Go away, George

Chapter 10

I woke with excruciating pain in my forehead, extreme nausea in my stomach and a huge flood of feelings clouding my brain. I peeled open my eyes and tried to turn over - colliding my face with John's hard chest.

"Morning love." He chimed softly, his fingers caressing my hair soothingly. I leaned against him and buried my head into the crook just below his collar bone.

"John, I'm so confused." I groaned, shutting my eyes. "So so so confused."

He looked at me with concern and stroked my cheek with his calloused thumb. "With what?"

"When I met Paul that day, on the bus. I was so excited. I had met my number one idol, and it was just so overwhelming. And then you all came to the doctors, remember? And I passed out? Yep. That was the best day of my entire life. I met The Beatles. THE BEATLES. I had been a fan of your music and just everything about you for so long. I didn't think it would even be possible to meet you. But I did. And then George... Oh George. I thought he was such a freak. He would keep on staring at me, making sexual comments, everything. I had an ultimate crush on Paul. Then I realised Paul didn't like me, not one bit, and I felt lonely. George kissed me, he admitted that he wasn't weird or freaky, he was a nice guy. But I completely ditched him. Then I was mugged. John you wouldn't believe how hard George hit the man. It was as if... as if he wanted to protect me, somehow. His girl. He didn't want nobody touching his girl. And then that's when I realised I really liked him, y'know? He was beautiful, extremely handsome and caring. I didn't understand why I couldn't see that before. So I told him, I told him how I felt and I knew he felt the same back. Maybe he even cared for me a little more than I cared for him... I slept in the same bed as him and he didn't try anything. We just cuddled. That never happens, right? But we went that party and... and I got drunk and said all that crap about Paul... I ruined it. He totally thought I didn't like him. I thought he really liked me, but he just went off with some other girl. I meant nothing." I blabbed, spilling all of my concerns on poor John. He sat there, listening contently like a gentleman, rubbing circles on my back with his large hands.

"Caitlin, I'm not sure what to say." He took a deep breath. "All I can say is that George is normally so caring and lovely, I don't know what got into him."

"Yeah, but John that's not everything I'm confused about. I still really really like George, but there's this other, uh, guy who I like too..." I muttered, looking at my lap. I hoped he wouldn't guess who that guy was, because to me it was pretty obvious.

"Wait, who?" He asked.

Well I really don't know what to say now.

"Well, um, he's just this lovely guy who I know. Actually I've only known him for as long as I've known George, really." I blabbed. Great going Caitlin, why not just tell him who you're on about?

He smirked. "No, I really have no clue. Is it Ringo?"

"You little... I mean, uh no, it is not Ringo. It really doesn't concern you so I guess we should talk about something else..."

"No no, I really think we should stay on this topic. I am completely clueless on who you're on about."

I slapped his arm. "You clearly know!"

"I don't Caitlin! Why not just tell me!" He yelled all of a sudden.

Woah, okay then. Chill out John.

"No! It is clearly none of your business and I don't get why you need to know!" I shouted, climbing off his lap and standing up.

"Why did you bring it up if you didn't want me to know?"

I frowned. "I don't know! It's generally what GIRLS do, talk about their feelings to guys they think would understand!"

He stood up, his body so close to mine. "Well clearly I DON'T!"