Hey there! Here is the next chapter, I made it a little longer since I have been feeling guilty for not doing a longer one in a while. I want to give a shout out to 023Faust, not only for writing one of my favourtie fanfics at the moment, but for the message as well, it was really great, Thanks a bundle! Anyway now that you're here I might as well tell you about a website that I made as a joke for my friend who was absoulutley clueless about the Beatles, its been a lot of fun making it so if your interested you can check it out at .com/
Thanks again and ENJOY!
-Abbie J
I was totally immobilized. My hand went directly to the back of my head to where my long pony tail was just moments ago. Now just a mop top of shaggy brown locks remained. Tears started to build up in my already glossy eyes, I almost didn't notice the completely stunned faces of the other Beatles that made a quick transition into giggling. John ruffled the top of my head, then pulled a comb from his pocket and ran it through my hair until it was a perfectly round mop-top. He then quickly sat down beside me, put an arm around my neck and brought our heads together side, by side.
"See, now we match, can't even tell the difference," John said enthusiastically.
"I am going to kill you," I said staring and the floor, my teeth clenched.
"What was that dear?" John cooed. There was so much rage built inside me that I couldn't possibly hold back any longer. I just lost it.
"JOHN I"M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Paul's Point of View
I was still relatively shocked at the event that 'ad just taken place, as I quickly glanced around the room I realized I wasn't the only one. Charlie at this point had completely lost it on John, out of nowhere she had pounced on him like a cat, and clung onto 'im until 'e eventually dropped to the ground. We were absolutely dumbfounded. Not once in my entire life knowing John had I ever seen a sight like this. He was on the ground with Charlie on top of 'im flailing 'er arms around trying to get a swing at 'im. Knowing John's track record, it was only a matter of time before 'e started swinging right back at 'er. I 'ad seen John 'it a gurl before, and I love 'aving Charlie around... we all love 'aving Charlie around, and the last thing I wanted was to 'ave John fuck everythin' up with his short-ass temper. It seemed as if the other guys thinking the same thing because we all instinctively rushed from our seats and began to pry her off of John. "I'm gunna kill 'em, I'm gunna kill 'em," she repeatedly screamed, while flailing around in my arms. I draped her over my shoulder and carried her down the hallway and into mine and George's hotel room. As we came through the door, she managed to weasel her way out of my grip and ran straight to the bathroom, and flung the door shut. I took a seat on the bed, as I 'eard 'er sobbing through the thin wooden door. I 'onestly didn't know why she was crying about it, I still thought she looked beautiful. Right as I was about to walk through that bathroom door to comfort 'er I 'eard a knock at the door. I swung the door open to reveal a familliar, pretty face that for some reason made me feel slightly guilty. "Paul!" she shouted and instantly wrapped 'er arms around me neck. "Jane, it's great to see you love," I 'ugged 'er back. I 'ad forgotten we 'ad planned to get together this night of the tour. She let go and then grabbed me by the 'and and began to drag me out of the 'otel room. "Come on Paulie, lets go to my room," I desperatly wanted to stay and make sure Charlie was alright, but it 'ad be such a longtime since spending the night with a young lady, my body was not going to let me pass this up. I spanked her lightley and while giggling, followed 'er back to 'er room.
I stared into the mirror, but the face I saw back was utterly different. My eyes were stained red, from what I assumed was from crying, but the reefers probably made it look worse. And then there was my hair. My shoulders stood bare were at once my long curly locks sat, now replaced by a shaggy brown mop-top. I played around with it to try to get a look that I was somewhat content with. How could John do something like this? I knew John had a history of violating women's bodies, but this was far from what I had in mind. I began to wash my face when there was a knock on the bathroom door. It sent a sudden shock through my body, I became nervous, I looked horrible, and I prayed it wasn't John, I honestly didn't think I could talk to him right now. Another knock belted through the wood, I beckoned to its call and opened the door. And there stood in black fitted pants, and a white button shirt open ever so slightly to display his smooth, flat chest was George Harrison.
"Hey Charlotte," he simply said, looking at me with is deep brown eyes. I was so captivated by them, George just had this wonderful way of knowing exactly how you felt, and he knew precisely how to get you to a point of happiness again.
"You know, I quite like your 'air like that, you look very mod rocker," he said with a signature crooked grin, and ran his hand through my hair. My skin tingled at his very touch.
"So a 'mocker' then, would you say?" I giggled
"I always forget that you 'ave seen our movie in the future, we have planned to film a new one, you know. I think ya should be in it with me," George said in a manner that I assumed to be his way of flirting. Those butterflies began to arise within me again.
"You think so?" I playfully asked, and followed him out of the bathroom as he took a seat on his own bed, while I sat directly across from him on Paul's.
"Yeah, and show off yer new gear 'aircut," we both laughed as I covered my blushing face in my hands. After a few seconds of silence I felt him looking at me, and I looked up to see him intently fixed upon me, with a smile slowly progressing across his face.
"You kinda remind me of me friend Astrid, with your 'air like that, " he noted
"I don't know about that George, she was beautiful, like stunning," I said trying to muffle his compliment.
" She is yeah, but I think you are far more beautiful then 'er," he said. I was stunned, all I could do was just stare back into his ever intriguing eyes as they read my soul as if it were an open book. George Harrison thinks I am beautiful. A shockwave of a certain energy filled my body at just the thought. Every time something like this happend it always occurred to me that this whole thing could just be a dream, but as he started to lean towards me, I wished that if it was, I never wanted to wake up. He put a hand to my now bare neck and pulled my ever willing lips onto his. This was different from any other kiss I had ever had before. There was something special, a connection with someone, that had never been familiar to me until now. His mouth opened slightly breeding to the passion we shared for each other. As his breath poured into my own, I could taste the tobacco, and my mind instantly made visions of the dreaded 2001 headlines. Our mouths slowly drifted apart as tears started to pour down my face. I looked straight into his eyes, while I was completely sobbing at the thought that this could very well be the last moment I could experience with George, I could return as instantly as I arrived. Without question he picked me up and brought me over to his side of the bed in a tight embrace. He didn't say a single word, and he didn't have to. With no recollection of ceasing I just layed there in George Harrison's arms, and like his guitar, gently weeping.
I woke up that morning to the sound of a knock on the door, right where I last recalled. I felt a sigh of relief as George layed awake beside me. I kissed him on the cheek as a smile quickly spread across his face, and I went to go answer the door. I interrupted the second knock as I flung the door open to see none other than Mr. Starkey.
"GOOOOD MORNING" Ringo sang loudly filling out entire room, and I can imagine the entire hotel building with his impressively awake voice. George sighed at the disturbance and got out of bed. Ringo and I both had a laugh as he handed me a pile of clothes.
"And today's outfit is sponsored by Capitol Records." He in a booming radio voice.
"Thanks Richie," I laughed and walked into the bathroom to change.
By the afternoon, George and I, now joined by Ringo and Paul were just knocking' about the hotel room killing time before the next show. Ringo and I were dancing around to Georges guitar playing as we waited for Paul to finish sketching a 'surprise' picture for Ringo.
"Here Ye, here Ye. I do declare this masterpiece, FINISHED" Paul announced.
"Here," I pulled out my iPhone.
"Let's get this one on camera Paulie," Paul stood up and carried his picture over in front of me, and Ringo took his place beside him. I pressed record, and the magic began. I swung it 'round to George, giving this potential masterpiece quite a winning soundtrack. He smiled when he noticed I was filming him and then laughed as he glanced to his bandmates. I brought the camera back to their direction.
"Hey Ringo, I've done a painting of you and I thought you'd like it, it's of remarkable likeness,"
"Oh, that's wunderful Paul..."
"Do you really like it?"
"...I really like that one,"
"Will you buy it?"
"No"
"Okay Ringo," George said as Paul scampered off to find something else, and I tried my best not to laugh and ruin our small film. Paul came back, this time with an odd poster we had laying around.
"Ringo I've dun n'abstract!" Ringo did a very animated laugh,
"That's good!" he expressed.
" Iv'e dun... I've dun n'abstract"
"Good, Good, look at that," Ringo pointed to what could have possibly been a nose on the picture and we all laughed.
"I couldn't get the 'air good though,"
"No, it's lovely,"
"Incidental music by George Harrison," George chimed in with a smile. By this time Paul had taken a painting from the wall, which was the oddest of sorts. It was of four splotches with thin lines connecting them to the bottom of the frame.
"I've dun anuther one... since then," Ringo quickly bursted out laughing.
"Is that me?" Ringo asked pointing to the shortest of the blobs.
"No,"
"Oh it is'nt?"
"No, it's the married one,"
"Oohh, It's the married one."
