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George gets a stalker (wow, soooo original XD)
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xxbeatlebugxx wrote in xxbeatle_bugxx
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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...

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OOC: Oh, koolio.
BIC: I piped up, "Did you come in here to state the obvious, otherwise you best be going, Lennon." I said in a harsh tone and turned to face the wall, and hopefully rest, without people misunderstanding me. AGAIN. I sat there waiting for him to go away. I stayed like I was. I groaned quietly in pain, trying to make sure he couldn't hear. He...

...gave him eyes he could hopefuilly feel gouing through his noggin. george, listen, what do you want me to do? get her arrested? run tests?" he....

I glared at him, and said, "You guys and "anna" can hang out and be super happy without me." I layed my guitar down and plopped on my bed. I sighed, and was secretly writhing in deep pain, plus John coming in here just made things worse. If he was just going to rub it in that they were all good friends from the past when she tried to kill me, I think that would make my day bloody crazy. (No pun intended.) John...

"okay. be in a huff. i'm fine with that." i flailed my arms out and walked away. i made some supper, with the help from paul and ringo, of corse. and we ate. feeling bad a bit for george, iwalked a plate up to his room. i sat at the foot of his bed, and said "here's some upper. now tell me. what did i do?" the stuff on the plate was...

It was fried chicken (random). I stared at him blankly. "Do I have to tell you?" I felt I was bein just a little unfair to John, but he could've lost a guitarist...nevermind, they would've gotten someone else. I sighed and said, "I could've died because of yer "friend". You trust her!!!" Tears welling up in my eyes, I turned away, and said, "you don't have to feed me, I can just sleep until I'm dead. You can eat it if you want." I layed there on the floor, and cried, which was so unlike me, but I'm sensitive, and they know it. I've never cried in front of any of them...especially not John.

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