Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 18, 2005 21:15:52 GMT -5
Hi. here it is. Bad, but...well, It'll do.
Jill was awoken by her mother shaking her. She groaned as her mother, hands on hips, handed her the phone.
“It’s Violet, and it sounds important.”
Jill yawned and took it from her, moaning, “What?” into the phone. She was abruptly interrupted by a high-pitched squeal, presumably coming from Violet. More awake this time, she queried her again: “What’s going on?” Violet, breathless and excited-sounding, panted a little before she answered, unable to contain the excitement in her voice.
“The Beatles are recording some videos in the gardens of Chiswick house and my mom says we can go and watch!” Immediately Jill woke up fully. “Oh my goodness! This is..amazing!” She squeaked. The two of them breathlessly made plans to meet outside of Violet’s house in twenty minutes, and Jill hung up, buzzing with excitement. She bounced around as she got dressed, quickly but carefully putting on her most impressive Beatle gear, and racing downstairs to her suprised mother.
“The Beatles are recording some video in Chiswick house and please please can I go? This is the most important thing ever to me. I’ll die if I can’t go!” She pleaded to her mother, Lucy, in a breathless voice. Lucy, shocked, blinked twice and stared at her for a second. She sighed deeply, and said, “Okay.” Jill squealed and raced out the door, Lucy shoving an apple into her hand.
Jill and Violet were both fifteen, best friends since elementary school, but very different looks wise. Jill was strikingly fair, hair so blonde it was almost white, with sparkling blue eyes, whereas Violet was black-haired and dark, with olive skin. When they went out together they always got stares, both stunning and unique in their own ways. They had both adored the Beatles since 1963, when they were twelve. Jill loved George, and Violet loved John, but they both agreed that they were all lovely.
Jill met Violet outside her house, both of them frantically shaking with excitement, and the two of them set off down the street, towards Chiswick Park, which was quite nearby, both living in London. They walked around the Abbey road studios often, hoping to catch any of the boys coming out, but only once did they see John, and he was so surrounded by kids they couldn’t catch up to him.
He did acknowledge them, though. When he got into his car, he looked behind him, and stared at the two girls for a minute, and Violet, the braver one, waved. He smiled and drove away, with them standing dumbfounded on the street. They discussed it for hours afterwards and decided he would recognize them if he saw them again.
Two minutes later they had arrived at the park, and stopped dead. There were at least fifty children surrounding the fence outside the park, and a bunch of police officers were also surrounding the gate.
“Damnit,” muttered Jill, angry. “I guess we should go, then. Come later at night or something.” She said to Violet quietly.
“No, no! We can’t leave!” said Violet. “If we leave, we miss the chance. Plus, we decided, John will recognize us. We decided, remember? We need this, Jill.” She grabbed her shoulders. “Come on, let’s stay just for a bit. Please?” Jill gave her a hesitant smile and nodded slowly.
They walked up to the small crowd and pushed their way through the crowd, ignoring the loud protests from some of the kids in the crowd, and grabbed the bars, peering through them.
George was quietly smoking a cigarette, as Ringo and Paul laughed about something together. John sat moodily, his head on his fist, staring at some far away point. Violet grabbed Jill’s hand, and the two of them squeezed each other’s hands, so close to the loves of their lives, but yet so far away.
Suddenly someone stood up, and Jill recognized it as Mal Evans, a roadie. He went over to Paul and murmured something to him, causing Paul to stand up and gesture to the others to grab their guitars and amble around, tuning and chatting amongst themselves. John turned towards the two girls, and stopped, peering at them near-sightedly before tipping his head to one side and smiling. They grinned hysterically at each other, and Violet waved, tears of excitement dripping down her face. He grinned, and turned away from them, strumming at his guitar absentmindedly.
He turned to Paul and pointed back at them, talking to him quietly. As Paul looked back Jill felt a tingle go down her spine and he smiled at her, his big brown eyes shimmering as he glanced at her. Violet looked over at her, a questioning look on her face, as Paul continued to stare at her. He finally tore his gaze away, with Jill’s face bright red, and Violet laughing at her.
“I thought you liked George, Jill.” She giggled. Jill nodded, confused, and looked back over at them. They had begun playing, and Paul and turned around so he could watch them. He winked at them and Violet grabbed Jill’s hand and squeezed so hard she felt the blood rush out of it. She pressed her lips together and squeaked noiselessly.
A half and hour later, The boys stopped again, and Jill and Violet were about to die from the heat, and the sheer exhaustion of their idols standing less than 100 feet away, plus the factor that Paul and John kept turning around and grinning at them. Much to Jill’s dismay, George was completely ignoring them both, as was Ringo. Violet whispered to her friend,
“I guess all that money we spend on makeup paid off, eh?” and winked. Jill laughed. She turned her face back to look at the boys playing, and gasped. Only two inches away from her was Paul McCartney, tangible and real. She gasped again. He smiled at her, laughing.
“’Allo, there. What’s your name?” Her eyes widened and her breath quickened drastically. She giggled faintly and promptly fell over. He started, then glanced over at Violet, who was looking back and forth between the two of them, obviously confused.
Paul shouted, “Well do something!” Violet Jumped and kneeled beside her, Paul peering over her. Her eyes firmly shut, she whispered to Violet, “Please, is this a dream?” Violet grinned with relief. “Nope, you’re not dreaming. Now get up and go talk to Paul.” Jill’s face twisted unhappily, and she whispered even quieter, “Just..Vi…I don’t really…like Paul. I mean, he is a Beatle, but haven’t you heard what they do to their fans?” Violet sighed and got up. She grabbed Jill’s arm and dragged her up, Paul still watching curiously. She smiled weakly to him as Violet whispered harshly, “Be nice, dammit.” She waved weakly and he grinned at her and winked.
“Paul? Pauuull!” A voice came from behind. Paul turned and frowned. “Shit, girls, I got to go. Wait here, okay?” With that he smiled at Jill and rushed off. Jill turned to her friend and burst into frantic tears. “Vi, Vi, Oh my goodness, this is too much..” Violet hugged her. “I know,” she murmured almost hysterically.
Half an hour later, they were pacified, the two sitting on the ground, having talked it out. They would stay, to get autographs. After all, they weren’t going to do anything. The most those boys could do was, well, ask them home. Which obviously wasn’t going to happen. Suddenly Violet jumped up, her cheeks red. In front of her stood John Lennon, her childhood idol. A shudder ran through her body, and she bit her lip, determined to act mature in front of John
He grinned at her sudden excitedness, and said slowly, “’Allo. Who’re you, then?” She smiled, giggly, and said, “I’m-uh -Violet.” She looked down to hide her flaming face and grabbed Jill’s arm. “And this is Jill. We, um, love, you guys.” Jill’s eyes wided and she smiled in spite of herself. John giggled.
“I recognize you two,” He said, grabbing the bars of the fence and pressing his face up against them. “You were outside Abbey road that one time.” They nodded, smiling at him expectantly. “We knew you’d recognize us.” Murmured Violet bashfully. He laughed and said, “Well, we’re off for now. Do you two want to come and have tea with us, then?” Jill’s eyes widened and she gripped her hand so tightly so it turned white. Violet bit her nails and said, “…Okay.” Then turned her face up to John. “Yeah, sure. That’s great. We’d love to.”
Jill was awoken by her mother shaking her. She groaned as her mother, hands on hips, handed her the phone.
“It’s Violet, and it sounds important.”
Jill yawned and took it from her, moaning, “What?” into the phone. She was abruptly interrupted by a high-pitched squeal, presumably coming from Violet. More awake this time, she queried her again: “What’s going on?” Violet, breathless and excited-sounding, panted a little before she answered, unable to contain the excitement in her voice.
“The Beatles are recording some videos in the gardens of Chiswick house and my mom says we can go and watch!” Immediately Jill woke up fully. “Oh my goodness! This is..amazing!” She squeaked. The two of them breathlessly made plans to meet outside of Violet’s house in twenty minutes, and Jill hung up, buzzing with excitement. She bounced around as she got dressed, quickly but carefully putting on her most impressive Beatle gear, and racing downstairs to her suprised mother.
“The Beatles are recording some video in Chiswick house and please please can I go? This is the most important thing ever to me. I’ll die if I can’t go!” She pleaded to her mother, Lucy, in a breathless voice. Lucy, shocked, blinked twice and stared at her for a second. She sighed deeply, and said, “Okay.” Jill squealed and raced out the door, Lucy shoving an apple into her hand.
Jill and Violet were both fifteen, best friends since elementary school, but very different looks wise. Jill was strikingly fair, hair so blonde it was almost white, with sparkling blue eyes, whereas Violet was black-haired and dark, with olive skin. When they went out together they always got stares, both stunning and unique in their own ways. They had both adored the Beatles since 1963, when they were twelve. Jill loved George, and Violet loved John, but they both agreed that they were all lovely.
Jill met Violet outside her house, both of them frantically shaking with excitement, and the two of them set off down the street, towards Chiswick Park, which was quite nearby, both living in London. They walked around the Abbey road studios often, hoping to catch any of the boys coming out, but only once did they see John, and he was so surrounded by kids they couldn’t catch up to him.
He did acknowledge them, though. When he got into his car, he looked behind him, and stared at the two girls for a minute, and Violet, the braver one, waved. He smiled and drove away, with them standing dumbfounded on the street. They discussed it for hours afterwards and decided he would recognize them if he saw them again.
Two minutes later they had arrived at the park, and stopped dead. There were at least fifty children surrounding the fence outside the park, and a bunch of police officers were also surrounding the gate.
“Damnit,” muttered Jill, angry. “I guess we should go, then. Come later at night or something.” She said to Violet quietly.
“No, no! We can’t leave!” said Violet. “If we leave, we miss the chance. Plus, we decided, John will recognize us. We decided, remember? We need this, Jill.” She grabbed her shoulders. “Come on, let’s stay just for a bit. Please?” Jill gave her a hesitant smile and nodded slowly.
They walked up to the small crowd and pushed their way through the crowd, ignoring the loud protests from some of the kids in the crowd, and grabbed the bars, peering through them.
George was quietly smoking a cigarette, as Ringo and Paul laughed about something together. John sat moodily, his head on his fist, staring at some far away point. Violet grabbed Jill’s hand, and the two of them squeezed each other’s hands, so close to the loves of their lives, but yet so far away.
Suddenly someone stood up, and Jill recognized it as Mal Evans, a roadie. He went over to Paul and murmured something to him, causing Paul to stand up and gesture to the others to grab their guitars and amble around, tuning and chatting amongst themselves. John turned towards the two girls, and stopped, peering at them near-sightedly before tipping his head to one side and smiling. They grinned hysterically at each other, and Violet waved, tears of excitement dripping down her face. He grinned, and turned away from them, strumming at his guitar absentmindedly.
He turned to Paul and pointed back at them, talking to him quietly. As Paul looked back Jill felt a tingle go down her spine and he smiled at her, his big brown eyes shimmering as he glanced at her. Violet looked over at her, a questioning look on her face, as Paul continued to stare at her. He finally tore his gaze away, with Jill’s face bright red, and Violet laughing at her.
“I thought you liked George, Jill.” She giggled. Jill nodded, confused, and looked back over at them. They had begun playing, and Paul and turned around so he could watch them. He winked at them and Violet grabbed Jill’s hand and squeezed so hard she felt the blood rush out of it. She pressed her lips together and squeaked noiselessly.
A half and hour later, The boys stopped again, and Jill and Violet were about to die from the heat, and the sheer exhaustion of their idols standing less than 100 feet away, plus the factor that Paul and John kept turning around and grinning at them. Much to Jill’s dismay, George was completely ignoring them both, as was Ringo. Violet whispered to her friend,
“I guess all that money we spend on makeup paid off, eh?” and winked. Jill laughed. She turned her face back to look at the boys playing, and gasped. Only two inches away from her was Paul McCartney, tangible and real. She gasped again. He smiled at her, laughing.
“’Allo, there. What’s your name?” Her eyes widened and her breath quickened drastically. She giggled faintly and promptly fell over. He started, then glanced over at Violet, who was looking back and forth between the two of them, obviously confused.
Paul shouted, “Well do something!” Violet Jumped and kneeled beside her, Paul peering over her. Her eyes firmly shut, she whispered to Violet, “Please, is this a dream?” Violet grinned with relief. “Nope, you’re not dreaming. Now get up and go talk to Paul.” Jill’s face twisted unhappily, and she whispered even quieter, “Just..Vi…I don’t really…like Paul. I mean, he is a Beatle, but haven’t you heard what they do to their fans?” Violet sighed and got up. She grabbed Jill’s arm and dragged her up, Paul still watching curiously. She smiled weakly to him as Violet whispered harshly, “Be nice, dammit.” She waved weakly and he grinned at her and winked.
“Paul? Pauuull!” A voice came from behind. Paul turned and frowned. “Shit, girls, I got to go. Wait here, okay?” With that he smiled at Jill and rushed off. Jill turned to her friend and burst into frantic tears. “Vi, Vi, Oh my goodness, this is too much..” Violet hugged her. “I know,” she murmured almost hysterically.
Half an hour later, they were pacified, the two sitting on the ground, having talked it out. They would stay, to get autographs. After all, they weren’t going to do anything. The most those boys could do was, well, ask them home. Which obviously wasn’t going to happen. Suddenly Violet jumped up, her cheeks red. In front of her stood John Lennon, her childhood idol. A shudder ran through her body, and she bit her lip, determined to act mature in front of John
He grinned at her sudden excitedness, and said slowly, “’Allo. Who’re you, then?” She smiled, giggly, and said, “I’m-uh -Violet.” She looked down to hide her flaming face and grabbed Jill’s arm. “And this is Jill. We, um, love, you guys.” Jill’s eyes wided and she smiled in spite of herself. John giggled.
“I recognize you two,” He said, grabbing the bars of the fence and pressing his face up against them. “You were outside Abbey road that one time.” They nodded, smiling at him expectantly. “We knew you’d recognize us.” Murmured Violet bashfully. He laughed and said, “Well, we’re off for now. Do you two want to come and have tea with us, then?” Jill’s eyes widened and she gripped her hand so tightly so it turned white. Violet bit her nails and said, “…Okay.” Then turned her face up to John. “Yeah, sure. That’s great. We’d love to.”
