Oh man, i haven't posted in a while...
john goofy
hippiechic1967
sorry! but how about:

John's P.O.V.
  December
     Winters were always cold, but especially in England. This winter, the guys and I decided to set up our tree. This was our first year in the flat, and we wanted it to look very 'holiday', so to say. 

somthing new
Pete
hippiechic1967
  John's P.O.V
    it was friday night, real late, and i decided i wanted to do somthing. but what? i wasn't in the mood to go down to the clubs and flirt about, so, i left the house, and wandered on down to the record shop. there, i surfed the new albums, mamas and papas, lovin' spoonful, herman's hermits, oh, the kinks. they're a pretty decient group, 'you really got me' has got some good lyrics. taking the newest kinks album, i brought it up to the register and purchased it, it had in bright blue letters (OOC: i'm making it up as i go along) BIC: that read 'including their newest hit 'all day and all of the night'!' hmm. i'll give it a go. 
    walking in, i set down my coat, and put the record on the gramaphone. listening to it, i said to paul, sitting in a recliner, "i really like ray daives' work, he'd be a pretty interesting guy to talk to." he looked at me and said "...

in the car, with the radio blastin', goin' as fast as i can now, havin' fun fun fun
Pete
hippiechic1967
i said "haha macca. very cute." and switched the dial to another station, there, 'house of the rising sun' by the animals, was on. "there. i like this tune." sometimes this one irked paul. but only sometimes. odd with him, he hates it, but loves it to no end.....i sang along to annoy him. eric burdon's fun to immitate. haha. as i sang, paul shouted at me "....

in the bookstore.....
Pete
hippiechic1967
it pained me to see george cry. i said "george, now, you're gonna eat." i sat him up, then i said "listen. i'm gonna go down to the booksotre, remember mr. laurence?  well, he owns the place, i've know him quite a while. he just got some new survelience camera put in. i'm gonna go get him. this is his shift i think. night shift." i patted his back, and ran out the door. i grabbed my coat, and said "audious! i'll be back." ringo asked "wjhere're you off to now?" "out. i'll be back in a few." and with that, i left. a sjhort ride down to the bookstore, i burst in and said "mr . laurence? i have a question." "yes, and that'd be?" "well, you know, anna, well, george's sayin' she smacked him in the head with a book. now, i belive him, but to only some degree, since i've know anna for a long time. i wanted to know, could you please, let me see the surveilence camera tape from today?" "well, johhny, " it took him a minute before he said "okay." floowing him to the back, he said "......

George gets a stalker (wow, soooo original XD)
Noodle happy
xxbeatlebugxx
[Random Topic Alert!]

I walked the streets of Liverpool, England, looking for a nice place to eat. Dunno where the others were, I was just tryin' to get things done. I walked in a bookstore/coffee shop. I love those! Anyway, I looked around at some novels that I was just oh, so dying to look through. Hmmm...perhaps John should've come along. We have this thing about Obsessive booking, and blah blah blah. There was a women that piped up, "Care for some coffee, sir?" Um...never been called "sir" before...but ok...."Sure, I gues." She smiled. I walked over. "Hey, I won't bite." She replied to my awkward walking. I nodded, and waited. "On the house." She said. I shook me head and said, "No. You lose business that way." I mumbled the price number and flipped through my wallet. $3.50. "Here." I said as I handed her the cash. I grabbed a book that looked interesting, and asked, "Do you carry these in paperback?" She nodded. "Right over here. Follow me." I did. Then, I blacked out. 'Why?', you may ask. Answer: I was hit in the head with a book....On purpose. I awoke back home. The guys were hovering over me. I groaned and felt my head. It was a tad numbing, like when you first wake up to pain. I had ice on it. They...

Birthday/Drummer Boy
Noodle happy
xxbeatlebugxx
I awoke, and realized something as I looked at the calender: It was July 7th. It was Ringo's birthday! I looked at the clock, praying that I didn't sleep in late today...darn! It's 1:42 P.M. I thought for a minute, clearing my mind. Ringo startled me, as he was making coffee. He had just woke up too. "Hey man." I piped up. "Ye still in yer boxers, Macca." He stated blandly. Everyone called me 'Macca' since John had come up with it, because my last name sounds hilarious in a British accent, or something along those lines. Ringo had dark bags under his eyes, and he forgot to use his special birthday mug George had gotten him last year. His mug was just a plain green one. I thought that one had a crack in it. Something was wrong, I could tell. George was up, and he Noticed Ringo's mug, too. I didn't want the fella to break down because someone didn't acknowledge his gift that he made. Yup people, George made that mug. He made it in some art shop 101 class at the institution of art and skill, that we just so happened to randomly drop by. George loves art and so does John. I fancy it, but not like those two. They could blab for hours on how Vincent Vangough shaded the night sky and used various shades of yellow for the stars. Ringo looked upset, and soon George began to notice. Smart kid. Ringo went in the livingroom to sip his coffee. George quickly pulled me into the hall, right where all our rooms were. We stopped in his room. "What is it, Georgie? You almost broke me arm off!" George put his index finger to his lips and quietly whispered, "We've got to get him a present. He's upset, because nobody has noticed his big day. Don't say a word, I won't, and you make sure John doesn't. I want this to work. Come on let's go on and get ready to go." I nodded. He gave me an odd look, "And don't go on parading in yer underwear, mate." I nodded and left for my room. I put of a black turtleneck sweater, mac, black slacks, and black shiny dress shoes. I looked suave. If Elvis or Buddy Holly were to see me, they would be proud. I looked up at the sky. I looked at the calender. I was ready. George and I nearly bumped into eachother halfway in the hall. "You!" I pointed at him, we chuckled. "Come. Now. We must leave. Our chariot awaits." I dramatized. "Get off ye nit." George joked. Then he grew serious. "We need to wake Johnny!" He said smiling and laughing. George and I banged on John's door and in unison said, "Johnny wake up! John! Up! Rise and shine! Come on! Up! Now!" We stopped when John opened the door with a grim expression. George- Uh Me- Oh.

jane.....well.
Pete
hippiechic1967

"well jane, i...." i wandered off. well, jane was nice looking, but i knew if i made any moves, paul would get testy with me....so, "hows about you call me sometime later.....i'm gonna go for a dip." and i ran off into the water. god, it was freezing! i swam over to the sand bar and floated over there, i looked up a few minutes later, and she was talking with paul, but i could tell he was blowing her off mostly, and she wasn't trying to hard on him now....it's like she stalks him. i know they were a thing, but come off it. she was sun-tanning on my towel. great. just great. now i'm not gonna dry off anytime soon.....i walked back up to shore and sat in the sand at the foot of paul's towel. he motioned for me to move over and he wispered in my ear "...


slippin' out
Pete
hippiechic1967


rawr! but no, ah, just gotta shut up.....but, an introduction never hurt anybody..."hullo there. and your name is....?" "linda." she said softly. "nice to meet you, miss linda." but before i could say anything else, paul left me alone agian, taking her with him. well, i was alone now for the evening. reading for a few more minutes, i decided i needed to do somthing! i got up, put my book away, and then decided i'd go out. i fixed my shirt, then slipped on some shoes and went out of my room. as i brushed past the two love-birds, at our kitchen table, i said "goin' out." and left, before anybody could ask me where or why. crap, forgot the keys....i ran back inside and grabbed 'em off the hook. "takin' the car." then i finally left. pulling out on the street in the car, i pondered on the thought of where to go....'ow's about for a bite to eat. meh. that'd have to work for now. pulling uinto the closest resturaunt, i ate in there. i got alot of odd stares, and a few strange people walk near me, but hay, that's what you get for a beatle. 

helping paulie.
john goofy
hippiechic1967

Paul, askin' me, to help him? Me, John? "But I thought you were the one gettin' all the gals now,
Mccartney." Hahaha. This should be interestin'. "Well, you could bring her in, and be a gentleman, meaning, don't be yourself. you'll just screw it up...Why not ask someone else, like Rog or someone....He'd know how to work on the ladies. But all i've got is: Smell nice and Cook good. Oh, and have a mouth of words. Nod and smile if she speaks. They like that." Getting out of my current seat in the living room, I went to me bed. Picked up my book, and read. But I could hear pounding on my door, making anything currently on it lay on the floor. then I heard a voice, it was......

A washed-up start
Noodle happy
xxbeatlebugxx
I got a small job in 1964. Even If I was Paul McCartney of The Beatles, I still needed a small job. I wanted to work more with people. I know it's strange, that ya know, 'hey, I'm a famous Beatle and all' but I wanted to try a normal job, like everyone else for just a day. I chose to work at a cafe'. I worked the cash-register, like any first-timer. I got a lot of praise from coffee-hungry fans. I signed a few autographs along the way, and also went over orders for an extra while. When they say 'covered and smuthered' I don't necessarilly take that as a good thing. "Hi, and welcome to 'The Coffeehouse Rock'. May I take your order?" I ask a very pretty young woman, about the same age as me. I try not to blush, when she opens her mouth to speak. "Hi. I would like just a 'regular joe' frappucino, pelase." I nod. "That'll be $2.16. And, um, I could get you a honeybun on the house for you, honeybun" I asked with flirty smile. She giggled, her sparkly green eyes glittering. She had blond hair and freckles. She was amazing. "I would like that. Oh my gosh. Your...your Paul. Uh-of the Beatles, aren't you? And your hitting on me? I am so lucky to get a compliment from you." She smiled. "I'm not hitting on you. I'm asking you to dinner. Tonight. At my place for Italian? I could order room-service...?" She smiled more. "I would like that even more." I smiled. "I'll pay for you." And with that I waved her away and she was gone. I sighed. I like her. I looked on the cash-register, and her number was there. I looked around. No witnesses. I copied it. Her name...was Linda.

I went home to the guys. Wow, that sounded gay. Anyway. I went home. I sat in the livingroom and picked up the phone. Should I? Oh, do it. No. Should I? Oh, god. Now I'm just procrastinating and rambling, and oh, whatnot. John walks in. "Hey John. Ya know..I um...need some advice. Love advice." John busted out in laughter. I eyed him. "If it wasn't for me, Cynthia would never be yours. She was a friend of Jane, you know." Hesighed and said,.......

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