How Could I? //// THE BEATLES STORY

Day Tripper

♪ P A U L - P O V ♪

I turned around as she stripped as the rest of the boys gaped in fascination. I wasn't ready to do that to a girl. A pretty one at that.

I heard John gasp next to me as I started packing my stuff away.
" What?" I asked and I turned around.
Meadow stood there, as her chestnut hair fell about her shoulders, but it just kept on falling. It reached just below her knees.
It was beautiful, i was star struck.
It was like a curtain that held many things like secrets never to be told and wished to come true.
She reached up and swished it up in the way girls do.
But no girl had hair like hers, Everyone else's were stiff and plasticity, not natural at all, it was hard to get turned on when you tried to grab a birds hair and you felt like you were groping a plastic container.
She looked at me straight in the eyes as I dreamed. She had turned me to stone.
Her cherub lips opened and smiled.
" Where to then, Paul?"
I smiled.
She really was beautiful.
" The Hall. It's lunch."
I took a step forward.
" Lead On Paul. Lead on."
I started toward the door and she turned around in front of me, her hair flowing about behind her like a veil.
John was still. Stiller than normal.
This girl was the beginning of the end. We could both feel it.

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♪ M E A D O W - P O V♪

We got to the hall, but just as I stepped in, John pulled me away.
" John! What-"
He interrupted me.
" Come here."
He pulled me into the boys bathroom.

A/N
I've made the school they go to all boys because yeah. It wasn't in reality.

" We can't have you looking all dolly.Here."
He pulled a flat cap out of his pocket and he looked helplessly at my long hair and I giggled.
" Here." I took the cap and put my hair up in a low bun, I flattened it and wrenched the cap over it. After a bit of tugging and pulling, I didn't look bad. The amount of material around my boobs made them look flat and I rubbed all my makeup off with the carbolic soap in the bathroom.
A couple of times, some poor random boy would come in, shriek or laugh and run out or whip his dick out and start pissing anyway.
I flipped up my collar.
" I don't look half bad as a boy ya know!"
The boys laughed.
Paul fake punched me.
" You freak me out, Meadow."
I pull a face and Paul laughs.
" Let's go, McCartney."
I grab his tie, John's and George's and pulled them, rather aggressively, into the entrance hall.
We got a couple of stares but I just ripped my cap and started to move into the hall.
" Just act natural, Meady."
"Okie Dokie Mr Bond."
I could practically hear Paul smirk behind me.
We walked in very quickly and John steered me to one of the benches. It was like one massive Wagamamas, but like 50s styles.
I looked around and the hall was lined with about 5 massive tables with benches and food on top. It wasn't like a normal canteen sort of school.
"What-"
Before I could asked my question, John had elbowed me and I saw teachers walking to the head table, where teachers obviously sat.
A smallish rat man was walking with short steps and as John elbowed me, he stopped straight behind me.
I swore under my breath and my nerves started shaking.
" Boy, get up."
He said quite loudly.
By now, most of our bench was looking at me. I blushed and slid further down, hoping he meant someone else.
He tapped me quite aggressively on the shoulder and I turned around.
"You, Boy. Stand."
I got up quickly and stood to attention opposite him.
I was so close I could smell his onion breath and see his little whiskers quiver.
"Are you who you look?"
He asked, his face reddening with anger.
"Pardon, sir?"
John nudged my knee and whispered ;
" He teaches Shakespeare."
Ah.

" Yes, Sir, I am as I look." I replied as Shakespearely as I could.
He nodded and turned.
I went to sit down when Paul said;
"Dumb sod."
I felt the air freeze and rat man turned around, his thin face almost purple and his whiskers jumping one to a thousand.
" Excuse me, gentleman? Who throught my original comment?"
Stupidly, John stuck his finger at Paul, but as I sat down, he was pointing straight at me.
" I knew'st it! Thou speaks nun!"
He walked toward me and picked me by the ear. As he did so, my hat tumbled off and my hair fell loose.
There was a collective gasp.
Fuck.
My stomach dropped. I was caught. I knew this was too good to be true.
His grip loosened a little from shock and I took advantage. Might as well make a song and dance while I still can! I might be dead this time tomorrow if the old rat got his hands on me.

I jumped on the table, to Paul's delight and I kicked a tray of cold chicken onto the floor with a loud clatter.
I started dancing up and down the table.
" START SPREADING THE WORD"

" YOUNG LADY, YOU GET DOWN FROM THERE RIGHT NOW, THIS IS-"

" IM LEAVING TODAY."
I was collapsing on the table, dancing up and down the table, with a million eyes looking at me.
I enjoyed every second, feeling freedom through my hair and a natural air of riot.
I saw boys start to get up to get up all over the place. I felt my heart lift.

The reason I'm such a lousy fuckup is because I'm a clumsy sod, and I've got a wild imagination, so I guess that makes me a tad different.
I wouldn't call me self weird, because people who call themselves weird aren't, they just everyone to think they're different.
I'm not great at communicating my emotions so I kinda let it all out in a fucked up way. Like dancing on a table in the 60s.
Like every other person, I like showing off. But having a good time got over everything. I guess.
I fucking hate people who try and look like they're having a good time just to let everyone else know that they're fucking fantastic, but they just look like twats which makes me happy.

I was dancing on the table still, wiggling my ass a little and winking a couple.
" I WANNA BE APART OF IT!"
I grabbed a boat of gravy and poured it over Mr Ratman.
I heard a bunch of OOOs and I grinned with malice.
" NEW YORK!"
I screamed and I pointed the candlestick that I had used as a microphone at the crowd of boys who were throwing food at each other and laughing and singing and dancing.

This is youth

They screamed back at me with a hundred wild grins that could kill.
" NEW YORK!"
I felt a sharp tug on my trousers, and before I could turn around, said person yanked harder on my trousers and I fell backward.
" AHHH!"I screamed and my heart jumped.
Someone caught me and I turned around to see Paul's puppy dog eyes and my heart pumping hard in my ears.

" Paul, I-"
"YOUNG LADY!" I was cut off by Ratman, who was covered head to foot in gravy. I had to muster the feeling not to laugh.