Post by CrowDish on Aug 29, 2004 20:00:15 GMT -5
(Alright guys. I wrote a lot more than I thought I was going to - I'm not expecting you guys to write as much as I did, in fact, I think it'll be more fun if you don't. I just wanted to get it started in the direction I wanted it to start, you know? It's supposed to be as campy as I wrote it, I did that on purpose, I hope you guys can keep the campiness a theme ^__^ As for disclaimers, I don't own any of the Beatles, although I wouldn't mind them owning me. At this point, I suppose I own Rita, but by the end of it, I guess we'll all own her. Yay for character development! Do what you want with her, but I think of her as just kind of a polite, English girl, so give her a personality and such but keep her a polite English girl please. Heehee I'm so excited to see what you guys write. So on to the story!)
“We’ve never seen anything quite like this before,” Norm informed the four boys sitting in front of him. Each of them were looking up at him, innocence plastered across their faces. He smirked slightly, and his eyes scanned the line of them, making sure they were all paying attention.
They were, but he’d probably have had an easier time if they hadn’t been. “John’s never seen anything before!” George quickly interrupted, grinning widely. John shifted his vision to him, daring him to continue. “He’s blind!”
John spoke quickly, attempting to drown out the others’ laughter. “They’re just girls. We’ve handled girls before.”
“You’ve never handled girls before!” George felt he was on a roll. He basked slightly in the attention as Paul and Ringo had a hearty laugh at John’s expense. John knew it would continue until they realized he didn’t care – it was just like grade school. He flashed a gracious smile, and the laughter ceased. When the four boys looked back up, they saw that Norm was staring at them.
“Finished?” They all nodded enthusiastically. “Okay,” he continued, “To reply to John, they are girls, they’re just girls in a much larger magnitude than we’ve ever had to deal with previously. Understand?”
“Um... maybe,” Paul admitted with a straight face. “What does magnitude mean again?” He broke out into a grin.
“Very funny,” Norm replied sarcastically, looking to the others. “Any other comments before I continue?”
John’s hand went up in the air. “Yes sir, if there are so many more girls than ever before, sir, if one went missing, she wouldn’t be missed as much, sir.”
“And your point?”
“Well, can I have one?”
Norm sighed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you happy.” He was tired of John’s incessant requests. He obviously wasn’t going to act on what he said, so maybe if he had ‘permission’ from Norm, he’d shut up. It seemed to work for the moment. John’s face lit up, and he grinned back triumphantly at the others. “Can I go on?”
“Yes, yes, go right ahead,” Paul invited him.
“Thank you. I have a plan to distract the girls. We have quite a few cars waiting for us out there. If each of you go out separately, the mob will have to break into four groups, and they’ll be confused. If you go fast, you should be able to make it to the cars before they knew what hit them.”
Ringo grinned. “You’re a clever one, you are.”
Norm smirked as the train pulled to a stop. Screams could already be heard as girls rushed up to the sides of the train. Scattered police officers tried to hold them back to no avail. “Okay, each of you take a different door and just run for your lives. We’ll meet back in the hotel room, in no more than a half four. I’m trusting you boys, don’t let me down. Go to it!”
The boys obediently did what they were told. Barely after he finished his sentence, four figures jumped off the back of the train and proceeded to push through four narrow paths through the mass of people, each of them going into a different direction. Three of them did exactly as they were instructed – they quickly made their way through, jumped into the car that was waiting for them at the end of the path created by frustrated and slightly frightened policemen, and were driven off towards the hotel. John didn’t. Norm had promised him a girl, and he was bloody well going to get one.
He walked through the crowd at a brisk pace – any slower than that, and he feared he’d be attacked. The girls were scary and looked slightly rabid to him. He didn’t want to bring back a rabid girl, but he was in public, and therefore not wearing his glasses, and he could hardly see anything. His eyes scanned one blurry girl to the next, and he quickly determined he couldn’t choose based on looks – he was just going to hope he picked a cute one. He was just starting to get a headache from the din when he saw exactly who he was looking for.
She was average height, pale, and had long, dark red hair, and she thought she was slightly older than the crowd – still significantly young for him, but not as sinful. That was about all he could tell. He prayed she was cute as he reached over and grabbed her hand. “Come with me,” he shouted over the noise, and with an extremely blank look on her face, she let go of his hand, slipped under the policeman’s arm, clutched John’s wrist with both hands, and ran as he pulled her through the mod and into the safety of the car. She slammed the door behind her, and then stared at him, obviously confused and in shock, and still attached to his wrist.
Now that he had his girl, he wasn’t positive what to do with her. “Hi, my name’s John L...”
“John Lennon, I know, everybody knows,” she interrupted, her mouth hanging open a bit. Up close, he could see her a little better – she wasn’t gorgeous, a little nerdy looking really, but kind of cute in a girl-next-door type of way. She was wearing glasses.
“Alright, well, would you like to get some tea with me sometime?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.” He paused for just a moment before deciding he owed her an explanation. “You see, Norm said I could have a girl from the crowd, and I think he was just kidding, but I decided to take him up on it anyway. So I picked you.”
“Why?” she asked, shocked.
John wasn’t ready for that question. “Why not?”
“For one, I was a lot uglier than the girls on either side of me.” She began to blush slightly.
After a short pause, John reached out towards her face. “May I?”
“May you what?”
“Your glasses. May I see them?”
She stared at him. “Oh... I guess.”
He took them off her face and placed them onto his own. “You’re not ugly.” She blushed fiercely as he returned her glasses. “I picked you because you weren’t screaming and everyone else was and it was giving me a headache. So I can either give you back or I can take you to the hotel for some tea and to meet the others like I wanted to in the first place.” He was trying so hard to be civil with this girl. He hadn’t had to win over a girl in a long time, and he’d forgotten how hard it was. Until he was sure that she’d fallen for him in his own right, he had to be on his best behavior.
She, on the other hand, was finding it increasingly difficult to continue being in shock – his casualness was contagious. “I’d be honoured to have some tea with you, John Lennon,” she said confidently. He grinned widely and she couldn’t help it – she did too.
He tapped the driver. “Let’s see how fast we can get back to the hotel.” With that, the car started, and there was no turning back.
“How long does it take to get into a car and drive a few miles?” Paul asked, mostly to himself, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. He’d gotten to the hotel room first, and hadn’t had to wait long for George and Ringo. That had been almost twenty minutes ago. “Honestly!”
“When you’re John, it could take quite a while.” George was sprawled out over the couch, looking considerably more comfortable and less concerned. In fact, he didn’t seem concerned at all, probably because he wasn’t.
“When you’re John, you might never get back to the hotel,” Ringo added, thinking that might not be so bad.
Paul sighed. “It just seems like if three quarters of us can do it, John should be able to do it too. It’s obviously possible.”
George tsked at him. “It’s not about possibility, it’s about capability,” he said, wisely. He opened his mouth, possibly to spout off some more random wisdom, but was cut off by a loud knock on the door. “Speak of the devil.”
“Let me in!” John’s voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. “I don’t have a key. They said there were only three keys and I was last so I don’t have the luxury.”
Ringo got up to open the door. “Norm took our keys away anyway. I think he’s going to lock us in...” He swung the door open, and stepped back in shock. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Paul and George both looked over to see the mysterious unknown girl, then glanced at John for an answer. On her part, shock was setting back in for the moment – after all, here were all four members of the most famous group in the history of the world.
“Oh, let me introduce you to... my own personal fangirl.” John grinned widely at them. They obviously hadn’t expected him to do anything, so in his mind, he’d won. “Her name’s...” He paused, then leaned over to her, putting his lips near her ear. “What’s your name, luv?”
She grinned and leaned around to his ear. “It’s Rita.”
He looked back up at his friends. “Her name’s Rita. She’s going to hang out with us for a while, okay? Don’t tell her, but I’m trying to win her over.”
All she could do was grin.
“We’ve never seen anything quite like this before,” Norm informed the four boys sitting in front of him. Each of them were looking up at him, innocence plastered across their faces. He smirked slightly, and his eyes scanned the line of them, making sure they were all paying attention.
They were, but he’d probably have had an easier time if they hadn’t been. “John’s never seen anything before!” George quickly interrupted, grinning widely. John shifted his vision to him, daring him to continue. “He’s blind!”
John spoke quickly, attempting to drown out the others’ laughter. “They’re just girls. We’ve handled girls before.”
“You’ve never handled girls before!” George felt he was on a roll. He basked slightly in the attention as Paul and Ringo had a hearty laugh at John’s expense. John knew it would continue until they realized he didn’t care – it was just like grade school. He flashed a gracious smile, and the laughter ceased. When the four boys looked back up, they saw that Norm was staring at them.
“Finished?” They all nodded enthusiastically. “Okay,” he continued, “To reply to John, they are girls, they’re just girls in a much larger magnitude than we’ve ever had to deal with previously. Understand?”
“Um... maybe,” Paul admitted with a straight face. “What does magnitude mean again?” He broke out into a grin.
“Very funny,” Norm replied sarcastically, looking to the others. “Any other comments before I continue?”
John’s hand went up in the air. “Yes sir, if there are so many more girls than ever before, sir, if one went missing, she wouldn’t be missed as much, sir.”
“And your point?”
“Well, can I have one?”
Norm sighed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you happy.” He was tired of John’s incessant requests. He obviously wasn’t going to act on what he said, so maybe if he had ‘permission’ from Norm, he’d shut up. It seemed to work for the moment. John’s face lit up, and he grinned back triumphantly at the others. “Can I go on?”
“Yes, yes, go right ahead,” Paul invited him.
“Thank you. I have a plan to distract the girls. We have quite a few cars waiting for us out there. If each of you go out separately, the mob will have to break into four groups, and they’ll be confused. If you go fast, you should be able to make it to the cars before they knew what hit them.”
Ringo grinned. “You’re a clever one, you are.”
Norm smirked as the train pulled to a stop. Screams could already be heard as girls rushed up to the sides of the train. Scattered police officers tried to hold them back to no avail. “Okay, each of you take a different door and just run for your lives. We’ll meet back in the hotel room, in no more than a half four. I’m trusting you boys, don’t let me down. Go to it!”
The boys obediently did what they were told. Barely after he finished his sentence, four figures jumped off the back of the train and proceeded to push through four narrow paths through the mass of people, each of them going into a different direction. Three of them did exactly as they were instructed – they quickly made their way through, jumped into the car that was waiting for them at the end of the path created by frustrated and slightly frightened policemen, and were driven off towards the hotel. John didn’t. Norm had promised him a girl, and he was bloody well going to get one.
He walked through the crowd at a brisk pace – any slower than that, and he feared he’d be attacked. The girls were scary and looked slightly rabid to him. He didn’t want to bring back a rabid girl, but he was in public, and therefore not wearing his glasses, and he could hardly see anything. His eyes scanned one blurry girl to the next, and he quickly determined he couldn’t choose based on looks – he was just going to hope he picked a cute one. He was just starting to get a headache from the din when he saw exactly who he was looking for.
She was average height, pale, and had long, dark red hair, and she thought she was slightly older than the crowd – still significantly young for him, but not as sinful. That was about all he could tell. He prayed she was cute as he reached over and grabbed her hand. “Come with me,” he shouted over the noise, and with an extremely blank look on her face, she let go of his hand, slipped under the policeman’s arm, clutched John’s wrist with both hands, and ran as he pulled her through the mod and into the safety of the car. She slammed the door behind her, and then stared at him, obviously confused and in shock, and still attached to his wrist.
Now that he had his girl, he wasn’t positive what to do with her. “Hi, my name’s John L...”
“John Lennon, I know, everybody knows,” she interrupted, her mouth hanging open a bit. Up close, he could see her a little better – she wasn’t gorgeous, a little nerdy looking really, but kind of cute in a girl-next-door type of way. She was wearing glasses.
“Alright, well, would you like to get some tea with me sometime?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.” He paused for just a moment before deciding he owed her an explanation. “You see, Norm said I could have a girl from the crowd, and I think he was just kidding, but I decided to take him up on it anyway. So I picked you.”
“Why?” she asked, shocked.
John wasn’t ready for that question. “Why not?”
“For one, I was a lot uglier than the girls on either side of me.” She began to blush slightly.
After a short pause, John reached out towards her face. “May I?”
“May you what?”
“Your glasses. May I see them?”
She stared at him. “Oh... I guess.”
He took them off her face and placed them onto his own. “You’re not ugly.” She blushed fiercely as he returned her glasses. “I picked you because you weren’t screaming and everyone else was and it was giving me a headache. So I can either give you back or I can take you to the hotel for some tea and to meet the others like I wanted to in the first place.” He was trying so hard to be civil with this girl. He hadn’t had to win over a girl in a long time, and he’d forgotten how hard it was. Until he was sure that she’d fallen for him in his own right, he had to be on his best behavior.
She, on the other hand, was finding it increasingly difficult to continue being in shock – his casualness was contagious. “I’d be honoured to have some tea with you, John Lennon,” she said confidently. He grinned widely and she couldn’t help it – she did too.
He tapped the driver. “Let’s see how fast we can get back to the hotel.” With that, the car started, and there was no turning back.
“How long does it take to get into a car and drive a few miles?” Paul asked, mostly to himself, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. He’d gotten to the hotel room first, and hadn’t had to wait long for George and Ringo. That had been almost twenty minutes ago. “Honestly!”
“When you’re John, it could take quite a while.” George was sprawled out over the couch, looking considerably more comfortable and less concerned. In fact, he didn’t seem concerned at all, probably because he wasn’t.
“When you’re John, you might never get back to the hotel,” Ringo added, thinking that might not be so bad.
Paul sighed. “It just seems like if three quarters of us can do it, John should be able to do it too. It’s obviously possible.”
George tsked at him. “It’s not about possibility, it’s about capability,” he said, wisely. He opened his mouth, possibly to spout off some more random wisdom, but was cut off by a loud knock on the door. “Speak of the devil.”
“Let me in!” John’s voice could be heard shouting from the other side of the door. “I don’t have a key. They said there were only three keys and I was last so I don’t have the luxury.”
Ringo got up to open the door. “Norm took our keys away anyway. I think he’s going to lock us in...” He swung the door open, and stepped back in shock. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Paul and George both looked over to see the mysterious unknown girl, then glanced at John for an answer. On her part, shock was setting back in for the moment – after all, here were all four members of the most famous group in the history of the world.
“Oh, let me introduce you to... my own personal fangirl.” John grinned widely at them. They obviously hadn’t expected him to do anything, so in his mind, he’d won. “Her name’s...” He paused, then leaned over to her, putting his lips near her ear. “What’s your name, luv?”
She grinned and leaned around to his ear. “It’s Rita.”
He looked back up at his friends. “Her name’s Rita. She’s going to hang out with us for a while, okay? Don’t tell her, but I’m trying to win her over.”
All she could do was grin.
. Crow gave me the brilliant idea ;D. So hopefully, when I get home tonight I will write a little flashback, and then, yeah...something like that. 
Today in school, I'm gunna write the second part of chapter 2 
. With me and Paul ;D lol. 