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❝𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉. 𝕭𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙,❞

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| December 2nd, 1964 |

John's POV

"Hey! Let's try doin'a wheelie!" John urged, gripping the armrests with all of his strength.

John, George, and Ringo were currently attempting to busy themselves in the room, so they were playing with a swivel chair they found. They each take turns on who gets to be rolled around and who gets to push them. John was sitting on the chair with his knees up to his chin and his feet barely looming off the edge of the seat. George stood behind him, applying force to the chair and moving it about the room.

"I don't think you can do a wheelie with a desk chair, John," George laughed, going faster.

"Yeah! Sure I can!" He looked back at George with a grin on his face.

"Okay, sure," George moved his arms to the top of the chair and pushed down and forward, making John lurch forward and the seat come out from under him.

The chair slipped and dropped to the ground, causing John to do the same. Luckily, George had moved his feet in time so he didn't get squished beneath the weight of the chair and John.

"See? Told ya," George rolled his eyes playfully and held his hand out to John.

John took his outstretched hand and chuckled painfully, rubbing his lower back where he absorbed the most impact.

"Ack," He stretched his back and felt a 'crack' afterward.

"Do ya think we can get outta here now? We've been in here a while," Ringo spoke, lifting his eyes from the clock to the two boys.

"Ehh, maybe," John shrugged.

The three boys approached the door and opened it marginally, poking their heads out of the room and into the shop, seeing no one present.

Suddenly, they were removed from behind the door harshly and met eyes with Charlotte, who wore a confused expression.

"Hey, Lotti, what are ya doing here?" George reached out to her and kissed her gently.

"Ugh, of course he gets special treatment," John rolled his eyes and released himself from her grip.

"Yeah, I'm dating him, not you," Charlotte hugged Ringo.

George silently shot John a warning look saying 'don't you dare say a fuckin' word'. John ignored him and started idly staring at the guitars and other instruments on display with his hands in his pockets.

"Why are you guys in a room with a clear sign that says 'do not enter'?" She crossed her arms over her chest and rose an eyebrow expectantly.

"Oh we were just hiding from the screamin' fans that were chasin' us," Ringo said nonchalantly.

"Wow, they're crazy," Charlotte straightened her body and looked between the three. "So, where to?"

"John still needs to get his gift for—"

Charlotte lunged forward and covered George's mouth with her hand, preventing him from continuing to speak.

"George! Shush, you're not supposed to tell anyone who got who," Charlotte reprimanded the poor man.