Personal Preference (George Harrison)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: You Can't Hurry Love

Author's Note

This chapter is just a filler for the time being and to be honest it sucks because it's all over the place. But, that's how it was supposed to be in order to fill the void in time between April and June, which is where the chapters will pick up in the next few chapters after this one and the wedding chapter.

Also thanks for all the reads, votes, comments. I appreciate each and every one that I receive!

Love,

jayne

Stella had sprung her wedding into my schedule. Not only was I completely shellshocked by the date, but also because of where they had decided to hold it. Stella's decision to hold her wedding in New York City, really was an inconvenience to me. However, I knew that Brian would allow me to have the time off considering the fact that I couldn't record any new material without Stella. But, that didn't help the fact that I probably wouldn't have a date to bring home to the wedding, considering the fact that Brian Jones and I weren't really seeing each other that much and he had a tour coming soon. In fact, we hadn't spoken in three days and to a certain extent I was sure that our little fling had run its course.

At the studio, I goofed off with the Beatles who were busy recording some new material and writing some new songs. They had a tour coming up in June and were pressed to get the new album released and pressed so they could play the new songs on their tour. Today though, they were recording one of George's songs. He had previously told me it was a 'fuck you' to Prime Minister Harold Wilson, who had consequently raised taxes on top earners of the United Kingdom which just so happened included George and the rest of the Beatles.

The song had a bit of a biting back beat and the music surrounding the chorus and verses was so catchy that after a couple run-throughs I was already humming along. At break, the boys and I retired to the kitchen where we planned to have a quick lunch. I had a salad delivered and I scarfed that down as I drank my spiked coffee. I listened as John discussed a few things he wanted to tweak on the song and George didn't seem the least bit concerned even though it seemed as if all John was doing was nitpicking a song that didn't really need that much work.

I left to pack my belongings shortly before the three o'clock hour and made the trek through the after school traffic of London. However, what I found when I pulled up outside my flat building, left me purely shocked. Out on the street and leaning against his Rolls Royce that was parked on the curb stood Brian. The shocking part though was what he held in his hands, in his hands was a small animal, a puppy it seemed.

I couldn't help but grin as I approached him. "Looking for me?" I asked in a teasing way. I had totally believed that our night at the Marquee Club was going to be our last together, but seeing him standing on the curb with a puppy in his hands was an endearing sight to me. 

Brian chuckles at me but nods his head, "I have an apology for you." He says.

I gesture to the puppy, "And it just so happens to be a dog?" I question.

He nods, "I thought you'd enjoy a companion for while I'm gone on tour."

"You just got back and you don't leave for another month," I laugh as he hands me the small dog. "You expect me to watch this while you're gone, this dog isn't for me its for you."

I motion for him to come inside with me but he shakes his head, "I have to be getting back to the studio, but this dog is your's and I expect you to keep really good care of it, he's needy."

"Are you sure you're referring to the dog, I think you may be just a tad bit more needy than he'll ever be?" I joke.

Brian shakes his head, "This is why I like you, you've got moxie."

"You only like me when I'm under you," I roll my eyes. "But, I'll take your nameless dog and keep him safe while you're gone, however, I'll expect that you call and arrange to pick him up when you're back in town."

Brian shakes his head, "Johanna, just shut up and take the dog."

"He'll remember you saying that," I giggle, fake covering the dog's small ears.

I watch as Brian hustles over to his car and gets in, pausing to wave and to mutter a quick goodbye, "I'll call you!"

I roll my eyes, deciding not to hold him to it. I take myself and the dog inside and busy myself with making it a makeshift bed in the corner of the living room, complete with blankets and pillows. Shortly thereafter I found myself shopping through the aisles at a pet store down the street from my flat, I found that having a pet was a little on the expensive side. I had to purchase a collar and a leash to go with it, some food, and toys for the thing to play with. Successfully spending a bit of money, I headed home with bags in hand. 

Arriving home, I opened the door to find that the dog had been up to things itself. In the living room, he had successfully demolished his bedding area, nearly ripping his blanket to shreds and had expelled all of the stuffing from the throw pillows I had so graciously let him use for the time being. Knowing that he wouldn't be home, I quickly dialed the number for Brian's home and left a nice message on his answering machine. 

I picked up the mess the dog had made and managed to set him up an area just for him. I also decided on his name. I decided that naming him Lucifer or Satan was a stretch considering he was, in fact, still a puppy, but naming him Norman wasn't a stretch. I thought it was cute name considering how deranged he was with the escapades he had previously with his bedding. 

Norman manages to tire himself out and when I found him passed out in his little bed, I moved into my bedroom to pack my suitcase for Stella's wedding extravaganza. I quickly threw the bridesmaid dress that Stella had sent across the pond to me weeks ago into the suitcase, and packed the necessities for the trip, including pajamas and day outfits for the days that were spent without attending a wedding. I also had to solve the dilemma of how to take care of a puppy and start training him when I wasn't even going to be home to do so. Brian couldn't have screwed me any better, figuratively speaking that is. I had to say his timing was impeccable.

Thankfully, I succeeded in finding someone to watch Norman. Cynthia agreed to take wonderful care of him whilst I was back in New York, and even offered to start training him for me. It seemed that she truly had a love for animals that John and I didn't share. John had previously told me that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with Norman because of his satanic yapping and association with the Psycho character with whom he shared a name. 

A few says later I had dropped Norman off to Cynthia and John, who wouldn't be in New York for another few days. Heading to the airport, I couldn't help but feel a bit giddy at the fact that I'd be home for the next few days and I was more than happy to have the time off from recording. What I didn't expect was the whirlwind of events that were to follow when I arrived back home.