Hello, Goodbye (Short Beatle Fanfics)

Don't Pass Me By (George)

*This story is written for Beatleslover1234, though I don't think I wrote exactly what she wanted :/ oops. It's not very long story, but then again, it is called a short story for a reason! Okay enough of me, enjoy!*

Don't Pass Me By (George)

It was a Wednesday, and I was wiping the mirror in front of me. I was almost done with cleaning of the trailer, after previous sweeping, and wiping of the chair and counter top. I had to do this at least once a week, things were known to get quite hectic.

I saw my shirt in the mirror, and quickly fixed it, tucking it back into my skirt, and fixing my name tag. My hands next smoothed out my skirt. I was playing the part, I am a bit of an actress too. Except, I don't think I could do it for a camera.

I smiled, feeling the excitement run through my bones, like all the girls screaming outside the train station. I have enjoyed work for the last few weeks, it was almost like I made a new friend, except we rarely talked about anything other than the look for the day, whatever it may be. But I at least thought, on some level, he was my friend.

The trailer was small, with a counter top against the wall, and a mirror above it. There was a small closet, and a chair connected to the white paneled floor. Everything stunk of cleaner, but it wasn't so bad I couldn't breathe. It wasn't much, but it was enough for one person, and I didn't really complain, I've had it worse. 

I had other things to complain about anyway, so I spent my energy on that instead.

The door of the trailer opened, and in came the Beatle. My knees still get a little weak, not as bad as the first time I saw him in person, but my heart began to race, wondering what he might say to me today. Maybe he might say something about my hair, or my skirt, or my eyes, like he noticed all of that. I was so sure he did. 

"Mornin George!" So informal, I felt for just a second like he was my best friend, or someone I know, or someone I met once, somewhere. 

"Ms. Betty! Alright?" Any other girl would have fainted at George saying her name, and the first time he said it, I forgot about the name tag and nearly fainted myself. I was used to it now, well, I was almost used to it, my knees still shook somewhat, and I could still feel the blood rush to my cheeks, like everyday.

"I'm doing fine George, how is The Beatle life?" He sat down in the chair, ruffling his soft, deep brown hair. The best part about this job, so far that is, is that I get to touch the soft loveliness, which millions of girl would kill for. I would have killed for too, but I didn't have to anymore. 

"You know, screaming girls, lots of running," I smiled and nodded, taking the comb from the counter and beginning to fix his slight bedhead, "Do you know what the scene is today, Ms.Betty?" I shrugged, focusing on his hair, on the small curls, twists, and few knots. Bed head never looked more adorable.

"No, not at all, probably something with the trains," George looked at me through the mirror, or he was looking at himself. I could only see out of the corner of my eyes. He nodded, not too much, but enough.

"Probably. Another suit today right?" I chuckled somewhat. It was always a suit, I didn't know why he would think it is anything else. 

"Yeah, no jeans are allowed," George sighed amusingly. He was dressed causally, which was out of the ordinary for him, at least for the last month that I've known him. I finished with his hair, or just brushing it, when I realized he would have to put on his suit first, "Oh damn, I'll have to do you hair again, go get dressed," Not that I was actually sad to have to touch his softness again, I just pretended.

I act.

"Alright love," He stood and went into the small changing room just for him. The suit was waiting for him, just like I was, and he shut the door. I waited patiently, thinking about his perfect cheekbones, and beautiful brown eyes that could tear me apart.

I felt like a stupid fan, and I was. They were my favorite band. I used to have a picture I would hang on the wall of the trailers I worked in, in the little space I had. But I didn't need that this time, I had a real Beatle! Though, I knew he would never see me as anything more than a hairdresser, I wanted to think he would, because he already had a girl, a girl he even met on set.

The trailer door opened and I looked over at who it was, "Oh, hello Ms. Boyd," I pulled a good smile on, but I was an actor, and she was a model.

"Morning, um," Her eyes found my name, "Betty," I do admit, she was very beautiful. I could see how George was interested in her. It made me sigh, and I looked towards the mirror, to talk to her through that instead.

"George is just changing," He heard me, or he heard Pattie, or he just assumed that the only person who would come in her for him would be Pattie.

"Oh Patti?" His voice came through the door, making Pattie move towards it unconsciously.

"George! I'll be waiting for you outside okay?" She smiled at me, I don't know if she was really that nice, or just polite. She seemed nice, which made me more disheartened. She was a model, and I was to never be a Beatle lover, or a Beatle girlfriend, or a Beatle wife, or whatever one would call someone who is with a Beatle.

"Okay love!" She nodded towards me, with her perfect blond hair that was perfectly fixed on her head. I nodded back, and she left, just as she had come in. She sometimes appeared and usually took George with her, but he had stayed today, so I smiled at myself.

I waited, and he came out, fixing his tie, and leaving his shirt and jeans in the small changing room. I was so intrigued by his mannerisms: he way he moved his long fingers, his small smile, and his slight tapping foot, as if he was singing a song in his head, probably so.

Singing about me! No, probably about no real girl.

"I think the hair is still about the same," He joked, and I giggled. He was really a very nice guy, and speaks when he wants to. He was not a quite as everyone said he was, he just spoke when he felt obliged to. 

"Just let me fix the your forehead," I grabbed the comb and began to brush his bangs, hastily, but well enough to not be worried about. He stood just taller than me, and I tried so hard to not get captured by he's perfect brown eyes.

I felt so stupid, standing there with my weak knees. I've done it so many times! He was just so unbelievable. He was very polite and kind to me, and he hardly knew me. He was quite handsome as well, I see it every day, well for a while I have. And yet, I was still unable to just stand normally, how did Pattie stand it? Literally . . . .

George looked at me, with a sweet half smile. I smiled back, thinking about how he would give Pattie the same smile. He always gave Pattie the same smile, and now was giving me such a thing.

I took a step back, in my mind. Something became very clear to me. I just kept finished with his hair, and brought my hand down.

"Yer good George," He nodded, and I moved out of the way so he could walk to the door. He glanced back, almost making me hopeful that something had changed. Like maybe he saw me as someone more than the bird that works on his hair, and gets him ready for the shoot, but in the end, it never would.

"See ya after this scene, Ms. Betty," He gave me a wink and left. I could see for a moment, when the door was open, him giving Patti a full kiss on her perfect lips, and walking off with her, towards the train. The door closed and I was left to my mind and my thoughts again. 

I sat down in the chair George was sitting in previously. The smell of his cologne was left in the room, and in the chair. At any other time, I would think his smell was intoxicating, but now, as I thought about it. Any other man could smell like that, he just happened to be a Beatle. 

 I looked into the mirror at my own eyes, and I smiled. Maybe I could get myself a non-beatle, they seem alright too.