A/N: when I started this book I didn't really know what I was doing but I feel it's got better in the later chapters, please stick with it, it will get better and there are already plenty of ideas for a second book!
Liverpool, November 9th 1961
Wal...
"I'm boooored!" John whined as we we're now walking through the empty streets of Liverpool. The pub was closed now as it was around 1:30 in the morning, but we weren't tired yet.
"Same I want to be dancing again!" I sighed huddling myself in George's jacket that he so kindly leant me as the bitter air nipped at my cheeks.
"Geoooorge my mate! Dance with me!" John slurred holding his hands out to George who quickly jogged over to him to and clasped their hands together as they began twirling around in the middle of the street. The pair began drunkily dancing together, laughing and giggling to themselves as the rest of us kept walking.
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"There's no music!" George whined giving up on the dancing as he released himself from Johns grip making John pout and strop towards Paul.
"I've got an idea." Paul slurred, steadying himself against Pete who wasn't the best source of support as we were all staggering our way to anywhere. "Go on then Macca don't be keeping us in suspense like." George giggled as he played with the buttons on his shirt, somewhat enthralled by them.
"My old man and Michael are out of town this week until Monday morning, why don't we go back there and continue the fun?" Paul suggested. "Aye but will we have to climb up the bloody guttering again?" Pete laughed almost falling over into the road. "Nooooo I've got me key!" Paul slurred proudly showing off his very pristine front door key. "Heeeey we should call by Cynthia's place! She loves to dance." John swooned thinking about her. "I thought you didn't like Cynthia anymore?" I asked remembering back to him dancing with other girls. "Why'd you say that? We're seeing each other now you know?" He retaliated defensively. "I don't know, just haven't seen you two around." I apologise slumping my head against George's arm, he looked down at me almost toppling over before wrapping his arm around me as we continued walking. The thought of Cynthia must've left Johns drunken mind quickly as we started heading for Paul's house which was the opposite direction to Cynthia's. Luckily so as there's no way Cynthia would be very happy being disturbed at this time by 5 drunken idiots.
"So Paul's it is?" I ask and the rest of the lads whooped in celebration, answering my question. "Your dad better have that nice scotch still Macca." John chuckled to himself much to Paul's discomfort that we would be drinking his fathers alcohol but he wasn't going to say no to John, I found out rather quickly that that wasn't such a good idea.
We eventually made it to Paul's house and he opened the front door, after about 5 minutes of not being able to get the key in. "God I feel sorry for any girl you've been with." John chortled making the rest of us laugh excluding Paul as he just shook his head letting us into his home. John quickly made his way to Jim McCartney's liquor cabinet, hands outstretched whilst myself, George and Pete made our way to the living room. "What kind of records you got?" George asked rhetorically, flicking through the record collection before settling on one. "Definitely!" He smiled giddily taking the precious disc out of it's case and placing it as carefully as he could on the record player.
