Long, Long, Long Chapter Four
Paul couldn't get her out of his mind. John had spoiled everything and now he'd probably never see her again. He'd more than likely never see her again after they left Florida again anyway, but Paul really actually liked her. She was different and sweet and just all together perfect. He'd only just promised her she could use him as a model for some of her photos. Paul liked her too much to keep his anger at John in. When John came into the hotel room, he looked like nothing had happened. He smiled at Paul as he sat next to him on the couch. Paul ignored him.
"Oh you aren't still mopin' about that bird are ya?" John asked. Paul didn't respond as she shut off the TV and picked up a newspaper, "C'mon, Paul, you'll never see her again after the tour! I did you and George a favor!"
Paul simply stood up and walked out of the room. He went into his room and shut the door. He flopped back on the bed and sighed. The afternoon on the beach was one of the best afternoons of his life. Weslyn talked about the photos she'd taken and the things she liked to do back home. She talked about her siblings and her family and Paul loved every second of it. The most he ever touched her was holding her hand. She sometimes put her head on his shoulder while they walked. She finally asking him about his family and living in Liverpool toward the end of their walk.
He already missed her and he'd barely known her for a day. He could only imagine how George was feeling. He'd actually managed to kiss Maria. Paul and Weslyn saw the whole thing. They didn't try to see it, but they just happened upon them. George had been teaching Maria how to play.
Paul got up off his bed and he walked over to George's room. He knocked on the door and shoved it open. George was lying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. "Do you want to go on a walk with me? I'm getting a bit hungry and I don't want to be in the same place as Lennon." George groaned and Paul took that as a no. He shut the behind him and grabbed his coat.
"Where're you goin'?" John asked standing up. Paul ignored him and walked down the hall. He decided to take the stairs in case John tried to follow him or something. Paul thought he'd be the only one to take the stairs so he started to whistle. He was whistling 'Till There was You' as he bounced down the steps. When he reached the bottom he opened the door to exit the stair well when he ran right into someone.
"Oh, I am terrible sorry, I didn't see you. . ." Paul grinned as he held Weslyn as arms length. "Weslyn! I was actually about to go searching for you."
"No you weren't." She sighed. She wouldn't look at him, "You and George were just playing with us."
"Listen Wes, forget what John said. He's a prat." Paul said.
"Oh but he would know!" Weslyn said near tears, "You are after all a big deal, aren't you?" Paul grabbed her hand and he pulled her into the stairwell. "No, let go of me!" Paul let her go and sighed.
"I swear I only said that to try and impress you," He said pleadingly, "We're dying here, Georgie and I. We really do like ya!" Weslyn didn't seem to believe him. He didn't know how else to convince her. "Just give us a chance, Wes." Weslyn sighed and nodded before Paul took her hand.
"Can I take you out for the afternoon?" Paul asked hopefully. Weslyn shook her head and held up a grocery bag. Paul only just now noticed it.
"No, Maria wanted to make dinner in tonight so she's making this really good pizza stuff." Paul nodded and suddenly had an idea.
"Well how about I get Georgie and we come and eat dinner with ya?" Paul asked with a grin. Weslyn shrugged, unsure of the idea.
"Maria is kind of. . ." Weslyn paused, "Torn to pieces and I don't know how she'll handed you fellas over. She might spit in the food or something." Paul chuckled and pulled on Weslyn's hands, pulling her into his chest.
"Please, Wes? I hate that poor George would be stuck in his room all night. He's just as torn up as Maria is I'm sure." Paul said. He kissed her cheek and Weslyn giggled.
"Oh alright," She sighed, "just go and get George and I'll prepare Maria for your arrival." Paul nodded and he started up the steps before he realized an important bit of information.
"Oh what room are you in, love?" Paul asked turning back to her. Weslyn grinned and walked up the steps with him.
"Third floor, room 309." She said before she pecked Paul's cheek and ran up the steps to the third floor.
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George groaned and turned over. He'd resorted to going to bed. He was dreadfully hungry, but he didn't want to leave his bed. He was depressed. He finally got a girl that liked him for actualy just being him, and not Beatle George Harrison and then John Lennon just had to spoil it all for him. He knew John was out there watching TV or something, and he didn't want to see his stupid smirk, so George just stayed where he was. George closed his eyes as he thought about just a few hours ago.
He saw Maria walking up to him and he heard John whistle at her, wherein she got embarrassed. George hated when she thought she was embarrassing or when someone said something to make her feel uncomfortable. He scolded John for his whistle as she reached them. George had tried to brush off her embarrassment by pulling her away. He pulled her to sit down in the sand. He pulled his guitar out of it's case and Maria smiled.
"You're really going to teach me?" She asked laughing. George frowned and his shoulders slumped.
"I thought you wanted to learn how to play." He'd said with slight disappointment. Maria scooted closer to him and nodded.
"I do." She said. He smiled at her and nodded before he handed it to her. "Wait, what do I do?"
George laughed and he moved behind her. He grabbed her right hand and pushed it over the front of his guitar. "You strum here." He moved her hand over the strings and smiled. He took her left hand and he pressed her fingers into a simple F chord, "This is an F." He moved her right hand against the strings again and Maria smiled. Next he showed her a B7/9 chord. He didn't think she would remember their names or how to play them later, but he wanted to show them to her anyway. He showed her Gm and C7/9 after that.
"What's that?" Maria asked smiling after George helped her slowly play the chords altogether.
"That's the introduction to one of our songs, 'Till there was You' it's called. It's one of Paul's numbers." George told her, "Now if you play all that over again except replace the C7/9 with this here. . ." He moved her fingers, "A Bbm, then you have the first line." Maria giggled and strummed the chords over again with some trouble. She tried the Bbm and she couldn't play it. She frowned as she tried to move her fingers properly, but they just didn't seem to want to play correctly. George moved her fingers gently.
"No, love, its like this." He said quietly. She looked back at him as she absently strummed against the strings. George was looking at her hand. His fingers were still against hers and she suddenly turned her hand around and strung her fingers through his. He looked over at her and she smiled gently.
"My fingers hurt." She whispered. George pulled her hand up to look at her finger tips. They were pink and slightly dented in where she'd pressed against the strings. He kissed all of her fingers one by one, never once taking his eyes off hers.
"Do you want to stop?" He asked her, wondering how much closer she'd let him get to kissing her. He wanted to. Maria couldn't seem to find words to answer, so she nodded. George pulled his guitar from her and he set it aside. Maria turned toward him and George took that moment to kiss her. Her lips were soft and she was too shy to kiss him back. George liked that she was shy. It meant she was careful. Her fingers curled around his again and he felt her sigh. George lifted his other hand to the side of her face just before he pulled away from her.
"George, are you hungry?" Paul asked knocking on his door. George groaned as the door opened. He was hungry. He was starving actually. "John's not here anymore. Besides I got Weslyn to let us come to their room and have dinner with them." George sat up and looked at Paul. Paul was laughing suddenly and George frowned, "But you'll have to comb you're hair first." George reached his hand up and flattened his messy hair absently.
"Right. . ." He said getting up. He put on some suitable clothes before he followed Paul. This could be really good or really very bad. George wasn't really sure which at the moment.
