I've Just Seen A Face Part 40 Tears come falling out of my eyes instantly. Paul takes his hands off the girl and gets up off the barstool, but it's too late. I'm already running down the street, crying my eyes out. I panic, hardly knowing where I'm at but just keep running away from the nightmare. My own husband cheating on me.I've Just Seen A Face Part 40 by vampire8462
Rain starts falling and lightning lights the sky up. I found a bench and sit down. Still crying my eyes out, I hear my name yelled out far away. It doesn't matter anymore. I must not matter to Paul. I was so quickly thrown away. People passing by me start to stare, but I pay no mind. All I can think about is Paul. And that stab of pain hitting me as I realized he was kissing that girl. I get up and start walking around in the rain as tears continue falling. Cynthia's car comes by to pick me up and she takes me back to her house.
I cry myself to sleep that night and don't wake up till the next morning.
John's Point of View
I've Just Seen A Face Part 39 We rush to the hospital with the kids being watched by Freda and Shelby and George's baby boy arrives soon after. He is named George Jr. after his father, with his full name being George James Harrison.I've Just Seen A Face Part 39 by vampire8462
He is the cutest thing. We all arrive in the hospital room, George, Paul, and I, as Shelby holds the baby in her arms. Shelby gently gives George the baby to hold for the first time.
"Hi, little guy. Well, I'm you're father and that pretty bird over there is your mummy. Exciting right? I hope you'll like us, I mean, we're new to this. I hope you like the guitar because I play it a lot. I'm in a group and who's going to be a little rocker like their daddy?" George says to George Jr. with a big smile across his face.
I stay over at Shelby and George's the first few nights and help them on things with the baby. They'll be great parents, so they really don't have anything to worry about.
I receive news that my
I've Just Seen A Face Part 38"Sure as 'ell your not!" Paul says to mum.I've Just Seen A Face Part 38 by vampire8462
"Don't make me kill you, too, boy." Mum says, positioning the gun up to Paul's head.
"Mum, please! You don't know what you're doing!" I shout in panic.
"I think I do, sweetie." She says sassily.
"Mum please!" My eyes fill with tears and I start crying uncontrollably. She keeps the gun positioned up to Paul's head and puts her hand on the trigger. I start screaming and am just about to tackle her as she lowers the gun from Paul's head. I know I'm shaking from fear as I throw myself into Paul's arms.
"Don't go crying back to your lover boy." She says, the gun still in her hand but not put up to anyone's head.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I just am!" She shouts. My grip gets tighter on Paul.
"Mum, you used to be very caring and loving, but after Margaret was born-" She interrupts me.
"Margaret really isn't your sister." She says.
"What?!" I ask, thinking that she's got to be lying.
Across The UniverseAcross The Universe by rosetylah
John sighs into the microphone, sitting on a stool with his guitar. He looks around the studio to glance at George, snacking away on something nervously. John decides not to wonder what is stressing the young guitarist, and looks at Ringo instead. Ringo is fiddling with his rings, and switches to beat on his snare drum once or twice before going back to fiddling. Paul walks in front of John's view, almost sassily, which kind of makes John want to laugh. But he doesn't. No one laughs in this studio anymore. He turns behind him and smiles wearily at his loving girlfriend, Yoko, before turning back around. "Across the Universe, take one." he mumbles into the mic, once everyone has gone back to their instruments. John plays the opening notes and goes into the chords. Memories flow back into his mind as soon as it starts.
'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe'
"John, we're doing it my way!" Paul yelled,
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"God, that Chinese food was great!" John cried as he rubbed his stomach, just finishing his dinner.
The other three Beatles grinned and nodded, George burping and muttering, "'Scuse me." Ringo laughed as he pulled out four fortune cookies from the takeout bag.
John swiped his right out of the drummer's hand, and didn't bother removing the piece of paper that held his fortune while he stuffed it in his mouth. Paul sighed and leaned over to John, prying his lips open and pulling the fortune out. He hastily wiped the paper on his sweatervest, not wanting John germs.
"Don't mix business with pleasure," Paul read before John could take his fortune out and try to read it without his glasses.
He smirked, "Well there goes our pre-concert fucks, Macca."
George giggled and grabbed his next, cracking the cookie open and reading his fortune.
"Sheet phwep?" He stared at the slip of paper, not understanding what the hell that meant. He turned it over, trying to decipher the words, but the other side
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"P-Paul?" George poked the heavily sleeping figure in the side, and got only a
muffled "Hmm?" in return.
"PAWLIE!" the younger man shoved Paul violently enough
for him to almost fall out of the bed. Almost.
The bassist regained his balance before he tumbled over the side, and glared at George. "What do ye want? It's like 6 in the morning!" he asked, adding a yawn afterward for effect.
George put his puppy dog face on, and replied, "I can't find my camera! Have ye
seen it?" Paul groaned.
That's what he woke Paul up for? His camera?
"Ye got money, go buy yerself a new one." Paul stated bluntly, before turning over
and pulling the covers above his head once more.
George sighed when he heard the gentle snores come out of the bassist, and moved back to his own bed.
Paul didn't understand! This wasn't just any camera.
"No Georgie, it's not time for funny faces. Stand closer to Peter, he won't bite." George's
Your lossJohn was shaking. This was his first day at a new job being an assistant marketing director for children's toys. The young man, twenty-two at the most, walked quietly down the hallway to the meeting room, his shoes making the only noise.Your loss by rosetylah
He opened the door, and was greeted warmly by a man who he assumed to be his boss. "Welcome to the semi-annual sum-up meeting, I am Mr. Harrison. Please take your seat at that end beside Richard." He pointed to a short man who nodded, and John went to sit down beside him.
"Now, I have an idea for a grand new toy that all of the little boys will adore, and we will greatly profit from!" the boss exclaimed, and took what looked like a Transformer toy out from underneath the table.
"We'll call them Carbots, because they transform from cars into robots!" John glared at the ripped-off toy angrily.
"Ah, yes. So you did look at the surveys I conducted from the nine year old boys, I assume sir?" Richard asked proudly.
"Yes, I did, good job!" Mr. Harrison smiled
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