Being The Beatles Girlfriends.

Alyssa & George- How They Met.

1958.
I was fifteen, my parents and I were in Liverpool, England, we were Americans. My grandmother was dying and my mothers dad needed us. My mother was always cleaning their house, cooking meals, laundry, and comforting my grandmother. Their house was boring and smelt like dust and old books. It wasn't fit for a old couple in love.
I sat on their couch, listening to my grandmothers records , I was wearing a beautiful dress with bows in my hair, I had Buddy Holly glasses, and dancing like I was mad. The music was loud, I guess a little to unfit for my fathers liking. He came into the living room, and turned down the record player. I quickly spun around "Hey! What was that for?" I asked with my arms crossed.

"Here's some money, go and look around. We don't need a distraction right now." My father said in annoyance as he handing me a couple of pounds. I nodded and shuffled out of the house, slamming the door behind me, throwing rocks while whistling, I thought to myself 'wow this place sure is always dreary.' A drag it was, I was now by the shops, clutching my coin purse I headed into an ice cream shop, smiling brightly I made my way in.

"One scoop of strawberry please, mister" the man nodded and handed me my cone, I handed him 50 cents and sat down on a stool. Licking my cone as music played for the jukebox. I Looked out the window that had a beautiful view of shops. I see five boys carrying guitars and band equipment, me being curious I hopped off the stool and finished my cone, I walked out of the ice cream parlor, hearing the little bell ring from the door . I skipped my way over to the boys. "Are you guys in a band?" I asked with concern and joy. The boys looked at each other and back at me.

"You're American?" One of the boys asked, he had very chubby cheeks and greenish - brown eyes. He had a bass. I nodded and smiled. "What's an American doing over here? Got sick of people throwing money all around eh?" I scuffed and rolled my eyes.
" no actually, I'm visiting my grandparents." I smiled weakly" - "do you guys play?" I pointed to their guitars, another boy nodded, he had his hair whiffed back like Elvis, it seemed like he was inspired by him and Buddy. "Yeah we are, - called The Quarrymen." He said as he put his guitar down.

"The names John." He said as he shaked my hand, "Alyssa, pleasures mine." I chuckled. John looked over at his buds.

"This is Paul, he plays bass. This is Stu, he also plays bass. Pete plays drums, I play rhythm guitar, and this is George, he's lead."

Like that my world stopped, the name George stayed in my head for the rest of the day. He was my age, the youngest in the group. He was beautiful, quite the lady's man. He was shy, and tall. He looked very mature for his age. He had nice jaw lines and cheek bones, probably the cutest out of all. His smile was adorable, he had fanged like teeth, and very nice hands. Hands i would like to hold. He smiled lightly at me "would you like to see us perform tonight? We play at The Cavern Club" I nodded.

"Cool, see you there. It starts at six." I nodded once again and waved goodbye, smiling as I walked away from them, In the distant I heard voices. "George, you were checking 'er out lad!"
I chuckled as I turned the block. What to wear tonight. I got back to my grandparents house just around time for supper. They made me sit with them.  I shoved the food down as quickly as I could. Either from excitement or actual hunger, I can't recall. I left my plate and went up to my room to find something darling to wear When I finally found the perfect dress, I slipped on my shoes, combed my hair, and rushed down the steps and to the front door when my father stopped me. "And where do you think you're going at this time of the evening?" I turned and gave him a big smile.

"Some bo- some friends-" I corrected myself quickly, knowing he wouldn't let me out if I was hanging around a group of sly cats, "invited me to see a band down at the Cavern!" He gave a disapproving look, " you were planning and skipping out to a BAR!? I think not young lady!"
I poured and closed the door, and  stomped my foot, 'But-' "No buts! Now." you'll stay here, while your mother and I go out tonight. Your grandparents are already asleep so stay quiet!"

Then he tired and went to his room to get ready himself. I sat on the couch and created a daring plan in my head. I got comfy till they left, about ten minutes till I had to be at the cavern. When their car pulled out of the driveway, I skipped out the back way, and rode my bike where the boys were playing already.
As I walked in, the bar smelt as tobacco, beer, and grease from french fries. I moved my way pass the crowd of people, making my way over to the bar, I sat down and started to feel self conscious. There was so many gals here, - they are beautiful. They had perky breasts and toned legs, the kind of girls boys digged. Watching people dance and drink made me feel like a prude. Seeing girls dance with boys made me feel ugly. And seeing people eating hamburgers and having fun made me feel dull. I was just an American girl who was with her mommy and daddy. I tried to ignore the anxiety that overfilled me. I looked over at the stage and saw five boys walked up, people cheering and whistling. I turned around from the stool and saw George looking for someone, his eyes scanned the concrete walls, and then he looked at me , he pointed at me and winked. Then went back to tuning his guitar, John came up too the mic "We are The Quarrymen, and for our first number  we will be singing 'That'll Be The Day, By Buddy Holly." John looked over at the boys, and nodded. They began playing as everyone continued to dance and sing.

"You guys were really good!" I smiled widely as three of us sat in a booth, George, Paul, and I were eating French fries and drinking shakes, "Thank you" Paul said while chewing a fry. George looked over at me, of course silly me, I was blushing. "Yes?" I asked politely.  George grinned. "Oh sorry, you're just quite the bird." He snickered, "you're not to shabby yourself Harrison." I playfully punched his arm.

"Alright love birds, that's enough." Paul joked. George groaned "Paul, you're just mad because Angeline is back in California." George clarified. Paul rolled his eyes and sat up from the booth. "I'm gonna get a drink, and then head out with the boys, you coming?" Paul asked as he eyed the both of us. George looked at me and I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, id love too really. But I have to get home, I sort of snook out." I chuckled and scratched the back of my head.
"That's not good, come on, let me walk you home." George said concerned. I nodded lightly. The both of us scooted out of the booth and made our way out. "It was a pleasure to meet you and your friends." I said to Paul. He kissed my cheek "you too! You need to meet Angeline sometime, she's a doll. You would love her!" He said a she took a drag from his cigarette. I agreed and George opened the door for me.

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The street lights were on, and George and I were on top of a double decker bus, the moon was brightly lit, and my bike was right next to us. He looked lovely,  the sky was a shade of navy blue and stars filling the sky like sparkles  on fabric. We were laying down, hearing the sounds of crickets chirping, in that moment I felt safe and not anxious. Even though my parents would go mad. It was awkward for a few moments until George sat up, "tell me about yourself." He said.

My eyebrows furrowed I sat up next to him, "okay, what do you want to know?"

"Who Alyssa is, her favorite color, album, if you're single, and you have a telephone I can call you on.. all that jolly good stuff." He said as he lit a cigarette. I chuckled as we both got off the bus and onto my street.
We walked and walked, "my names Alyssa Knowles, I'm fifteen. My birthday is August 21, 1943, my favorite color is yellow, and yes I'm single, and yes I have a telephone." I chuckled.

"Good." Was all he said as he broke out into a smile. We reached my grandmothers house. "Well this is it." I said, he nodded and shuffled his feet. "I had a nice time tonight." He said as he got closer to me, looking into his eyes I felt love possessed. I hardly knew this boy, but it seemed like we had known each other forever. The way he looked at me, and spoke to me. Made it seem like he cared, and I wasn't just some american ditz. "Shall I look you up in the phone book?" I asked as he gave me his coat. "Yes, give me a ring tomorrow afternoon." He put his coat over me, he looked into my eyes and looked down, I knew what was coming, he got closer and moved the hair out of my face, and then he kissed me. Our lips moving in sync, my arms over my neck until I heard a knock on the window. We both jumped and we looked up to see my mother with a stern face. Oh boy was I in trouble. George chuckled and walked down the porch steps. "Until tomorrow. " he shouted as he begin to walk away.

"Until tomorrow. I whispered to myself  as he blew me kiss. I walked inside and snuck to the floor, a wide smile plastered on my face. "Welcome Home." My mother said as she sat on the couch. I jumped "who's the teddy boy, he looks dreadful." My mother snickered. I rolled my eyes.
"He's just a friend mum."
All I knew was his name was George Harrison, he's fifteen, and in the band The Quarrymen, and he wasn't my friend alright.  boy we were dumb in love for that summer.