"Oh God Geo. I'm nervous." Paul said as he bit his nails repeatedly in apprehension for the competition which would be starting very soon. "I don't know if I want to do this anymore." George just rolled his eyes knowing that he was being melodramatic, as usual, and didn't think there was any chance of escape as they were around the block from the building it would be taking place in. "Stop being a cretin and man up Paul."
Ringo, whose vital tooth was still missing, reached up to put his arm encouragingly around his friend's shoulders. "Yoob can doob this." The youngest never grew tired of hearing Ritchie attempt to speak with his little speech impediment and just doubled over in laughter. "Oh shuddub." Was all that could come out of his mouth before he realised he had given his pal an opportunity to make fun of him.
"Paulie mate, d'you hear tha'?" Paul couldn't hold in his snickering any longer and gave in at his failed attempt to spare Ringo's feelings. "Noob I didn't hear anythin-" They both giggled madly like a bunch of schoolgirls while the other stood near the edge of the road pouting. "Fooking bastoods."
After a while of bullying Ritchie, Paul managed to calm down properly. "Aw don't worry 'bout it we're just messin' with ya." George had continued laughing although he felt like stopping a little while ago, he only carried on so that Paul wouldn't notice that they've arrived leaving him little time to back away. But the older one of the two certainly did realise, and when he looked up the towering building that was in front of him. His throat dried up and all he could mumble without wetting himself was "Shit." Before running off into the distance.
George rubbed his hands together in excitement he had a new plan and was ready to put it into fruition. "You ready Paulie?" When he received no reply in return he asked again but he turned to his left to see his friend, now a dot running for his life, far ahead. "Heez gone, combetshion shtarts in 40 minushes." The youngest just put his head in hand mumbling curses as another plan of his flopped. "You'll look for him and I'll try and get us signed in." He sighed and the two boys jogged off in opposite directions.
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_In The Direction Of Ringo_
(Who still had his speech impediment)
"Pool! Pol! Poorl!" He called as he ran to where he believed his neurotic friend might have gone to. Being him the best idea he had was asking random people where Paul was. Best idea. "Sh'ecushe me, 'ave ye sheen Porn?" This person turned out to be a bunch of 13 year old schoolkids, who ran away in horror - thankfully for their safety. Giving up hope all he could do was scream out for him. "PORN! WHERE ARE YOU?"
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_In The Direction Of George_
(Who was obviously humming the James Bond Theme)
"This is another GeoMemo™, brought to you by the one and only George Harrison of course. I'm now using my eagle vision eyes to analyse the queue. So far all I can see are a bunch of Non-Georges, nothing unusual there. My on-" His memo was interrupted by a familiar red headed girl.
THE EVIL RED DRAGON RETURNS.
"What are you doing?" Jane said now going on her tiptoes to look at his micro recording device. George, in return, pushed her gently away and stuffed in it his jeans pocket. He scowled at her and she stuck her tongue out. This was generally what their conversations were like.
THAT IS WHAT I CALL A BITCH™
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_Wherever The Hell Winston O'Boogie Is_
"So Mi, you baking or spectating." John asked as he stood nervously waiting in the queue with his aunt. Mimi just laughed knowing that her nephew was scared. "Why are you worried about losing? You might need your auntie's help." She said snickering to herself. "No." John blushed as he defended himself in order to not bruise his reputation, but it was pointless as his aunt saw right through it.
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_In An Alleyway_
Paul was sitting in the corner by a bunch of old rubbish, bins he didn't care about the stench because he was occupied with hyperventilating. "PORN!" Was all he heard among the noise and traffic going on in the background. And he was glad too, because of this he forgot about his impending doom and was focused on the crazy person screaming.
Then after a second call Paul began to laugh as he realised that it was his friend Ringo. When he saw, from the bins, his friend jumping about and asking people for him and asking for pens to draw him with (the result unappealing) he giggled even louder. This attracted the older man's attention.
"Paul what the fuck man?!" He approached the giggling man. Eventually the younger one's laughter died down and made space for a more serious conversation. "What were you thinking?"
He only shrugged, while his stomach did flips in anxiety. "I dunno. I-I jus' hate losing." He looked up at his friend still sitting beside the bins. "Please don't make me do it." Paul begged innocently flashing his doe hazel eyes at Ringo.
Aw you should of been there. Ritchie said he was so cute, with his little... and the little. But erm *cough* in a more serious note. Wait what was I writing?
"Pete! Colin!"
Two of their school friends towered above Ringo as they appeared beside him quicker than George could eat an apple pie.
9.5 seconds bitch.
And they picked a thin and light Paul off the ground before dragging him off. Ringo stood back watching his friend being dragged off, for a few moments and then realised that they left without him and he didn't know the way back.
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_At The Competition_
"Hey there person how are ya?" George called to a random lady further up the queue. "Tell me about your life story." The lady looked a little hesitatant and flustered but rapidly warmed up to his hypnotic smile.
"Ooh well my name is Eleanor Charing and I was born in 193-" George stalked off rolling his eyes and thought to himself. Jeez, I didn't ask for her life story! But George's face brightened when he saw John further up the queue, standing with his aunt, who was fixing John's wild hair every few seconds.
"GET OFF ME BASTARD!"
Every one turned their heads to investigate the source of the noise and George started to snicker loudly when he saw Paul struggling out off Pete and Colin's grip. His skinny legs kicking about as he was in mid-air being carried towards him.
John didn't laugh (but was half amused and half annoyed) and instead groaned. "Not him again. 'E's everywhere." Mimi only tutted at her nephew. "You have the opportunity to apologise." She said in a singsongy voice.
"No!" He shouted a bit too loudly, startling the red head a few meters behind, so he began to whisper. "I'm not going to be seen talking to that, mate. He looks high!"
His aunt cleared her throat and replied. "New Year's Eve. Two years ago." John laughed thinking about the blurred, drunk memory while Mimi shook her head. "Oh John, how could you? That poor girl." He only shrugged, less interested in his aunt and now concentrating more in what Paul and George were doing.
"Hey boy! Glad ya could make it." The skinnier boy nodded at Pete and Colin and they dropped Paul who was scowling at them.
"I hate you." Paul hissed.
I didn't care. He says he hates John but we know what he really feels. *winks*
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The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)
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