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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Feb 11, 2005 19:45:38 GMT -5
thats rocks!
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Feb 11, 2005 22:28:04 GMT -5
WE KILLKIED JOHHNNYKSJFASHFALB XDXDXDXD killkied? hahaha. we really did, didn't we, crow? Go us. *high-five* |
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Post by me on Feb 12, 2005 17:37:36 GMT -5
Oh Liv, I wish i could have rad this yesterday. I was looking forward to turning on my computer and checking LIB the whole day. i did and I've read your story.....it\s wonderful! I didn't expect this to happen and it's so funny. I can really imagine the boys being all scared. Haha  |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Feb 12, 2005 23:11:12 GMT -5
More, cause I'm bored: They all settled into the living room, with the boys laughing nervously, and the girls giggling to each other. Over the space of that one eventful afternoon, they had become close friends, laughing together like they had know each other forever. They all flopped onto the couch with cokes, and John said to the other boys, “So, boys, did you like it?” Paul rolled his eyes and said, “ Can’t say I liked it, but-” John chuckled and slid his arm around Aurora’s, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He grinned and said, “So what would you girls like t’do all afternoon? We’ve got board games, and oh, let’s see! We have the radio, too, radios with earphones!” The girls giggled and looked at each other. “Wait!” Michelle frowned and said, “Don’t you guys have, like, discmans or anything?” They all frowned at each other. George raised an eyebrow at Ringo and he shrugged. George dismissed her odd comment. “Anyway, if you’d like to do somethin’ jus’ say th’ word, girls.” They all sat there for a moment, and suddenly Paul perked up. “Say, Michelle, I heard you singin’ earlier, why don’t y’sing fer us? We could play paino, and things!” Michelle blushed. “What do you mean? I can’t sing. I dunno what you’re talking about..” Paul shook his head. “No, you know that song you were singing earlier, about the girl and your father named yeh after it? You said we’d wrote it, or somethin’.” Shen smiled faintly and said, “Oh no, I can’t sing. You guys can, I’ll leave that to you.” Paul snorted. “Comeon, michelle, sing fer us!” Ringo echoed, “Go’wan, sing!” The other boys said, “Yeh, sing!” Aurora smiled at her and winked. “Well, go on, Michelle, you’re our only entertainment!” She laughed and said, “Alright, I guess I’ll sing the song I was earlier.” She laughed and began quietly, with the boys and Aurora all watching her. “Michelle, ma belle. These are words that go together well, My michelle. Michelle, ma belle. Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, Tres bien ensemble. I love you, I love you, I love you. That’s all I want to say. Until I find a way I will say the only words I know that You’ll understand.” She paused and smiled hesitantly. “What-what do you think?” They all stared, riveted. Paul said, “Did yeh make those lyrics up y’self? They’re beautiful!” Michelle laughed, and said, “I told you, you made them up! I’m serious…” She trailed off, the other four people in the room making various expressions of surprise and distrust. Ringo said, “Well, is that it? It’s a very beautiful song, y’know.” She laughed and said, “Okay then. I need you, I need you, I need you. I need to make you see, Oh, what you mean to me. Until I do I’m hoping you will Know what I mean. I love you. I want you, I want you, I want you. I think you know by now I’ll get to you somehow. Until I do I’m telling you so You’ll understand. I will say the only words I know that You’ll understand, my michelle.” They all clapped, and john leaned forward and put his head on his hand. “Will yeh write those down for me, michelle? If you don’t mind, of course, we could maybe, do a cover?” Michelle shook her head and was about to tell them, once again, that they had written it, but she looked up into John’s eyes, and said, “Yes, I should, shouldn’t I. You four would sound…just great singing it.” Paul grinned and said, “Really? I guess we…we might, mightn’t we?” Aurora grinned, having not said anything for a long time, and whispered something into John’s ear. He smiled cheekily and whispered something back. They both laughed and John said, “Rory, let’s go.” He led her into their bedroom, with Paul rolling his eyes all over the place. Ringo chuckled and shook his head. “John always has ‘is way with th’girls, no matta what.” Michelle frowned, and shook her head. “I still think she’s pretty bullheaded, she won’t let him do what she doesn’t want.” George interuppted with, “You don’t know ‘im like we do. No, y’don’t.” She shook her head and placed it on her hands. “No. No, it’s not going to happen.” She turned to Ringo. “It can’t!” He grabbed her hands. “Michelle, calm down. She’ll be fine, I’m sure.” -------- Okay, if it's boring, I'm sorry.  |
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Feb 13, 2005 0:32:49 GMT -5
It's not boring! It's great  |
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Post by me on Feb 13, 2005 5:36:55 GMT -5
Oh I love it!
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Post by CrowDish on Feb 13, 2005 14:54:03 GMT -5
Love it! Wonder what happens with Rory now XDXD "Rolling his eyes all over the place" I like that.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Feb 13, 2005 16:12:25 GMT -5
Michelle looked up into his big trusting brown eyes. She nodded unhappily. “Alright, then. I guess we’ll..umm..let them do their thing.” Suddenly the phone rang. George grabbed it and his smile sank. “Alright, Brian, we’ll do it, I guess.” He put it down slowly. The other three looked at him expectantly. “Well? What?” persisted Ringo. George sighed and said, “Me and Rings have to go help Brian-” He looked at Michelle, “Mr. Epstein, he says we need to go do some interviews. Please, Ringo, we got t’go now.” Ringo looked over at Michelle. “Shit,” He muttered. “I guess we better go, then. Or Brian’ll be furious.” George grabbed his coat, and looking annoyed, he left with Ringo. Michelle sighed. She looked up at Paul. “So, what should we do. I guess there isn’t much to do.” Paul looked earnestly up at her. “Erm. Michelle. I s’pose I’ll get right t’the point. Y’see, Rory worked out for John just fine.” He gestured towards the bedroom door. “So…d’yeh think you could pick out a girl for me? I mean….it doesn’t matter.” She lowered an eyebrow. Without a word, she walked over to the window. She scanned the crowd of girls standing below the window, Paul standing anxiously behind her. She saw plenty of girls, and they were all screaming. She shook her head and turned towards him, but out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a girl crossing the street. She turned back to the window and watched the girl. She looked about 22 or 23, with long blonde hair. She crossed over the street, and stood at the corner, then looked up at the window where Michelle was standing, with a look of pure agony, like she wanted something so badly, that she would never have. She slowly shook her head, and crossed the second street. Michelle stared at her for a second, and dashed out the door. She raced down the stairs, and cut her way through the crowd. She finally reached the girl, puffing loudly, and tapped her shoulder. She turned quickly, and Michelle saw her striking blue eyes. “What?” She said. Michelle grinned and said, “Um, hi. Do you like the beatles?” The girl frowned briefly, but Michelle saw something melt in her eyes. “I guess so, why?” She laughed and said, “Let me guess. Do you like Paul best?” The girl smiled with the same look of agony Michelle had seen earlier, and said, "Yes." Michelle smiled and said, “Well, you’re in for a surprise.” She grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the apartment building. “Wh-what? Where are you taking me? I have to go somewhere!” Michelle laughed and said, "put everything aside, girl. You have no time for that right now.”
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Okalee! Will post s’more later.
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Post by Ashley on Feb 13, 2005 18:16:24 GMT -5
It's so good, I can't wait for mooooore
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Post by me on Feb 14, 2005 4:04:25 GMT -5
Yay!!!! Everytime there's more to this story, it makes me so happy.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Feb 17, 2005 21:39:22 GMT -5
The girl stopped abruptly and said, “I need to know. I can’t go anywhere useless. I don’t even know you.” Michelle rolled her eyes, and said, “What’s your name?” The girl put her hands on her hips. “What is going on here? Tell me, or I won’t go a step further. Why’d ypu ask me about Paul, and all that?” Michelle laughed and said, “Well, what would you say if I said you could meet paul mccartney of the beatles if you come with me?” The girl giggled slightly hysterically and said, “You’re kidding, right?” Michelle shook her head soundlessly and smiled. The girl gasped. “This has been- has- it’s been my dream- please- don’t lie to me, please. It’s not a funny joke.” Michelle shook her head. “It’s not a joke, I swear. Come with me, and see. Tell me your name, first.” The girl said quietly, “Caron.” Michelle said, “Okay. Come with me.” She ran into the hotel with Caron, and raced up the stairs. Michelle burst open the door of they boys’ room. Paul was sitting on the couch of the room, looking a little worried. He glanced over as they burst in, then grinned widely to Caron. Her eyes widened, and she collapsed on the floor.
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Whee! More later. Sorry it was short. But meh.
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Post by beatles_live_on on Feb 17, 2005 22:08:37 GMT -5
yay! i'm finally reading your story!
and i love it!
keep writing!
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Post by me on Feb 18, 2005 8:30:31 GMT -5
Liv, I like it a lot  |
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Post by Starkey. on Feb 19, 2005 3:31:27 GMT -5
Dont stop there...I need to see how Paul and his new love turn out!!!!
You know until i came on this forum, I never liked lovey dovey stories. They were embarassing to read.
I changed my mind...
PAUL IS SO CUTE IN THESE STORIES!!!
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Post by me on Feb 19, 2005 5:31:16 GMT -5
Paul is so cute everywhere
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