George, Pattie and I

George, Theres a John On The Phone For You.

ONE MONTH LATER

George eventually settled down and agreed to sit through an episode of Dick Van Dyke.

"Lizzy?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

He scratched his head nervously. "Would you mind very much letting me stay the night? It's a bit late and..."

"It's fine. You'll sleep in the guest bedroom." It slipped out. I probably should've thought through but I felt safe with him.

After that everything was a blur. I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. I was in my bed. In my nightgown. When did I put on my nightgown.

I got up and quickly made my way to the kitchen where George hovered over the stove cooking. Then the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Elizabeth, where's George?" The voice was frantic and sounded annoyed.

"May I ask who's speaking?"

"Names John, now put him on the phone." The man, John, demanded.

"Sorry, but John-"

George yanked the phone out my hand. "Bloody hell John! It's 7:47 in the morning and I'm just makin the lady breakfast!"

I heard a lot of mumbling coming from the other line and George sighed. "Alright. I'm coming. Tell Brian I'm sorry, I forgot."

"Lizzy, that was me mate, john. I gotta get going."

"Oh. Well, give me a ring whenever you want to meet up."

He leaned against the counter. "You could just come with me. There's something I've been hiding from you. Whenever I'm busy it's not writing....mostly, it's because I'm performing. We're just lucky to have stayed in this area so long. Tours almost over."

"Tour? We?"

"I'm in a band. The Beatles to be exact."

It all came rushing to me. Of course! He's in that band every other girl is crazy about. I liked their music but never took the time to memorize everything about the actual people.

I looked up from the ground to see George not there. "George?"

He came rushing behind me in clothes and handed me a small dark blue dress. "It's your color."

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Before I knew it I was standing amongst the four most attractive men if ever seen, including George.

"You must be Elizabeth, I'm Paul." One of them stood as offered me his hand. After shaking it another stood. "Ringo. It's nice meeting you."

Lastly, the one I suspected to be John stood. "Hey. Sorry about how we originally met. Names John." Something about that awkward apology and introduction made my stomach flutter.

They all stated at me as if I was Marilyn Monroe. "Is there something on my face?"

As if on cue a man walked in and all three started struming guitars or studying notes.

"Brian, this is Elizabeth. Elizabeth this is our manager Brian." George said.

"Hello." We said at the same time.

Oh this was goings to be fun.