Chapter 3

"Liver Lads"

John placed a hand on the door knob, took a deep breath, and set a stoic expression on his face. He twisted the knob and pushed open the door. There were four bunk beds, four chests of drawers and a study table in the room. A pale boy was sitting on one of the bunks, reading a book. He jumped up when he saw John and his face broke out into a grin;John could see he lived up to the English stereotype of bad oral hygiene, as two of his front teeth stuck out making him look somewhat related to Dracula.

"Hallo," the boy held his hand out, "You're John right? The older fella," his heavy accent laced his words and John had to concentrate to make out what he was saying.

John glanced at the hand warily, "That's me. Who're you supposed to be?"

"I'm George Harrison," he replied and went on to add, "I've heard a lot about you."

John gave him a fake smile, "Listen toddler, you should go back to your own room. This dormitory's for the older lads." John looked George in the eye, then glanced at the door and then back at George's big browns. John sharpened his gaze when George didn't budge.

George began to laugh, "Well actually older lad, dormitories aren't arranged age wise. Mrs Devlin reckons a few years age difference shouldn't make a difference in friendship."

"That bloody Devil." John shook his head and sat down on a bed. He hauled his trunk onto the bed and began piling his belongings on. George watched for a moment.

"That bed's taken," he pointed out, "It's —"

"Mine now," John replied shortly and pooled through the trunk.

"You should empty out your trunk and arrange your belongings inside the chest of drawers, the dark brown one is yours by the way. We're allowed to keep a few items on top of the chest. Only a few," George informed him with authority.

"I like the light brown one better," John replied as he eyed a light brown chest. Amicably, he opened the drawer and began pulling things out and setting them on the floor.

George jumped out of the bed, "You can't do that. It's not yours," he explained looking anxious.

"It is now," John replied and began putting his things away as neatly as he could, which wasn't neatly at all.

George watched in horror and then blinked. He shrugged and went back to reading his book.

"What'd ya do for fun kiddo?" John asked after a beat.

"My name's George. And we go outside and play. Or we do some activities after school. We're allowed to go to the village on the weekends," he replied thoughtfully.

"I said for fun," John muttered.

''You can also go to the pictures but you'll have to inform Mrs Devlin what you'll be watching and when you'll be back," George replied as he shrugged.

John made a face, "How fun."

"Where you from?" George asked curiously, he couldn't pick up on John's accent which went from posh to Teddy boy in a matter of seconds.

"Liddy Pool."

"Really? Same as me. We're all from Liverpool," George informed him looking happy, "All the Liver Lads together!" he exclaimed.

John scoffed, "Liver lad? Sounds revolting."

"She's gotten even better looking," Ringo said as he opened the door and helped Paul inside, "If that's even possible."

"I'll say," Paul agreed, "She's got a great bum on her. Quality lushness."

The two were so caught up in their conversation they didn't notice a stranger in their dorm. Ringo tore his eyes away from Paul and blinked as he caught sight of an auburn haired fellow. Ringo started at the new face in the dorm. He glanced at George who shrugged in response. Paul looked up and his face broke out into a grin.

"Johnny!" he cried and flung his arms around the boy.

"Gerrof me Macca," John shrugged out of his grip, "Quit acting like a queer," he admonished.

"What're you doing here?" Paul asked in surprise, his eyes wide and bright.

"Apparently I go to school here now," John replied and pulled a cigarette out of his coat pocket. As soon as he had lit it Ringo pulled it out of his mouth.

"Smoking inside the building is forbidden," He informed John who snickered.

"You owe me a ciggie," John replied and began lighting another one.

"Would you put that out? You're going to get us all excluded" Ringo retorted and snatched the unlit cigarette from Johns grasp and threw it out of the window.

"That's the plan," John replied winking.

"Who're you supposed to be anyway?" Ringo asked.

"I'm supposed to be Elvis," John quipped, "But that role's being occupied right now so I've settled for John Lennon instead"

The stern look vanished off Ringo's face and he smirked, "Funny one you are."

"Now don't bring looks into this," George added quipped with a smirk of his own.

"Shut your gob, clever clocks!" John retorted with an amused look on his face.

"It's absolutely great," Paul was saying, "John's here now. We're all friends. We're in our last year and Dawn is still gorgeous!"

"Who's this Dawn?" John inquired.

"The bird he wishes he had," George replied.

"Correction young Harrison," Paul replied and George scowled, "The bird I will have. Soon enough."

"He's been saying that every since he first saw her," Ringo muttered, "And that was three years ago."

"Love takes time!" Paul argued indignantly.

"Does she even know your name?" John laughed causing the others to set off.

"She will soon enough!"

This chapter took a wee bit longer to upload since me and my (totally gear) beta-reader KeefCakes were having a few problems with the document exchange thingie. Chapters will come in normally now. Thank you for reading and please review :D