Go To Him (A Beatles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two - I Saw Him Standing There

2nd September, 1958

Dear Diary,

You would not believe the marvellous day I just had! Yes, I said marvellous! There's a word a I thought I wouldn't be saying for a long time yet. Today was my first day at the Liverpool Institute, and this morning I was really nervous as I walked to the bus stop at Penny Lane. I wore a plain rich brown dress that complimented my blue eyes and the most respectable dress coat I could find in my tiny little wardrobe. It was one of those unusually cold September mornings where your breath looked like cigarette smoke in the chilly air and the sky was still a dull blue haze as the sun had not quite fully risen just yet. While I was nervous about proving myself academically to my teachers, the most nerve-wracking thing for me that morning was the fact that I knew absolutely nobody at this school, not even one person. I stood at the bus stop and took in the morning haul of passengers. Some were early morning commuters, but most were Institute students like myself. Even though there was no uniform to identify them, I could easily tell.

Before I had too much time to contemplate, the bus arrived. Schoolboys bustled and shoved each other out of the way and dashed for the best seats at the front and the back. By the time I stepped on the coach, there were only seats in the middle left. Not that I'm complaining, I always thought it rather childish to think that one bus seat is better than the other when they're all exactly the same really. I crossed my legs and suddenly became aware of a ladder in my tights, causing me to blush and uncross my legs as quickly as I crossed them. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and became suddenly aware that this was my first time ever sitting alone on a bus. The bus was right about to leave when I heard a thick accent shout from the street, "Hang on there, Noddy!"

I jerked my head towards the voice and stared in bewilderment as two of the most intriguingly good-looking boys I'd ever seen casually strode onto the bus. The boy who had shouted from the street was small with big ears and fang-like teeth, all of which I found surprisingly very attractive. He had velvet brown eyes which he rolled in disappointment when he saw how limited their choice of seats was. He nodded his head towards the empty pair of seats directly in front of me and looked over to the second latecomer for approval. My gaze followed his and when I my eyes settled on the second boy, the entire world screeched to a halt as I took him in. Just like the first boy, he wore a funny leather jacket and had his hair piled up on top of his head sort of like Elvis in "Love Me Tender", but he was taller and impossibly handsome. He had enchanting hazel eyes from which you simply couldn't look away, jet black hair that was sleeker than Marlon Brando's and perfectly shaped eyebrows that perked in agreement at the first boy's seating suggestion.

I panicked as I realised that the bus was moving and the two boys were walking in my direction to take their seats. I looked down at my patent leather shoes and tried as hard as I could to not make eye contact with them as they slid into the seats in front of me.

"You bloody nong, George!"said the tall boy as he pulled a comb out of the pocket in his leather jacket, "you really have to start being more careful. Yer old man nearly caught us in the jackets this morning, and if he says anything to my dad, then God help us!"

"I forgot me boots!" protested the small boy who I presumed to be George, "And come off it, we got away with it, didn't we?"

"Yeh, true that, I s'pose," chuckled the handsome boy as he ran a comb through the greasy black nest on top of his head.

The scent of the grease he used on his hair wafted back to me with each stroke of his comb and the intoxicating aroma made me feel faint and girlishly dizzy. George propped his foot up on the seat in front of him to put on these outrageous cowboy boots I've only ever seen in the movies. As he did so, he accidentally kicked the blonde girl sitting in front of him.

"OW! WHO DID ..." began the beautiful blonde as she turned around in disgust, but suddenly lost her words when she saw the gorgeous boy combing his hair.

"Oh, Paul!" she giggled girlishly as her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, "I didn't see you there. I simply love the whole Elvis thing you have going on, especially how you've been wearing your hair lately. The teachers will surely have heart failure when they see the leather jacket!"

"Do you really think so?" mused Paul, "Because I'm counting on it."

"Oh, yes!" she enthused, nodding her head violently and laughing almost unnaturally before turning back around and giggling with her friend.

"So, 'you gonna give her the pull?" asked George.

Extreme jealousy at what had just happened welled up inside me and all of a sudden, I resented this girl I've never even spoken to before for evidently flirting with Paul. Either way, I prayed the answer to George's question would be no.

"Nah," said Paul to my relief, "I don't think she's even after me to be honest. Just being friendly."

"I call bullshit!" exclaimed George, "just ask the bird out already!"

"Alright then, I will so," said Paul before he tapped the girl on the back and asked her out to the movies on Saturday.

I was upset at first, but as the day went on I realised that Paul seemed to be popular with just about every girl in school. Therefore, I came to the conclusion that he wasn't the type of lad that stayed in a relationship for too long and with so many girls clearly interested in him, who could blame him? I spent the rest of the day trying hard to concentrate in class, but all I could do was think of how incredibly magnetic his charisma and appeal seems to everyone in school, most of all me. I'm surprised I didn't embarrass myself staring at him at lunchtime, really. I suppose there's plenty more time for that. When I came home and my mother asked me how my first day at the Institute was, all I could manage was, "something, Mother. It was really something."

Anna.