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Chapter 35: This Boy

Sasha's POV

February 16, 1964

After a hectic day of packing, we were finally on the plane going to Miami. In the last several days, we finished up our business in New York, went to Washington, DC, and then back to New York. We were all terribly tired and almost everyone was sleeping on the plane except me. I couldn't sleep, unlike George who snored next to me; I had too much on my mind. I was so excited and still wound up from playing concerts for screaming fans. I was becoming everything I had always wanted to be.

When the plane landed in Miami, we headed off the plane to the place where you grab your luggage. This part of the airport was almost empty because the guards had blocked it off so we could gather our belongings in peace.

I saw Paul dart off in the corner of eye and heard John say, "Hey, where's Macca going?"

I looked at Paul running off and saw him caress a red headed girl.

"Jane's here," I said excitedly.

I ran toward them and joined in their hug. Jane Asher was Paul's girlfriend, and she was like a sister to me. We had become so close since they started dating last year. Her and Maureen had also hit it off. We would tell each other everything. Jane and Maureen would report back to me when they would have to endure a dinner with John and Cynthia. There were some things that I hadn't told Jane, however. I hadn't told her about the extent of my relationship with John in the past. I had told Maureen a year and half after I met her. I had to make sure I could trust the person completely before telling that story from my past.

"Sasha! I missed you," she said ignoring Paul and talking to me.

"I missed you too, Jane. We've been so busy, and Maureen and I have barely had time to talk. Now, hopefully, we can relax a bit here," I said.

"I hope so too. We'll have to have a pow wow in the hotel room," she suggested.

"Not without me, you won't," we turned around and saw Maureen walking from the group over to us.

"Mo!" Jane screamed and hugged her.

"Excuse me, but have you forgotten me," we all stopped jumping around excitedly and turned see Paul awkwardly standing beside us.

"Oh, Paulie, you know we haven't forgotten you," Jane said wrapping her arms around his waist.

When got to the hotel, we had to work out new sleeping arrangements. Our suite at this hotel had two bedrooms, so Maureen and Ringo shared a room with John and Cynthia. That left Jane and Paul with me and George. We didn't have much time to catch up with each other because we had to get down to hotel ballroom to do a rehearsal for Ed Sullivan. Just the boys were performing this time, so I took a seat in between Jane and Mo in the front row.

The boys did the first few songs in their set then got to a song they hadn't preformed in America yet. John, George, and Paul gathered around one mic and started singing.

That boy took my love away
Oh, he'll regret it someday
But this boy wants you back again

That boy isn't good for you
Though he may want you to
This boy wants you back again

Every time John would say 'that boy', he would glare at George; and when he wasn't glaring at George, he was glaring at me.

Oh, and this boy would be happy
Just to love you, but oh, my, oh
That boy won't be happy
till he's seen you cry

Jane leaned over to me, "What's he doing?"

Mo then leaned over, "Are you seeing this? He looks pissed."

This boy wouldn't mind the pain
Would always feel the same
If this boy gets you back again

This boy, this boy...

When the song was over, I was in shock. John just basically sang a song that said that George took me away from him and that he wants me back. The message was clear and it was made more obvious with his angry glaring. The trip had been going so well. John and I were actually becoming friendly and comfortable around each other, and now, he's doing this.

Jane and I looked at each other and shrugged. I knew her and Mo would ask me about it later in the hotel room.

When we went back up to our rooms, Jane and Mo suggested that we three stay in the living room. Everyone else headed to bed while we set snacks and drinks on the coffee table and turned on the radio softly. We sat on the couches with our pajamas on, eating and talking.

"So, what the hell was that with John tonight?" Jane asked. I knew someone was going to bring it up eventually.

My voice got a little quieter, "You and Mo do know that we dated, right?"

"Yeah, you told me a couple years ago," Mo said a bit louder.

"You dated?!" Jane said louder than I think she meant to.

"Sssh! Yeah, we dated. When I moved to Liverpool, when I was sixteen, I went to Paul's house, and John and the rest of the Quarrymen were there. John and I clicked and started dating. When we went to Hamburg three years later, he got out of control. He was drunk almost all the time and took girls backstage to the bathroom at the club we played at," I paused. This was harder to talk about again than I expected, "He started hitting me, and one night, I thought he was going to kill me. An old friend of ours, called Stu, found me in the bathroom floor and took me back to Liverpool and away from John. He has never apologized for the way things ended. I mean, we were engaged to be married the next year," I explained to them.

Jane had tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry that happened to you. I can't believe that you and John were so involved and serious," Jane sighed, "but what's that got to do with George? He was glaring at him too. I mean, I know you guys are dating and all, but you and John broke up years ago."

"Well, John still loves me, and he is just jealous that I'm with George. That's what the song was saying, that he still loved me and wanted me back, and that George stole me from him."

"But George didn't steal you from John," Jane said.

"I know."

Mo still looked shocked, "How do you know that John still loves you?"

"Do you see the way John always looks at Sasha," Jane pointed out.

"That, and," I took a deep breath, "What I'm about to tell you is something I've haven't told anyone. So, you have to promise that you won't tell a soul," they nodded, and I continued, "A couple months ago we had been at backstage at one of the Christmas shows. Everyone left, but Brian wanted to speak to me and John. Brian told us that we had to act like friends in public so the fans and journalists wouldn't think there was anything out of the ordinary. Brian left us alone to discuss it, and the argument got heated. I started yelling at him, and at some point, we started kissing and ended up on the couch. When we were kissing on the couch I let in him touch me," I tried to find the right word, "privately."

"You let him finger you?!" Mo shouted in shock.

Both Jane and I shushed her.

"Yes," I continued, "But only for a second, until I realized what I was doing. I pushed him off of me and told him that this was a mistake. I started crying and then he just came out and told he loved me. He held me for a while before we went to get in Brian's car."

"Oh My Beatle," Jane said slowly.

Mo and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Jane looked at us, "What?"

"Oh my Beatle," Mo said in between laughs.

"Will you ladies mind being a little quieter?"

We all turned to find John walking to the kitchen. Jane and I exchanged glances.

"What are you doing up?" Mo asked him.

John walked over and sat down in between me and Jane on the couch with a beer that he had just grabbed out of the fridge, "Well, I went to the club down the street and when I came back, I went to the toilet, and I heard you girls in here laughing."

"Yeah, Jane said something really funny," Mo explained.

"Yeah, what?" John asked looking at me.

"We were talking and a shocking part in our conversation came up. Jane reacted by saying, 'Oh my Beatle,'" I explained.

John giggled, "Funny. Of course, you girls were in here cutting people up."

"Excuse me?" Jane said, speaking for us.

"Gossiping," John said, "I'm not stupid. I know what happens when girls get together."

"Well, we were just going to head to bed. Right, ladies?" Mo said saving us from sitting there another minute with John. It was kind of awkward, considering that we had just been talking about him and me.

"Yeah, goodnight Mo," I said standing up.

Jane stood up as well, "Yeah, goodnight Mo. John."

Mo walked to her room, and Jane and I walked to our room.

"Sasha," I turned around see John standing up now, "Goodnight."

He needed to stop saying goodnight to me like that.

"Night, John," I said.

I turned back around and followed Jane in the bedroom. George and Paul were snoring away in separate beds. The beds were separated by a nightstand, and Jane and I ended up facing each other across the beds.

I closed my eyes to go to sleep.

"Sasha," I heard Jane whisper causing my eyelids to shoot open, "John is defiantly still madly in love with you."

"Shut up," I whispered back.

I didn't want it to be true. Why did my life suddenly have to become so complicated? But sadly, I had a feeling that this was just the beginning.

February 26, 1964

I was sitting in the passenger seat of George's car, waiting for him to come out of our new house in Esher to head to the movie studios in London. Ever since we had been back from the States, the boys had been filming their first film. I watched as George closed the front door and lock it before walking to the car. I watched him walk and smiled, thinking about last night. Yesterday was his twenty first birthday, and we had gone out for drinks after the boys threw him a party at Paul's house. We had come back home and made love all night. George was a sweet man, but something slipped out his mouth last night that I couldn't shake. He had casually mentioned that he wanted to get married and spend the rest of his life with me. I wasn't sure why it had bothered me so much. I loved George so much. I knew that, and it honestly bothered me because it had bothered me, and I couldn't figure out why.

"Ready, darling?" He asked, climbing in the car.

I nodded my head, "You look quite handsome this morning. You've got a glow about you. It must be because you're twenty one now."

He chuckled, "Or it's from what you did to me last night."

"It was that good, huh?" I smirked at him.

He smiled, showing his fangs, "Well, I was thinking we could do it again sometime."

"How about tonight?" I winked.

He laughed his big laugh, "Now, you're talking."

George and I chatted casually the rest of the way to the film studios. I knew that George was so excited to be doing all of this. He hadn't stopped smiling since we'd been in America.

When we pulled in the parking lot of the studios, George turned the car off and turned to me, "How would you like to go on holiday?"

"It sounds lovely. I could use a vacation. I feel like I haven't rested since '62," I laughed.

"We have been quite busy," George agreed, "I'm glad you think it's a good idea because I already booked the trip."

I smiled at him, "Where are we going, Mr. Harrison?"

"In May, we're going to Hawaii and Tahiti with John and Cynthia."

I smiled at him. He got out of the car and grabbed his guitar case from the back seat. I couldn't believe this. I guess George thought it was okay since, on the surface, John and I were friends again. I couldn't go on vacation with John there. I just couldn't.