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Anytime At All: Chapter Nine
'There are places I remember, all my life, though have changed, some forever not for better, some have gone and some remain "
"Come ead, Georgie, get on in!" John shouted, edging deeper in the water. George stood firmly on the sand, arms crossed.
"I told you, John, I don't want to." His nose was slightly sunburnt, as were his arms, and his hair was in his face. John put on a sad face.
"But it really is nice in here!" He swished his arms around, making small waves.
"No. I'd rather stay here." He sat on the ground, drawing circles with his finger.
"Sod." John commented quietly, going underwater. George watc
Anytime At All: Chapter Ten
"I don't know if I can do this." John muttered, standing outside the hospital room door. Ringo gave him a lopsided smile and rubbed his shoulder.
"You'll be fine" He assured him.
John nodded, his heart thumping. He turned to Paul, leaning on both of their shoulders. He had just been released from bed rest, but came with them instead of resting. He coughed and fell against the wall.
"Come on, John; go on inside, he's about to collapse." Ringo chuckled.
"I'm fine!" Paul insisted, a hand on his stomach.
"You should be in bed." Ringo sighed.
"Shaddup," Paul groaned, "I just got out. The bedsores are killing me."
Anytime At All: Chapter Eleven
Three Days Later~
"Ah, look who's sitting up, ready and raring to get home!" John exclaimed, running over to embrace George in a hug. George smiled and laughed.
"You're not kidding." He said with a cough.
Paul and Ringo came in now, smiling and giving George more hugs.
"We brought your day clothes." Ringo said, holding up a bag.
"Thanks, I'll just put those on now," George stuck his tongue out, pushing himself off the bed.
He hadn't been out of bed since he got there, nor had he bathed. He groaned a bit, his legs aching like nothing he had ever felt before.
"Need help?" John was at his side, a gentle hand on his back.
I've Just Seen A Face He sighed, sprawled on the couch. He reached out for a fluffy pillow, cuddling it under his stomach.
I didn't stop playing. The poignant sounds of the piano that normally cheered him up now just seemed to irritate him, especially whenever I screwed something up from my anxiety.
After the seventh time I did, he finally lifted his head. "Can you just stop?" he snapped.
I did for a minute, caught off guard. My fingers jumped, breaking the complete rhythm of the notes as easily as a mistake on the keys themselves. "You never usually want the sound of a piano to stop." I said hesitantly. I set my fingers against the keys, but didn't play.
You Are Tearing Me ApartRingo's POV
Couldn't he tell it was eating at me? Surely, he had to notice. Right?
The way he could walk around and be blissfully ignorant to my prolonged stares and lingering touches. The way he could be perfectly, happily single without a care in the world.
Couldn't he tell he was driving me bloody insane?!
"G-George...." I cleared my throat from the bed I was lounging on, turning in the direction of the chair where he was perched, guitar in his arms. We were sharing a room, like every other time.
He looked up, all be it briefly, with a confused look in his eyes. Whatever melody he was plinking out was enough to capture his full atten
Jealous GuyRingo was fast enough to press his thumb on top of George's and held on for three seconds. "One, two, three! I win!" he laughed and released his hold. His blue eyes twinkled merrily at the younger man for beating him at their tenth round of thumb wrestling.
"Cheater," George hissed, but he was smiling. He playfully swatted the drummer on the head before rising up from the carpet floor. Ringo stared at his backside and felt his mouth dry up.
"Where the fuck is Mal with the sandwiches?" John demanded from the couch. He took his novel off from his forehead and threw it across the room. The book sailed past Ringo and hit the wall.
Anytime At All: Chapter Five
Around noon, Brian stopped by to see the boys who were supposed to be giving a concert later that day. The door to their room was closed, and no noise was coming from behind it, like he had suspected. He knocked on the door, and waited for a minute. Nobody answered, so he continued inside. Everybody was up, all crowded round the two little beds. John was almost in bed in George, his arms wrapped round the guitarist's skinny shoulders. George had his eyes closed, and was taking deep breaths, followed almost immediately by coughs. Paul too was in bed, curled up with Ringo sitting in a chair beside him. They all looked up when Brian stro
Anytime At All: Chapter Four
George awoke late that morning, half coherent. He turned onto his side, closing his eyes. He was in a bed, a very comfortable one, but he wasn't sure how he had gotten there. He yawned, his throat scratching as he did so. The air caught painfully when he breathed in, causing him to cough. He lifted his hand to rub his nose, and noticed the pull of the I.V in his arm. He opened his eyes in surprise and found himself in a hospital room. He turned his headmuch too fastto find John situated beside him, sleeping. His heart calmed and he closed his eyes again, his head feeling heavy.
The door to the room was open, and he wat
Anytime At All Chapter Three
There was a knock at the door, and Ringo jogged out to answer it. He peered through the peep hole and saw an older woman in a white suit.
"Doctors here!" He called out as he opened the door. The doctor smiled as he let her inside. Paul was lying on the couch, a blanket wrapped around him. George and John were in their bedroom, George too weak to get up.
"Where are the sick ones?" She asked, following Ringo into the room.
"Paul and George; Paul is in the blanket, and George is in his room." They sat beside Paul on the couch and the doctor reached into her bag. Paul sneezed and shivered, breaking into a coughing fit.
Anytime Time At All Chapter TwoJohn leaped back as George began to throw up, leaning over the side of the bed. He ran to him and helped him up.
"Let's get to the bathroom, okay?" John said quietly as he wrapped his arm around George's shoulders. He steered him towards the bathroom, and they barely made it before George threw up yet again. John wasn't entirely sure what to do, so he sat beside the guitarist and rubbed his back in circular motions. This went on for about fifteen minutes straight, with George crouched over the toilet, and John sitting with him patiently.
"Get it all up." He said as George shuddered with heaves.
John rubbing his back wasn't real
Anytime At All: Chapter Eight Paul was frightened.
One minute, he and George were laughing and it seemed they'd be out and better in no time.
Then he awoke to a horrible coughing sound and George was being dragged away on a stretcher. In his groggy state, he couldn't comprehend what was happening, but George wasn't with him anymore. He was scared of being alone, and he had no idea what was happening to George. A few tears escaped from his eyes while he contemplated. It'd been hours without George there, and he was getting worried.
Probably due to the anxiety, his physical state deteriorated quickly. By the time John and Ringo arrived, he was barely awake,
Anytime At All: Chapter Seven
The press swarmed John and Ringo as they sat there, looking on boredly.
"Great to have you here, boys, truly great." The main reporter said enthusiastically. Ringo nodded kindly and John sneered. They greeted them back and after a couple of the usual questions came the subject of great interest.
"So, tell us, where are George and Paul today?" A man in a green bowler cap asked.
"Oh, playing dumb are we?" John shot back. "It's all over the papers, you're a reporter, you should know."
The man was taken aback, looking round embarrassedly.
"Well, what he meant is how are they doing?" A woman asked, saving for the guy.
Anytime At All: Chapter Six
"Who says we have to?" John demanded. Ringo shrugged helplessly.
"Ed himself apparently. Brian tried his best to get us out of it, but he only got to cut the one show." Ringo looked down and shook his head.
"When is it again?" John asked.
"Four days." The drummer replied.
"Bloody insane!" John fumed and began a rant. "If anybody in this bloody world thinks two sick boys are gonna do a T.V appearance then they're crazy! Bloody crazy! When I get a hold of Ed Sullivan " He rattled his fists and George rolled awake.
"John ?" He whispered in a raspy voice. "Johnny, what's wrong?"
John was still impersonati
Any Time At All Chapter One
The four boys stood on the corner, huddled together to avoid the winter wind that was slipping through their jackets. George shifted from one foot to the other, hiding behind John to block the wind. He felt his nose begin to drip, and he wiped it hastily on his sleeve. He was so cold, he couldn't believe it. January in America was just so freezing; he liked Britain better. All he wanted to do was get inside and wrap up in a blanket on the couch. He coughed harshly as a tickle in the back of his throat grew up a bit. He bent into the crook of his elbow and coughed until the tickle went away. It didn't go away completely, but enough tha
Don't Leave Me"Listen, we need to talk," George said, standing at the doorway in the kitchen of their home, blocking the way out.
"Don't feel like it right now," Paul answered softly. He was sitting at the table with a mug of tea beside him. His eyes were glued to the newspaper that was spread wide out to an article about speedboat racing.
"I really don't care what you feel at this moment," George scowled. "So put the paper down, and get to know about my feelings and what I want to say!"
A sigh came out of Paul, but he carefully folded the paper and slipped it underneath his chair.
"Good." George nodded, a little surprised that Paul obeyed so easily. F
Lazy DayGeorge's eyes fluttered open, and he sat up. He was breathing hard, and he could feel his heart hammering against his chest. Another nightmare had crept its way into his subconcious, and portrayed a terrifyingly real dream about his girlfriend dying. He turned his head, and there she lay, safe and sound.
He ran his hand down her back, and smiled softly at her. Her eyelids twitched, and her nose wrinkled up the way it did when she was mad, or thinking hard about something. He gently pulled her onto him, so her head lay on his bare chest.
"George?" she murmured, still half asleep.
"Yes luv?" he answered back, and she looked up at him.
The Beatles impersonatorsThere I was sitting on my couch Tuesday, July 12, 2011. A phone call came on my cell, and it was my best friend, Tatum Gentry. I answered, and she instantly started mumbling a buch of excited words I couldn't understand.
So pretty much, she was at Knotsberry Farm right? And there was a Beatles impersonater concert going on, right then, and her beiing the best friend in the world, called me so she could hold the phone up during the rest, and let me hear it:)
And after a pretty amazing concert, (they were great) she got in line for the meet and greet thing, and brought me(in cellphone form) with her so she could hand the phone to them.
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