Wednesday morning at 5 O'clock

Chapter 19

George laughed in sync with the other three Beatles as Richard told one of his jokes. All four of them were a bit squiffy and filled up on various types of beer and peanuts. To other people in the pub it would seem as if The Beatles had completely lost their minds ,but to them, this was the most fun they had all had in years. They were finally able to let go and feel relaxed with out the hassle of fans bashing them and news reporters bombarding them with questions.

George however still couldn't get Michelle out of his head and it was starting to disturb his night out with the lads . He desperately tried to drink away the thought, or even say a few of his jokes, but no matter how hard he tried Michelle still lingered on his thoughts. This feeling of loss of something he treasured was beginning to grow stronger and stronger to the point where his heart physically ached. His mind raced constantly, thinking of different scenarios of what might of happened. This wasn't like George at all. Yes, he was the quiet one out of the four, but he wasn't quiet to the point people worried about him. This constant feeling of loss and the constant ringing in his head was beginning to show more and more everyday;it was something that would possible stay for the rest of his life.

Paul however, had noticed that George had quietened down and began to frown.

"Aye George, can I have a word?" Paul asked before finishing his beer that swished slowly from side to side in the murky brown bottle. George nodded in agreement and followed Paul outside.

"What is it? I was having a right laugh in there you know" George said bitterly. Paul looked at him, bit at his finger nails, and then frowned even deeper.

"Don't wash that bollocks over me, George. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking of Michelle again." George didn't say anything, he just looked at his black boots with embarrassment. "Look George, I know you're worried mate but the whole point of tonight was to get your mind of her for a bit. She's ruining it and she's not even here!"

It was at that moment that George's head suddenly snapped up and looked straight at Paul. His face filled with anger, sadness but also showed the sign of reality hitting him on the head.

"Just because you've never felt this way about a bird before doesn't mean you can nag at me about MY feelings." George then looked down again before sliding down the mossy wall of the old pup. " I've lost her Paul. She's gone forever and I don't know what to do. I'll never see her again...I love her"

Paul looked down on the younger band mate and sent down a look of sympathy before sitting down next to him;not showing a care in the world that his velvet trousers would most probably be ruined now.

" look, mate, I know how you feel. It may not be in the same context but this is how I felt when I lost my mum. I was torn about Georgie. But do you know what I did? I wrote songs, played my guitar, went out with you. I did everything to help me get through it." Paul then wrapped his arm around George and pulled him into a brotherly hug. "It still hurts George and she's been gone for 11 years now. I think about her everyday but I still continue with life, with the band."

It was silence after that. George didn't say anything and Paul didn't want to disrupt the silence that was now engulfing them both. All that could be heard were the roaring sounds of laughter from inside of the pup or the revs of engines as cars made their way home in a hurry. The night was crisp and the air-apart from the obvious noise-was silent.

"Can we go home? I don't want to be here any more" George said, breaking the silence and looking up at Paul. Paul smiled and stood up before helping George.

" 'course mate, let's go home"