Don't Let Me Wait Too Long

Be Here Now

"Stand by... Clear!" they exclaimed. Georges body jumped and I turned to John who had tears down his cheek. he held me tight, my face towards his chest so I couldn't see the heartbreaking scene. Everyone in the room frantically pushed around to save George. 

A long beep was paired with a flat line on the screen. "No, No NO!!!" tears were flooding down my face as I saw the lifeless man on the bed. "no..." I cried, Johns arms wrapping around me. "Alright, one more time!! CLEAR!" as soon as they hit Georges body he jumped and a constant beep was back. 

"George! I ran to his side and held his hand in mine. "June?" he mumbled quietly and groggy with closed eyes. "Geo-" "what are you doing here?" he asked his eyes slowly opening to see mine. "I came to make sure you were okay... I thought I lost-" "well you saw, how about you leave." he said coldly. 

"what?" I asked in confusion. "Get out? Go away? do I really have to explain it?" He spat. All I did was grab my bag and leave. No point fighting him... I guess he was done with it, us, me. 

"June wait!!" Paul said running after me. "If he wants this then he can have it. I'm done, Paul." I walked out of the doors to start my new life...

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6 YEARS LATER: April 20th, 1970.

Its been six years since I've seen George, I've managed to keep in contact with all the others but him for this time. George married Pattie... shocker, and I stayed single. I've been living hippie heaven since '67 and loving it every day. I met Andy Warhol and even became his muse, as well as Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Mick Jaggers muse as well. 

I got to my flat In Liverpool and opened the door to see some mail from the mail slot. 

'Dear June,

I know it has been A while since we've Last talked but id like you to come to Scotland and see the new place. Linda and I Have been working really hard to get everything to look nice and would love for you to catch up on life with us, Also we have some news!

love Paul, Linda, and Martha.'

I smiled at the thought of seeing Him and his new wife after the Beatles have disbanded. See what creativity he's been making with all the guidelines of the others gone. 

I wrote a short letter telling him id love to come and walked out to post the letter when I ran Into a never forgettable figure. "you okay?... June?! is that you?" he smiled his fanged smile that was now covered in his beard and his face was framed with long hair. "Hello, George..." I replied. "Umm, you wanna grab a cuppa and catch up?" he offered. I had nothing to lose so I thought why the hell not. "why not."

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We talked for hours about everything. "So I heard you were shagging Hendrix and left him for Jagger, you still with him or no?" he said. "Why thank you for making me sound so... slutty. No, I'm actually not seeing anyone." I stated, this shocked him for some reason. "how about you... still married to Pattie?" I said sourly, I guess I never got over that. "No actually. we divorced about a year ago, she left for Clapton. But we let the papers think we were still together "to give them privacy" as Pattie likes to phrase it." He laughed. 

I don't know why but this made me flutter inside like it was 6 years ago... shit. "You still Living in that Bungalow?" I asked. "No just moved into Friar Park two months ago. I'm still unpacking." he laughed again. "Well, I'd love to see it. And If you need help Unpacking I can help." I offered. "You wanna help tonight." He was serious, he meant everything he said. "Ummm yeah how far is it?" I asked. "about almost an hour, you can spend some time there Id really appreciate the help. I'm moving everything into a 120 room Mansion. so you can stay as long as you want." He asked. "I can stay for about a week if that's alright." He smiled and looked at me with his dark brown eyes. "great."

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After grabbing some clothes I got into Georges car for our hour and 41-minute trip. "I brought some biscuits and other snacks, they're in the back if you'd like." he said, never taking his focus off the road. "thanks, You want anything... knowing you you'd eat 24/7 if you could." I laughed. "What do you mean if?" he joked. 

I sighed in content, this was nice... too nice. about 30 minutes down the road I started to contemplate my decision on going to Georges house with our history. And I think George was thinking the same. 

"erm... June, I wanted to apologize for being so harsh to you... I never should've told you to leave... I know you cared I just couldn't get my head around it." He said, sadness in his words. "Geo it's fine, I just knew I couldn't convince you so I... well left." I stated. 

He looked at me and a look of concern washed over his face. "i-is Bala still?" he shakenly said. "George, we were having a conversation and you're thinking about my cat?" I laughed. "Please tell me he's still alive..." he said sadly. "George he's healthy and alive. He was only a year old when you meet him, he's only 7 now." I giggled. He lightened up and smiled

"I missed that laugh... I missed hanging around with you." he said nervously. "Me too." I looked down and played with the hem of my dress. trying to hide the blush.

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After some long deep conversations and a few confessions and apologies, we finally made it to the gates. "Welcome to Friar Park!" he said happily as can be. "George... what did you do..." I said putting my hand to my forehead. "What do you mean?" he questioned. I looked around at the overgrown forest and the weedy gravel path that leads to the door. vines covered the home and George loved every inch of it. "I saved it from the Catholics, they were going to tare it down. But I love it, tomorrow I'll show you were Ill put my gardens!"He was as ecstatic as a schoolboy. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. "Come on let's get you Inside." 

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