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Post by me on Mar 9, 2005 4:14:10 GMT -5
But we all do!!!! Doens't that count?
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 9, 2005 18:31:54 GMT -5
well I'll write more. I know exactly what to write, and it'll be good. but I have to talk to icee first, y' alll.
so hold your horses.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 9, 2005 19:44:11 GMT -5
Michelle collapsed on a bench across from the hotel where the boys were, exhausted. She hadn’t seen any girls she thought george might like whatsoever, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t return empty handed.
She placed her head on her fist, and sighed, thoroughly worn out. A blonde girl sat down next to her. She had brown eyes, and was about the same height as Michelle. She sighed also, and grabbed a cigarette from her pocket. She turned to Michelle, lighting it.
“So, what’s your problem?” She asked Michelle. Michelle turned to her, surprised. “Oh. Um, not really anything. I’m supposed to find this girl for a guy I know, and I can’t find anyone.” The girl raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She nodded serenely and turned back to look at the hotel. She giggled several seconds later and pointed out at one of the windows.
A ringed hand was stuck out the window, waving pathetically. Michelle could only help but laugh. Ringo was probably only teasing the girls, and they were going bananas. One fainted and the police quickly rushed over. The girl laughed sadly. “It’s pathetic, you know. It’s ridiculous. I love them too, but I wouldn’t degrade myself to that level. If I could ever meet them, I’d be so damn happy..but for now, I’m staying where I am, watching those girls make fools of themselves.”
Michelle turned to her, intrigued. The girl leaned back on the bench and stuck out her hand. “I’m Jane. And you are..?” Michelle hastily grabbed her hand and said, “Michelle. So, who’s your favourite Beatle? I like Ringo..” she added michievously. Jane laughed. “I like them all actually. They’re all so…cool.”
Michelle smiled. It seems she had found the perfect victim. “I’ve actually met them. They aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. They’re human too, eh?” Jane leaned forward. “Seriously? That’s so amazing. I’d love to meet them..” Michelle grinned. “D’you wanna? The guy I was talking about, well, that’s George. We’re all good friends. Do you want to, uh, come and meet them with me?” Jane’s eyes wided. “Oh my god. That’s- woah. Fancy meeting…oh man. Take me there!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Michelle giggled and said, “Okay..”
Jane dragged Michelle towards the hotel, smiling widely. She stopped abruptly. “Hey. I have an idea.” She whispered to Michelle. She shouted out suddenly, “OH MY GOD!! THEY’RE COMING!!” She pointed over at the road, where a limousine was conveniently coming down the road. The girls all screeched wildly and raced towards the car. Michelle and Jane grinned at each other, then ran towards the hotel doors.
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heeheee finally.
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Post by Icee on Mar 9, 2005 19:49:25 GMT -5
Woooohoooooo! This rocks so hard, and may I say...Jane..kicks total ass  |
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Post by Ashley on Mar 9, 2005 21:00:28 GMT -5
This story is so cute!
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Mar 9, 2005 23:11:41 GMT -5
Jane is so cool. She's my favortie Michelle has brought in hehe
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Post by me on Mar 10, 2005 10:16:18 GMT -5
Woooohoooooo! This rocks so hard, and may I say...Jane..kicks total ass Hahahaha, Jane is cool. |
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Post by Icee on Mar 10, 2005 20:52:19 GMT -5
*Whispers* Jane is based on me |
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Post by beatles_live_on on Mar 10, 2005 20:54:49 GMT -5
this is awsome!
write more soon!
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 10, 2005 21:47:29 GMT -5
*Whispers* Jane is based on me hahahaha taking the credit for being cool now eh icee. tsk tsk. |
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Post by Starkey. on Mar 11, 2005 6:36:19 GMT -5
Its great and I want George!!
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Post by me on Mar 12, 2005 5:34:20 GMT -5
*Whispers* Jane is based on me I know Sarah, i know.  |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 12, 2005 18:48:45 GMT -5
Back in the hotel room, George sunk down into a chair, thoroughly depressed. Ringo poked his head out of the bedroom he had been in. He grinned, “’Ey, Gee. Back so soon? No girls? I was jus’ ‘avin’ fun mentally disturbing all the girls on the stree’.” George sighed heavily, and looked up. “Whatev’a.” He muttered quietly. Ringo cocked an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, Gee?”
George ignored him and wandered into the living room, where Paul and Caron were still busy staring into each other’s eyes, completely engrossed in each other. George took one look at them and practically screamed. He was so disgusted with love right now, he didn’t know what to do. He plunked down in a chair facing the window, and stared down at the huge crowd of girls screaming for them. There had to be one in there for him. He spotted michelle wandering in amongst the crowd and averted his eyes quickly.
Michelle was completely out of reach, she was his buddy’s girlfriend now. Hopefully she could find some girl for him, although being single for the time being wasn’t such a bad thought. He turned back towards Paul and caron, who were quietly whispering in each other’s ears, now. He rolled his eyes. No, a girlfriend was what he needed, unless he wanted to go crazy.
“George? D’you wanna talk about somethin’? What ‘appened with michelle down there, buddy?” Ringo interrupted his thoughts abruptly. George turned around to see him looking concerned. “Nothin’, nothing you’d care about,” He said quickly. Ringo scratched his head. “Did you go make ou’ in a corner or somethin’?” He laughed, then stopped as he saw george wasn’t smiling. “What? What’d you do to her, george..?” He sat down in the chair next to him. “What’d you do?”
George snapped. “I didn’t do fuckin’ NOTHING, okay? Shut the hell up! You got the fuckin’ girl, no need to gloat!” Ringo sat, shocked at “the quiet one’s” abrupt shouting. Paul and Caron, surprised, stared up at him. George growled angrily and stormed off.
Ringo sat, bewildered. He couldn’t understand why george was being such an asshole. He turned to Paul and Caron, who were absorbed in one another again, and stared out the window, to see Michelle talking to some blonde. He suddenly figured it out. George must like michelle. And they probably kissed or something out there. “Fuck!” He shouted angrily. Why did george steal all the girls? Ritchie, the little one, never got anyone. And the one time a girl likes him, Geogre goes and steals her. Ringo stared down at the horde of girls, and sighed. He opened this window suddenly and stuck out his hand to wave. He stared at michelle. She grinned, seeing his hand, and looked away. He quickly shut the window again, and put his head in his hands. Jesus, he hated them all, sometimes.
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hope y' all like it...
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 13, 2005 9:14:31 GMT -5
Paul squeezed his arm tighter around Caron. Why were George and Ringo fighting all of a sudden? They kept looking over at the two of them and making pissed-off faces. He never liked to see his friends angry, but this was just ridiculous. They were fighting even more.
Caron looked up at him. “Have you written any songs lately?” she asked him. He frowned. “Not really, I guess.” She smiled. “Can I help you write one?”
Now this was new. He scratched his chin. Girls had never asked to write songs with him before. Sure, he had written songs for them, but not with them. It might be interesting. He nodded and smiled.
Caron jumped up from the sofa, excited all of a sudden. She ran over to the piano and began randomly plunking out notes. “Does this one sound good? How can we start it?” He came over and gently nudged her aside. “Move over. My turn.” She watched him plunk at notes, indignant. “You’re doing exactly what I was, silly!” She played a chord, then another one. “Hmm…what about this. Or this.” He hummed notes along with her as she played the chords. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“You know, this day was just in my dreams. It’s like I’m reliving a dream.” She murmured. He stroked her hair softly. She turned her head up to him. “Why do you like me?” She asked. “I’m just the same as the other girls, all fainty and that stuff. So why do you like me?” He shrugged. “Don’t know. I guess something just attracted me to you.” She smiled and closed her eyes. “Will you sing me something?” He grinned, and began singing softly.
I give her all my love
That’s all I do
And If you saw my love
You’d love her too
And I love her
She gives me ev’rything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her
He trailed off quietly, as he felt her falling asleep on his shoulder. He smiled, and quietly picked her up then carried her into the bedroom beside John.
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Post by me on Mar 13, 2005 11:17:47 GMT -5
 I'm so showing me emo right now.... Olivia, don't ever, ever, EVER say you're writing sucks!  This is great.  I mean...the fight, Paul and Caron writing songs together....Oh this made me cry. Not because it's so sad, but because I like it so much! ;D Please write more, you gotto do that!
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I'm so showing me emo right now....
I mean...the fight, Paul and Caron writing songs together....Oh this made me cry. Not because it's so sad, but because I like it so much! ;D