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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Mar 13, 2005 15:16:03 GMT -5
yeah... what she said  |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 14, 2005 13:52:03 GMT -5
(sorry for the makage fun of ringo's girl-less-ness. I know it's not true, it just fits with ze story.)
Back in the lobby of the hotel, Michelle and Jane walked up the stairs, Michelle tired out from running up and down all the time. “So, what’s he like?” asked Jane, keeping pace with Michelle. “Who? George? Oh. He’s, um, nice, I guess. We sort of don’t talk much.” She shrugged. “I dunno. You’ll see.”
The walked for several seconds in silence. “So are you, like, dating Ringo or something?” Jane broke the silence. “I guess,” Michelle said. “I mean, it’s not like official or anything, since we only met like, early morning today, but, I s’pose. We’re more dating than I am any of the others.” She grinned. Jane smiled back at her and bit her lip. “You think he’ll like me? Like, this is so damn unreal. Who’da thought?” Michelle giggled to herself. Wait til George and Jane met. Either they’d clash totally, or they’d completely fall in love. Like Paul and Caron. Man, that was handy. She rolled her eyes.
“Are we almost there?” Jane said, the excitement showing through in her voice. Michelle nodded and turned off at one of the hallways, only to hear yelling coming from the bedroom where the boys were. She frowned. “I wonder what’s happening?” She wondered out loud. She pressed her ear against the door with Jane watching curiously.
“What did you do to her, George? You know I never get girls, why are you taking her?” Michelle heard Ringo yell. “What the hell are you talking about? I would never steal your fuckin’ girlfriend, you asshole!” She heard George shout back. She stood back from the door, shocked. Why would they ever fight? It suddenly dawned on her. “They’re fighting about me!” she whispered. Jane looked surprised too. “I thought you said you and George didn’t…talk.” She said. “We-we don’t!” Michelle stuttered. She put her ear to the door again. “I don’t care what you do! I swear to god, George, I’m never fuckin’ talking to you again. You’re a big liar and a girl-stealer too!” Michelle heard stomping and a loud sigh, then silence.
The two girls made concerned faces at one another, and Michelle gently opened the door to see George sitting with his head in his hands in a chair. She gestured for Jane to come in, and whispered, “George!” He whipped around, saw Michelle and Jane, and muttered, “Oh.”
Ringo suddenly burst open one of the doors, and seeing the two girls standing there, said quietly, “Oh shit” and closed the door again. Michelle walked over to George. “What happened? Why are you fighting?” He stared at her angrily for a second, sighed and said, “Forget it.” She murmured, “Um..This is Jane. She’s really nice. You guys should talk.” George looked over at her, and Jane smiled hopefully at him. He sighed again. “I hate this.” He muttered softly.
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Post by me on Mar 14, 2005 14:08:09 GMT -5
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 14, 2005 18:48:10 GMT -5
Liv, i'm not saying this coz I like you so you're saying you don't like me?  -cries in the corner- heehee. just kidding. ;D |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 14, 2005 22:24:28 GMT -5
Jane looked down in disappointment. Michelle, shocked, stood up away from George, who was smiling bitterly at Jane. “You know what I think? I think this fight is ridiculous. And I think it’s time I learnt how to get home.” Ringo creaked open the door. “Michelle? Please don’t leave…” he stared at her with huge eyes. She closed her eyes briefly. How was she here? Why did this happen to her?
She opened her eyes again, surveying the scene. George was sitting in the chair, Jane nearby, looking unhappy, with Caron and paul sitting at the piano together. Ringo was standing at the door of one of the bedrooms, eyes tearing up, and John and Aurora had appeared in the door of one, John with a definite lipstick mark on his cheek. “What’s all the yelling?” John whispered quietly. Nobody responded. Time seemed frozen, with the eight of them stuck in this frame forever.
Michelle’s eyes closed gently. Slowly, slowly, she could feel herself swaying and falling, the freeze frame alive again. Voices shouted around her, then slowly petered out and faded away. The black of her vision swirled and blurred, dazing her. Her head pounded, then she felt absolute silence and peace. She slowly opened her eyes again, dazed.
All around her she saw the wood planks of her attic. She looked down and found a record in her hand. She sighed heavily. Was it a dream? She saw Ringo’s pleading eyes in her mind, and put the record back into the box beside her. She dug around slowly, and found another, “Rubber soul”. She flipped it, and scanned the names of the songs. Her eyes rested on a song named, “Michelle”. She smiled slowly, and read the small fine print at the bottom. “December third, 1965. For Michelle, wherever you are.” She drew it slowly out of its sleeve, and studied the grooves of the record. The song faintly came into her mind, sung in Paul’s tones. Her face flickered with a smile.
They didn’t forget her.
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tis done. it was good, people. I hope you all liked it and hope to see you next time I write summat. I might write a sequel. probably not.
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Post by me on Mar 15, 2005 16:05:51 GMT -5
Oh I hate it. The story is over and it was so good. But I love the way you ended it as well. I really like it and I DO hope you write some sort of a sequel!  |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Mar 15, 2005 16:08:40 GMT -5
Eppylogue..
Two weeks later Michelle came across a beatles website with beatle biographies. she scrolled down slowly, reading through slowly. she stopped sudden in John's: "John and his wife had an inside joke. When they first met in '64, Aurora, soon to be lennon, said she would bet John five pounds he wouldn't have sex with her. She lost her fiver when they married, and they had 2 children." Michelle grinned. So they stayed together.
Paul McCartney married Caron Smith in 1968, after four years of dating. Paul's read, but, apparently, They divorced soon after when Paul cheated on her. Michelle frowned. He did, however, write the song 'eight days a week' for her in the course of their marriage, and they remained in love truly until the end. Michelle smiled. Caron was so nice.
George's was a little different: George dated unsuccessfully from 1964 onwards until he met Olivia Arias in 1974, whom he married eventually. Michelle leaned on one hand happily. she was glad george got over...whatever it was.
She frowned suddenly. Wait, wasn't Jane supposed to date george? She scrolled down to Ringo's only to read: Ringo starr dated Jane Page after they met under strange circumstances in 1964. Apparently, George was supposed to date Jane, but the two of them never got along. Ringo and Jane are still married today. The two of them regularly frequent parties in the Hollywood area, despite their age and the fact that their kids are at the same parties.
Michelle laughed out loud. She felt bittersweet. She wished she had stayed in the past, but not. It wouldn't have been right. Maybe one day she would go back, and see them all. Maybe not.
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Post by wrestlingdog on Mar 15, 2005 16:09:25 GMT -5
I'm praying for a sequel too! Very fun!
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Post by me on Mar 15, 2005 16:13:13 GMT -5
Oh, now we definately need a sequel!!! Caron divorced Paul...  But he wrote * days a week. Liv, that made me cry...  |
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Post by Ashley on Mar 15, 2005 18:21:29 GMT -5
Oh wow, amazing!
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Post by ibrake4whales on Mar 28, 2005 12:14:08 GMT -5
is there gonna be a part two soon??? |
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Post by olivia on Mar 29, 2005 17:14:05 GMT -5
if I can get up off my ass and finish think for yyourself...maybe. also, since there was an epilogue, it's kinda pointless to have a sequel...
but maybe.
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Post by ibrake4whales on Mar 29, 2005 18:54:15 GMT -5
lol yes true but maybe it could be her daughter going back in time
or nevermind.. hehe im too silly!!!
but i really liked the first one!!
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But he wrote * days a week. Liv, that made me cry... 
