Harristarkey/Starrison (UNFINISHED)

Beach Day

After that, my hopes shot up to the moon. Forget the moon, the whole galaxy. Goddamn, knowing Ringo is gay, that gave me so many ideas.

I walked to my room and plopped on my bed. I changed my clothes to something new. My T-shirt had armpit stains. And it's WHITE! It's never coming off. Ew.

I skipped around my room with my new clothes. I was wearing more summery outfit. Striped pants and a button up shirt with flowers. I thought I looked great. That was until I looked into the mirror and saw that I looked like a gay-hippie-uncle... Oh well.

I'm going to the beach today with the band. It's gonna be great. Paul scheduled it today. However the only downside is that, he scheduled it before Ringo joined the band. Meaning, it's not gonna be that fun. Pete Best was supposed to come, but since he got FIRED (and I'm so glad he did because our new drummer is scaled up by 200 in looks and 200 in talent) he's not coming anymore.

I packed up my beach bag. "Towels, a swimsuit, food, wine, an umbrella, sunscreen, flip flops, casben shorts, and sunglasses. Anything else? Eh, it looks fine." I said to myself. Time to hop in that car. I don't want to be late.

I went in the car and put the beach bag in the seat next to me.

**

An hour later and I have finally reached the beach. I was a little bit early. It's 11:30 and they were supposed to be here at 12. I have half an hour to spare. I grabbed my bag and set up. It was close to the water, on the more sandy part of the beach. The sand was so soft, my feet felt like they were standing on clouds. I laid down the towel and put up the umbrella to block out sun. I rubbed on the sunscreen and put on my sunglasses. The water was so glistening. The tides were high and I was so temped to put my feet in it. I was still wearing pants, and I don't want to get it wet! If I do, I'm gonna be driving around in wet pants all day. I could change in my swimsuit but... Ill just wait.

I dug in my bag, hoping to find something cool to do while I waited. I found my casben shorts. I had nearly forgotten about those! They were pretty casual. They were white with red strips on it. I should have worn these in the beginning, I mean, it's really hot here. There was a changing room next door. Eh, I don't need it. I'll just change here.

**

After I changed, I looked more like a gay uncle. Hopefully John won't judge me about it. He always laughs at me for my choice of fashion. It's pretty hypocritical though, because the other day he was wearing the most odd, bohemian top I've ever seen. I don't quite remember what it looked like, but it was far more laughable than what I was wearing right now. I wish I could have taken a picture of it.

Now that I have my shorts on, I can step in the water. The water was so perfect. It was cool enough that I wouldnt get burnt by the sun, but it wasn't freezing. And it was just so warm and- oh no. My shirt is wet. I should have thought of this. I didn't realize I had laid on the water. It was just so perfect and comfortable. I don't have anything else to change into. This was my only shirt I brought with me. Hopefully the others brought an extra shirt. I tried drying off with the towel.

**

Eventually, I see a car pull up. It was John, Paul and two girls. I got up to see them.

"George, you're early!" John said, getting out of the car. "You're usually late, Y'know," he teased. "And what's this? Did you piss yourself or did you get excited in the water already?" He said, looking down at my water-stained clothes.

"Cmon guys, it's beach day! No more fighting between what you guys are wearing. Can we just all agree that I have the best fashion out of all of you?" Paul said, helping a lady out the car. The lady was beautiful. She looked in her early 20s. About the same age as Paul. She had red-strawberry blonde hair. Her hair was thick, and she had bangs that stopped right at her eyebrow. Not my type though.