LFFC: Sgt.Honeypie

[Sgt.Honeypie]

Alright here it is, enjoy!

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“Uhhhh, what happened?” I managed to groan.

It has to at least be 4 o’clock, I thought. That must be why I feel like someone took me, threw me across the room and then made it a point to drop everything in the flat on my head.

“That would at least explain the mess.” I mumbled as I sat up rubbing my head.

“Well you’ve done it now Ril. Pam’s gunna kick your butt.” Mattie’s voice came from behind me.

She was sitting on a pile of cloths with her elbow resting on her leg. Her eyes were glazed, staring out the window, with her hair halfway up, the rest falling out in every direction.

“I couldn’t possibly have done all of this by myself,” I eyed her over “we are in this one together.”

“Fine then,” Mattie said with a sigh “”but where is Pam anyhow? I’m starting to get a bit worried. I’m not sure yet if it’s for her or us.”

I shrugged as I struggled to get up. After a few failed attempts I made it, found my favorite green socks and slipped them on.

I staggered over to the table and poured myself a bowl of cornflakes. I don’t even know why. I wasn’t hungry much. As I munched I looked up at the clock. 11:52, so I was a tad off. It still felt like 4.

I finished and dumped the bowl in the already full sink. I needed to do something. I needed fresh air.

“I’m going to take a walk with Tristan, be back in a bit.” I had always thought that Tristan was a pretty dumb name for a boy dog.

“You’ll need to find him first. Oh and are you really going out like that?” she raised her eyebrows at me.

“Why not? Not like it will do much harm… has anyone looked in the wash basin’? I quoted.

We both fell to the floor laughing. It was early 1966, and Help! was out favorite movie of the moment. Half of it was because it was the Beatles. We were caught up in the mania along with the rest of the world, we loved every moment.

We finally found Tristan sleeping under my bed, lying among the other things that got stuffed underneath. It was almost a shame to wake him up, but I really had to go.

“Is there someone here who wants to go for a walk?” I asked in my baby-voice while laying on my stomach looking strait at him.

With that Tristan perked up, started running at full puppy speed toward his leash and collar, forgot about the wood floor, tried to stop and slid until he hit the wall. He still looked extremely happy and continued to wag his tail.

“Well hun, let’s go!” I laughed as I slipped on his collar and snapped on the leash. We left while Mattie was mumbling something about maids and extra big piles.

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As we were on our way out of the building we passed Mr. Shaption, our desk attendant.

“Uh, Ms. Marrison?” he called me.

“Yes?” I replied, while losing the tug of war I was having with the impatient little ball of fuzz on the other end of the leash.

“Your mother called last night, said she couldn’t reach you,” he replied looking for the message he took down “said you’ve been neglecting her and all that rubbish again.” He handed me a little folded up piece of paper with a few scribbles on it.

“I swear, you don’t call for two days and the woman goes insane, and then she starts acting weird. Oh and thanks!” I waved goodbye and stuffed the paper in my coat pocket.

It was a relatively warm day in one of the quieter parts of London. The sun was shining and I could feel it’s warmth on my face. The grass though still brown was starting to get hints of green in it.

We dodged a car as we crossed the street to the park, which was still a few minutes away. We walked, and then walked a bit more until we came to a wide spread of grass with a few trees bordering it. There were only a few people here and there, most were little kids playing about.

Self-conciseness suddenly hit me, when I saw a few adults around. I ran my hand through my tangled hair.

“Ow!” I yelped as I pulled my hand out, taking with it a few strands of strawberry blond hair. There must be something I could do to help it, I thought as I searched. “Got it!” I pulled out a rubber band that I stuck in there 2 weeks ago.

I quickly pulled up my hair and put it in a rather sloppy bun. I didn’t care, it was good enough for me. Anything was better then the ‘hairbrush? And by that you mean…what?’ look I had going for me earlier.

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Taking out the yellow rubber ball I had brought over, I teased Tristan a bit with it, getting him even more exited. I decided to throw it, I wound up and threw. A bit of a tip, if you ever, ever throw as hard and far as you can at least look first!

I opened my eyes only to see that yellow ball hit a man right in the head, knocking off his hat. Tristan took no notice of his human wall and ran strait for that ball, on his way knocking the poor fellow, who was reaching for his hat down.
I was over there in a second. I helped him up and apologized.

“Oh tha’s ok, I’m alright luv.” The man said while looking down and brushing himself off. That voice sounded so familiar.

He looked up and I stared into the eyes of one of the four most famouse pairs of eyes in the world.

My eyes widened. I didn’t know whether to scream of faint.

“Oh my…” I chocked out.
“Please luv, please don’t scream.” Paul pleaded looking around to see if anyone was watching.
“I… I won’t”

Paul double took from this reaction. He decided he liked that answer and smiled.

We sat down on a nearby park bench and started chatting, Tristan still contently chewing and squeaking on the ball he had taken hostage.

I really surprised myself. I had though I would just go stupid and start quoting their movies and songs, I tended to do stupid things like that when I got nervous. Somehow I was able to maintain a slight level of calmness. It was truly amazing in my eyes.

After about a half an hour of useless small talk Paul suddenly looked up.

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“’ey um Rilla?”
“hmmm?”
“D’you mind runnin’?”
“No, I guess I don’t.”

Before I could think, he had Tristan in one arm and pulling me with the other. We were being chased by a mob of about 20 people, most of them screaming teenage girl.

“Oh! Over here!” I said pointing to a nearby door.

I grabbed the door shoved the key in and opened it, and tugged him in. We both panted, and were very glad that the door was locked, when a few of them came and banged on the door.

“Where… are… we?” Paul panted
“In my brother’s old house, he still keeps it up… kind of.”

We walked around. The place was dusty and dirty, but gave a sense of homeliness. We came into the living room and uncovered an old stiff couch. We sat on it for a while and then I heard my stomach growl.
“The kitchen is right over there, we can get a bite.” I suggested.

“Is there food? And would it be edible if we find some?” I giggled at his confused looks and pulled him over to the kitchen.

“Of coarse there is! My brother restocks it every month, just incase one of his friends needs to get away or somethin’. And trust me on this, it is edible.” I said realizing the luckiness of the whole thing.

Paul bent down to the cabinet of the floor, and opened it up to look inside.

“Well looks like cereal, some sort’a soup, cookies, cake mix, and a jar of jelly-babies.” He took out the jar, opened the lid and plopped a few in his mouth and added “I think I would really get along with your brother.”

I took the cookies and sat myself down next to him and we picked up or conversation from where we felt off.

“So tell me about your mates. I s’ppose you know enough about mine.”

“Well, there is Mattie, me best friend of them all. She’s Very true to her hair colour too. She can act like a real dumb blond when she wants to. Pam, how do I describe Pam? She loves work, lives for it partially, never stops in fact. She also runs a book shop down the street from where our flat is.”

“Sounds like a fun group you ‘ave.” He said staring right at me.

“Yeah, fun would be a kind way of putting it.” I said. We both laughed and started more small talk.

We carried on like this for a few hours. As a habit, I looked down at my watch.

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“Oh my gosh, it’s four! I need to go to work in… an hour!, I better go..” I said, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.

“D’you think we could, y’know we could do this again sometime? Y’know talk and all that.”

“I’d like that. You probably need my number… do you have a pen”

He took out a pen from his pocket, and I took out that piece of paper Mr. Shaption gave me earlier. I scribbled down my number, gave to him and then tugged out Tristan so I could lock up. Then out of the blue he kissed my cheek and said “bye luv.”

A little dazed with all that had happened that day I stood for a second smiling, then I remembered I was late so I ran off home, finally giving Tristan what he wanted.

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“Pam came home; she nearly had a heart attack when she saw the place. It was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.” Mattie said while matching socks on the floor.

“Is she here now?” I whispered poking my head around the corner to look.

“Nah, she blew up, changed her cloths and left for that boyfriend of hers house. What’s his name, Jerry? But I’m telling you, you missed a show… now where is that orange sock!”

“I don’t know, buy ya better find it!” I said as I threw a pillow at her.

“Well you see that pile?” she pointed to a pile of cloths that went about up to my waste, “That’s for you.”

“Thank you dear, but if you knew what happened to me today you might want to be a bit nicer.” I said in the bathroom, trying to make my hair a bit better. It really did look nasty, it needed a shower but I didn’t have the time.

“Oh well I only work at a newspaper office anyhow.” I muttered to myself.

“So what was this grand adventure you went on today?” Mattie said, trying to act uninterested, but she failed.

“I’ll tell ya when I get back, now ta!”

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I don’t know why I didn’t tell her the minute I got home. That is what I thought I would do, because that is what I usually do.

When I got to work I couldn’t think of anything other that Paul. No suprises when I had an unusually good day.

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I turned the key and was greeted by Mattie and Pam in the doorway.

“What happened, who did you meet, and why did he call?” Mattie said while eyeing me over.

“He…he really called already?”

“Somebody called and asked for you. When I said you weren’t home he just hung up, now who is he and what did I miss?” Pam said rolling her eyes.

“Why don’t I tell you inside?”

“Oh come on! It’s not like you’ve met a Beatle or anything, just tell us!” Mattie demanded.

I paused shoved them inside, turned around and locked the door.


”I did” I lightly explained.

“Did what?” Pam asked, not satisfied with just that.

“I met a Beatle, I met Paul!” I exclaimed trying really, really hard not to scream when the realization of it all hit me more then ever.

“You did not. Oh my gosh you did!” Mattie said, not trying as hard as me not to scream, “And with that hair!”

“Well what are you waiting for? Tell us, tell us!” Pam commanded.

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I told them the whole thing. I did leave a detail or two out, just for me though.

“And then he kissed you! You lucky dog,” Mattie said dreamily as I came to the end of the story, “you know what this could mean.” I squirmed at the idea.

“Wait a sec, doesn’t he have a girlfriend already? That Jane Asher.” Pam pointed out.

My heart dropped to my feet. I had forgotten about her, that she-devil. What was I thinking? I don’t even know her.

“Oh…oh yeah.” I said looking at my feet trying to pinpoint exactly where my heart was.

Brrrrriiiinnnnggggg! The phone screamed. All of our head jerked up.

“Well get it Rilla.” Pam urged.

“Hello?” I asked into the phone.
“’ello Rilla, glad to finely get you.” Came back.
“Hi Paul,” I wondered if he could hear me smiling over the phone… “so…”
“Yeah um so, I was just called to y’know as you if you’d want to come over, and er get t’know us all ‘ere.” He asked.
“I’d love to but…er what about that Jane.”
I could hear Paul breathing turn heavy.
“Ah well, don’t worry about ‘er luv. We kept ‘aving barneys and on the last and biggest one, we just decided to end it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I lied “I’m sorry if I brought up a painful thing, but I had to ask.”
“That’s ok. So I’ll come and pick you up.”
“Alright, see you in a bit.”
I cleaned up real fast. By the time he came I had to admit that I looked pretty darn good. He brought me over to his house, the biggest house I’ve ever been in. I had a wonderful time, John and I had a battle of whit’s (I lost, no surprise there) and I was happy to find out that we all got along.

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John was just witty, amusing and a charmer. George had a bit of a dry sense of humor that just got me cracking up. Ringo, or Ritchie as he demanded I called him, was just a big teddy bear, nice friendly and cuddly.

To top off the whole evening when Paul took me home, he gave me a kiss. Not the dinky little thing he gave me before but a real full of the lips kiss. I nearly fainted there. As I saw it, life couldn’t get any better than that moment.

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The months went on, each one better then the last. I was falling, and I was falling hard for him. Every slight move he made, made my day. I couldn’t remember a time I was happier.

Then I got that call, the call that no one wants to hear, the one that can change your life forever, for better or worse.

“Hello?” I answered in my chipper voice I had that evening.
“’ey Rilly,” I knew right off it was John, he and Paul were the only ones who called me that. “I got somethin’ to tell yeh.”
“What is it?” I knew it was something bad.
“It’s not as bad as it sound, but Paul’s been in an accident.”
“Wha… what kind of an accident.” I felt my hear drop to my feet again.
“Like I said, nothin’ to serious, but he was in a moped accident and he’s pretty scratched up, but he refuses to go to the ‘ospital…” John trailed off.
“I’ll be right over…ta”

I couldn’t believe this. I just had to keep telling myself ‘It was only a moped, not like it was a car crash. I can’t be that serious.’

I somehow managed to get over to his house. I don’t know how, I was shaking so hard I couldn’t even believe I made it without an accident of my own.

I let myself in with the key he gave me. I ran up to the door and burst in to find Paul sitting on the couch ice on his lip, and the rest of his face, and some of his cloths were covered in dried blood from the scratches above his eyebrows.

I stood there, my heart still down there keeping my feet company.

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“What HAPPENED?!” I shouted, though I didn’t mean to.
“Well er, me and a few mates went riding and then all of a sudden this tree came and jumped right in front of me.” Paul explained, adding emphasis with his hands.

The poor guy looked so pathetic and hurt, that I couldn’t be mad at him if I tried. I pulled the short strands of hair in front of my face aside, and went by him to take a closer look.

“Paul, you really need stitches for this, are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” I asked when I saw that the cut on his lip was really deep.
“Yes I’m sure; I ‘ate those places,” Paul said shivering “Besides we ‘ave a doctor coming ‘ere.”

I hugged him and refused to let go until the doctor came. This is exactly where I wanted to be, maybe not in these circumstances, but just holding him. What could I say, I loved him. But unfortunately the doctor came and insisted that I couldn’t be hugging him while he gave Paul stitches.

Paul gave me a real shock when he said he already had enough wounds as it is, and didn’t want to take a shot for the pain. When we all raised our eyebrows at the ironic-ness of that comment he quickly added:
“And of coarse it will save time.”

But in the end it didn’t help much. He had to have both John and I to hold him down while George and Ritchie watched very intently, as the doctor strung together the cut, messed up and had to start again. The entire time Paul was yelling, or squeezing my hand so hard I couldn’t even feel it at one point.

After it all was done and over with, and Paul had a few hours to recover he got a gleam in his eye and turned to me.

“I ‘ave something to show you.” He pulled me upstairs into his studio.

I could tell he was exited. Or else he would still be down on the couch moaning from the pain. But while he pulled out his guitar he smiled revealing his chipped tooth.

He put the guitar on his knee, plucked the strings to make sure they were all in tune, then started:

“To lead a better life… I need my love to be here…”

It had to be the most gorgeous thing I had ever heard. When he finished tears of joy fell down my face. I had changed my mind; this was the single happiest moment of my life. I forgot about the gash on his lip, and the stitches over it. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He didn’t seem to mind either.

The lines “but to her is to need her” kept ringing through my mind. Because that, and every other line is exactly how I was felt… love.

THE END

[DizzymissLizzy909]

Well done, Beth! I enjoyed reading that.