a comforting arm around her.
"How could I calm down?" Liz wiped the hot tears of anger and frustration off her cheeks.
Jim had just called to inform her that there was a break-in at her house, and Beth had been badly injured.
"Why don't we go see her Liz?" Mike suggested quietly. Liz nodded and before she knew it she was crying at Beth's bedside.
Beth wasn't responding to anything as she fell in and out of consciousness.
"Oh, Beth, please be alright…" Liz sobbed quietly, "Please…"
"Lizzie…?" Beth muttered. Liz grabbed her hand and sniffled loudly.
"Beth? Talk to me please!" Liz sobbed.
"Lizzie you need to get away…" Beth's voice was fading, "Away from here..."
"But Beth where would I go?" Beth watched her aunt's eye lashes flutter, "Beth!" she was slipping back into unconsciousness.
The last thing Beth said before Liz was forced to leave was a word; a name she hadn't thought about in a long time. She said in her barely audible voice, "George…"
Liz was barely aware of the doctor leading get out of the room. She didn't even notice Mike or Mr. McCartney's worried expressions, or the fact that they were going back to their home.
The only thing that echoed in her mind was her aunt's last words, "George…George…George…" Liz didn't know what to do. Where would she find him? How would she even get to him? What would happen if she didn't find him? Would one of them get hurt?
She didn't want to find out some of those answers, but she didn't want to go too far from Beth either.
"Well what are you going to do?" Mike asked a few days later after Liz told him about it.
"I dunno yet. I don't wanna leave Beth and I wouldn't even know where to start looking for George."
"Well I know they're going to the US sometime this month." Mike smirked.
"But where are they now?" Liz sighed and ran her hand through her long brown hair.
"Well I know Paul's address, but I can't guarantee he'll be there."
"Well it's a start at least." Liz sighed again.
Mike nodded and walked out of the room. Liz was left with her thoughts. She decided to go to bed a little earlier than usual, because she desperately needed to get her mind off Beth and George, or the fact that her lunatic of a father was on the loose looking for a way to find her.
She curled up under her blankets and soon fell asleep, dreaming about George for the first time in a long time.
Liz woke up the next morning, forgetting everything that had been going on the past few weeks for a few seconds.
As soon as she sat up and looked around it all rushed back to her. She found it hard then she expected to hold back her sobs.
She let out a shaky breath and dragged herself out of bed. She was met in the kitchen by Mr. McCartney and a box of cornflakes.
"Morning Mr. McCartney." She muttered as she poured her breakfast in a bowl with some milk.
"Good mornings miss Parker" he said smiling.
She sat down and ate her food in silence until Mike got up and tried to strike up conversation.
"So I know where Paul is." He said.
Liz perked up, "Really?"
"Yep, and I can tell you if I knew what the date was." Mike said nodding.
"Uh..." Liz had to stop and think for a second, "It's February 6."
"Great, they're getting ready to go to America." Mike said.
Mr. McCartney was going to cut in but the phone beat him to it. He went to answer it and came back with a happy smile. "Uh, Liz someone's on the phone for you…"
Liz frowned and went to go pick up the phone, "Hel-lo?" she asked curiously.
"Liz? It's Paul. I heard about Beth. Mike said you were stayin with them for a while."
"Oh my gosh! Hi Paul!" Liz was excited, "Yeah, Mike shouldn't be telling people where I am though."
"I heard about that too. How do you think he got out?" Paul's voice was soft and comforting.
"Jim said he had inside help." Liz's smile faded and she heard guitar laying in the background, "Who's there with you?"
She could practically hear his smirk, "Oh, nobody just George. You wanna talk to him?"
"NO! Paul- uh- please I -,"
"Hello?" George's voice echoed in her head, "Hello anyone there?"
"Oh, uh, sorry George, "She didn't know what to say to him.
"Who is this?" he asked sounding as if he already had an idea.
"Sorry, it's…Liz." She pursed her lips and waited for him to say something, anything.
"Hey Liz, uh, how- how you been?" George sounded nervous.
"I'm alright I guess, you know aside from my maniac father on the loose and the fact that he hospitalized Beth."
"Oh, gosh, George gasped, "I'm so sorry Liz…" George didn't know what to say either.
"So, when are you guys leaving for the US?" She was trying desperately to make conversation. Anything could be better then the awkward silence between them.
"Tomorrow around 6 a.m." he sounded suddenly excited.
"Cool, when do you think you'll get back?" Liz bit her lip.
"We'll be back February 22. George said. She knew he was smiling on his end of the phone.
"So, maybe we can get together when you come back, you know to catch up?" she squeezed her eyes shut in hoping.
"I don't know Liz." He lost his happy tone suddenly.
"Oh," Liz sighed, "Then I guess that's it then."
"No, Liz." George said before he lost her, "It's not that I don't want to! It's just we don't get a whole lot of time off is all."
"Oh, ok, well I guess I'll see you around." Liz felt her eyes well up.
"Oh hi again." Paul's voice came over the receiver, "George just dropped the phone and ran out of the house."
"Oh, well tell him…" Liz stopped and the silence that filled her ears was deafening.
"Tell him what, Liz?" Paul asked.
"Never mind, "She shook her head to clear her thoughts, "Wait, tell him I miss him, will you Paul?"
"Yeah Liz," he said gently, "I'll tell him. Bye Liz."
"Bye Paul." Liz hung up the phone and sighed. Then it a cured to her; she forgot to ask for George to help her! She groaned and smacked herself in the face. How could she be so stupid?
Mike walked in the room and noticed her frustration, "You alright love?"
Liz bursted into tears, "NO!" she sobbed. Mike wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and tried to comfort her, "I talked to Paul and George…"
"Did you ask George to help? What did he say?" Mike asked pulling away.
Liz just cried harder, "Mike I didn't ask him! I forgot!"
"You forgot?" Mike asked frowning, "How could you forget something that important?"
"I don't know," Liz choked, "I got…lost."
Mike squinted his eyes and kept frowning, "You got…lost?"
Liz nodded, and she felt her cheeks get red, "I-in his voice I-I guess."
Mike looked at her and saw something he'd only seen on those rare occasions when George and Liz came over to see Paul together. He wondered if she knew she still liked him. "I get it Liz, but what are you gonna do know?"
Liz suddenly had an idea, "Mike, I need Paul's address!"
"Ok," Mike hurried to write down the address, "Why?"
"Because I'm going to see Paul." She said moving to the door.
"Oh no you're not," Mr. McCartney stopped her, "You promised to be at the hospital with Beth."
"But I have to-," Liz tried to argue.
"NO, you told Beth you'd be there so you and Mike are going there with Me." he responded sternly.
"Yes sir." Liz looked at the floor and swallowed hard.
Later Liz, Mike, and Mr. McCartney were at the hospital, and all Liz could think of was how she should be out looking for George.
"Liz you can go look for him when we get back." Mike said, getting quite fed up with all her complaining.
Liz rolled her eyes and slouched in her chair. She picked at the loose strands on her skirt with boredom. She practically ran out of the hospital when it was time to go. Not that she didn't still love Beth. Or want her to get better, but Beth told her to find George, and she couldn't do that cooped up in the hospital.
Mr. McCartney seemed determined to keep her close, "Liz could you vacuum the living room? I asked Mike to do it yesterday, but he didn't, so…?"
Liz sighed, "Sure Mr. McCartney."
Liz vacuumed as quickly as she could, and was going to leave, but Mr. McCartney stopped her again to dry the dishes. When she was finished with that Mr. McCartney asked her to do another chore Mike probably could have done, but how could she say no to him? Every time she got close to leaving, Mr. McCartney sidetracked her.
By the time he couldn't possibly have anymore chores for her to do it was too dark and cold to go anywhere.
'Fine,' she thought looking out side one more time, as if it would make it daylight again, 'I'll just get up early tomorrow and find him then.'
She trudged off to bed and went to sleep to get up hopefully before Mr. McCartney.
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