Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between
George huffed, falling back against the hotel room door, sliding down it before he slowly hit the ground. The screams of fans could be heard even from the top floor where they were. It was 1964 and the Beatles were a huge success. Of course, success also came with fame, and crazy fans and fame went hand in hand.
"Crazy birds." John muttered, peering through the blinds, and looking out the window at the girls. Once one spotted the Beatle, she began screaming and pointing, as did the rest of the girls. John shut the blinds and moved back at once, shaking his head.
"We can relax now, at least." Ringo said, falling back onto a couch and kicking his feet up onto the table.
"Yeah," Paul agreed, plopping down beside his shorter yet older friend. "Until we get collected to perform some shows."
"I 'unno about you lads, but I'm showering. I smell like arse." John said, scrunching his nose as if to prove his point as he walked off towards the shower.
Paul grinned. "Not like it's any different from the usual!"
"Oh, shove it up yer arse, Paul!" John called back before he shut the bathroom door, making the other three Beatles laugh.
Paul turned on the television and Ringo pulled off his shoes, ensuring that he was as comfortable as possible. George shook his head and rose from the ground, walking over to join the boys. He sat down on a lone armchair and plucked a magazine from the table, looking it over. It was some girly magazine, he knew that much. For clothing or something.
He flipped through, looking for anything interesting, when suddenly he stopped at the center. Well, the centerfold, really. A woman was laying on the sand in front of the ocean, the waves lapping up and barely hitting her. She was naked, George could tell that much, laying on her side and facing the camera. Her arm was just barely draped over her breasts, and her legs were folded close enough together so that all that could be seen was her legs. She was fit, George realized. The sand was darker with her snow white skin, but it almost blended with her blonde curls. George froze suddenly, dropping the magazine to the floor.
"What is it? Need a quick bang after staring at that?" Paul asked, snickering.
"No." George said, shaking his head. "No," He repeated. "It's just.. That's Joleen."
"What?" John questioned. He stood behind the couch in a towel, his hair dripping from the shower. "Where? Lemme see."
"No!" George exclaimed, closing the magazine before the other boys could see. "Y-You're not s'posed to see something like that.."
"Millions of other men 'ave." John retorted. "What difference does it make if I sneak a quick peek?"
"Oh, bugger off John." Ringo was quick to defend George. "It isn't that big of a deal. Just wank to some other magazine." He then added in a quieter voice, "You know how much she means to him."
John released a sigh, but pushed the subject no further. He let George be, who was clutching the magazing as if it were his only life line, and looked shocked to the core.
