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in the bookstore.....
Pete
hippiechic1967 wrote in xxbeatle_bugxx
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 "......

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Mr. L's POV:
"Keep in mind that I haven't been using this in a while. Hmmm..." I focused on the screen. I gasped aloud. It sure looked like his friend was hit by her. I turn to John and asked, "Should I play it in slow motion?" No reply, only shock. So I did. And frame by frame. There it was. The proof he wanted. "Would you like me to make a police report? Or you want to get things straightened out, or what?"

George's POV:
I hated crying in front of people. I stopped, knowing I looked like a child, and that was the last thing I wanted to pass for. I got up, got dressed, and went out my window. I decided I'd go to a dark alley, where nobody would find me. I dressed in all black to disquise meself with the darkness of night. I put on a hat to hide me head and hair. I was out. As soon as I got there, I sat down on the ground and moped. Nobody would bother me here.

john's P.O.V.
oh my god, he was telling truth...god, now i feel like a total jerk to poor george. 'mr. l, could you file a police report?"...

ringo's P.O.V.
anna was very nice, but she was quet, somthing odd going on about her, but i don't know what. i haven't seen george for wa while, i shoul go see what he's up to...iwalked to his room, and he wasn't there! "paul! anna!".....

Mr. L's POV:
"Yes. I'll get right on it." I grabbed the phone and dialed 911. I got an answer and told them that famous Beatle George Harrison was harmed and by who and that I had video proof. They came to the store and proceeded to ask me and John questions.

Paul's POV:
"Ringo? Where did George go?" I noticed the window was open. I pointed to it. We gasped. "Where could he possibly be at this hour of the night? We need John now! Did he tell you where he went, Ringo?"

john's P.O.V.
well, this was weird, and now they ask me to see george! like i'm suppost to magicically conjour up a 5`11, long-haired, gee-tar pickin' beatle. "yea, sir. he's at our home, on his bed, alone...." the cop looked at me, then asked to follow me home. okay. i can dig.

ringo's P.O.V.
"no, well, yes, he said he was going o the uh, the uh, um....the bookstore! that's i!! the booksotre!!" we ran down out the front door, and we greeted by a cop-car, with john in it. crap....paul rushed to the cop's door, and exclaimed "....!!

Paul's POV:
"John! What happened? Where's George????!!!!!
George's POV:
I heard sirens. They were real loud. I hid more and more into the darkness.

"well, i went down to mr. l's to get some evidence she did that to george! and he's suppost to be with you!!"

Paul's POV:
I gasped. "His window was open! He musta' jumped out the window, feelin depressed or somethin." I thought for a minute, and then piped up, "But we found a trail. We don't know how long it is, or when it ends, but we made sure not to disturb it." I could tell this gave John ideas.

"maybe we should follow it...." that could work, but what if we get (a.) lost (b.) harmed or (c.) we should just leave it, and tell the cops, they are at the house....hm...

Paul's POV:
I sighed. "Let's tell the cops that we need to follow George, and then tell them to arrest Anna, who is in the.....wait! She's in George's room!!!"

john's p.o.v.
oh god....she's probably searchin' his roomn or somthin'..."paul, listen, you go find out what's with anna, and i'll go talk to the cops, okay?" he opened his mouth to say... "

"Ok, but what about George???"

john's P.O.V
"um....hows about we sned rings after him."
Ringo's P.O.V
i heard my name...ugh-oh...."what?"

"Go get George, and I'll get Anna to the police while John stalls them." I went to go get Anna. She was kicking left and right and trying to break free. I got her to the car and she was handcuffed by the police. I decided we needed George now.

George's POV:
Nobody cared. I thought having a band would be fun, and you could make many friends out of it, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe it wouldv'e been safer if I was a plumber's assistant after all.

Ringo's P.O.V
oh great. the great george search of '64. how fun. "okay paulie. but no garentees i'll come back with him." i grabbed my jacket, and left. oiff to see the george, the wonderful george of london.....
15 minutes later
i walked the empty streets, searching. as i looked, i saw a few people, but not many. mostly just wanderers. i walked down blcok after block, about 45 minutes passed, and i saw him! i ran up, and grabbed the shoulder, and said "george! we need you back at the--" he turned, oh, it wasn't george, the man said "get off me, you loony!" and ran off. george had to be around ghere somewhere.....

John's P.O.V
nice job, eh? i guess those years atalling teachers gave me some good. i pulled some of the most lengthy stunts i could think up. in the few moments i had while they contemplated what i gavce them...most of these guys were bozos, but once they were done, not questioning me, mainly just ogeling at the fact that they were dealing with a beatle, they left. i walked out to the bobby's car, i looked at ana, and said 'see ya later, A." and they drove off. but i knew, they'd be back for actual questioning.
i wonder how rings was doing...i walked back in the house, threw myself in my recliner, and asked paulie "so, you think george is alright?"

George's POV:
I saw Rings lookin for me, and thought 'oh great...' I walked right past him and he noticed me and said...

"geoprge!we've been lookin' for ya'! come back home! they're bobbies, that girl that smacked you, everybody! come on!" i grabbed his arm and began to ran, buit he protested, saying

"I know what you're trying to do: you're gonna tell me everythins okay when I know good and well it isn't, Ringo. Please don't lie to me." I stared down at me feet and stood there, waiting for his response.

"well, o-okay then george. goodbye." i turned awa from george, ans walked toward home. a few feet of walking, i asked "can we expect you home?" but i turned and he wasn't there. i hope he heard me.

I stood there and thought he was leaving me and almost cried again but he asked if I'd be home...I walked up with him. "Sorry." I said. "I'm just stressed. I'm also sorry about causing stress by leaving without a word. Forgive me?" I also hoped the others would. I bet he saw sadness in my eyes.

"i...i forgive you george." i embraced him in a man-hug, he was kinda freaked out, but it was necessary. i let go, and grabbed his arm. we walked home, and i opened the door, john was the first to greet us, and he said...
john's P.O.V
hay, there they--"george's back!!" paul came tearing over, and ecxlaimed/said"

paul's POV
"Where were you? I'm so glad you decided to come back. We're sorry. Right, John?" I looked over at him, if he was sad he didn't show it but he's actually really good at hiding emotions.

john's P.O.V.
"hi george! what was it like on the outside? did you get mauled? see anybody?...."
ringo's P.O.V.
john kept running off at the mouth with questions. i put my hand on his mouth and said "what john means is...are you staying?"
pleasestaypleasestaypleasestaypleasestay

George's POV
"Of course I'm staying. And yes, John I did get mauled and it was bad but I said I would "shank" him, if he got closer. Whatever that means."

"good, cause i wouldda had to hog tie you to your bed and hold you hostage until you promised to stay." he didn't know what shanking meant? i whispered in his ear "you take a pocket kneif, stick it in their bellys, and pull it up." he looked at me like i was from mars. "gross!" "yeah. glad to have you back, georgie." i grabbaed hs head, and dutch-rubbed him.

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