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My Beatles Fan Fic - Chapter 14
Revelations and The End.
~ Chapter 14 ~
At the diner, they sit in a booth. Katorea sits next to Paul, across from George, and Caitlyn sits next to George, across from Paul. They figure this will confuse anyone there that has seen the article. They all order tea and toast. As they are discussing, they see someone walk in with a copy of The Sun. Paul puts his arm around Katorea’s shoulders and George does the same to Caitlyn. The man looks at them and realizes who they are. Then he realizes what is happening. He sits down and orders then takes out a notepad and pen. No one notices this and they continue talking. After their order comes, Caitlyn thinks she sees someone stop outside the window, but when she turns to look, there is no one there.
“Okay, now, how are we going to confuse people?” Paul wonders.
“Well, you know how you guys just put your arms around us when that guy came in? He looked kind of confused. I say that Caitlyn and I should just act like we are just friends of you guys. That means that if, say, Caitlyn wanted to go over and see Paul, she should act like she is going to see one of the other guys every once and a while. And if, say, George wanted to see me, he should call me before hand and sometimes he could come to see me at Caitlyn’s house. See what I mean?”
“Yeah, but what if that doesn’t work?” Caitlyn asks, a bit worried.
“Oh, ye of little faith. Haven’t you learned to trust my instincts yet? Trust me, it will confuse people,” Katorea answers.
“I hope you’re right. But just in case, let’s try and make sure that if we’re out in public that we don’t look like couples. Maybe we shouldn’t be seen alone,” George suggests.
“That sounds like a good plan. If we want to go anywhere, we should make sure all four of us go, or we should have John or Ring, or Lea or Delia with us, too. We don’t want the press following you girls around everywhere. If we don’t look like couples, they won’t think we’re couples,” Paul declares. For a week, they try this. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work out the way they planned. In the next issue of The Sun, there is a small, quarter-page spread with the title, ‘George And Paul Play Girlfriend Switch’. There are two photos of Paul with Katorea and two photos of George with Caitlyn. The article reads, “Just as people were starting to think that George and Katorea were getting serious, she is seen with Paul McCartney. On a similar note, Paul’s new gal-pal, Caitlyn, was seen with George. One wonders if the boys do this regularly. Does either know that the other is seeing his girlfriend? If so, does he care? Do either of the girls know that her best friend is seeing her boyfriend? What kind of twisted minds do we have at work here?”
“Oh, no…” Katorea cries as she reads the paper. She immediately calls George and tells him to have Paul call Caitlyn and for them all to come over to her house right away. When they arrive at her house Katorea greets them with, “We’ve got a problem on our hands.”
“What do you mean?” Caitlyn inquires.
“The plan didn’t quite work out the way we wanted it too.” The other three get a puzzled look on their faces. Katorea reads them the article. “Now what do we do?”
“You know what? I’m sick of this. I’m tired of trying to hide things from the press. I don’t care if they know we’re couples. Screw them. I’m not going to play their game anymore. From now on, I’m just going to be myself. If I want to have a girlfriend, I’ll have one. If I want to beat up one of my friends, I will. I don’t care anymore,” Paul shouts.
“You know, Paul’s right. We should have been honest from the beginning. I think we should just start acting like normal couples. If the press wants to think otherwise, let them. At least we’ll know what’s going on,” George states. “Come on, Paul. Let’s go out, in public, with our girlfriends on our arms.”
“Let’s go! To the nearest public place full of people!” Paul announces.
“Um, Paul, you know I hate crowds. Let’s just go to the park for now,” George replies.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. Then we can go out to that ‘local club’ tonight. I think I’m going to like this whole ‘be honest’ scheme,” Katorea laughs.
THE END
~ Chapter 14 ~
At the diner, they sit in a booth. Katorea sits next to Paul, across from George, and Caitlyn sits next to George, across from Paul. They figure this will confuse anyone there that has seen the article. They all order tea and toast. As they are discussing, they see someone walk in with a copy of The Sun. Paul puts his arm around Katorea’s shoulders and George does the same to Caitlyn. The man looks at them and realizes who they are. Then he realizes what is happening. He sits down and orders then takes out a notepad and pen. No one notices this and they continue talking. After their order comes, Caitlyn thinks she sees someone stop outside the window, but when she turns to look, there is no one there.
“Okay, now, how are we going to confuse people?” Paul wonders.
“Well, you know how you guys just put your arms around us when that guy came in? He looked kind of confused. I say that Caitlyn and I should just act like we are just friends of you guys. That means that if, say, Caitlyn wanted to go over and see Paul, she should act like she is going to see one of the other guys every once and a while. And if, say, George wanted to see me, he should call me before hand and sometimes he could come to see me at Caitlyn’s house. See what I mean?”
“Yeah, but what if that doesn’t work?” Caitlyn asks, a bit worried.
“Oh, ye of little faith. Haven’t you learned to trust my instincts yet? Trust me, it will confuse people,” Katorea answers.
“I hope you’re right. But just in case, let’s try and make sure that if we’re out in public that we don’t look like couples. Maybe we shouldn’t be seen alone,” George suggests.
“That sounds like a good plan. If we want to go anywhere, we should make sure all four of us go, or we should have John or Ring, or Lea or Delia with us, too. We don’t want the press following you girls around everywhere. If we don’t look like couples, they won’t think we’re couples,” Paul declares. For a week, they try this. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work out the way they planned. In the next issue of The Sun, there is a small, quarter-page spread with the title, ‘George And Paul Play Girlfriend Switch’. There are two photos of Paul with Katorea and two photos of George with Caitlyn. The article reads, “Just as people were starting to think that George and Katorea were getting serious, she is seen with Paul McCartney. On a similar note, Paul’s new gal-pal, Caitlyn, was seen with George. One wonders if the boys do this regularly. Does either know that the other is seeing his girlfriend? If so, does he care? Do either of the girls know that her best friend is seeing her boyfriend? What kind of twisted minds do we have at work here?”
“Oh, no…” Katorea cries as she reads the paper. She immediately calls George and tells him to have Paul call Caitlyn and for them all to come over to her house right away. When they arrive at her house Katorea greets them with, “We’ve got a problem on our hands.”
“What do you mean?” Caitlyn inquires.
“The plan didn’t quite work out the way we wanted it too.” The other three get a puzzled look on their faces. Katorea reads them the article. “Now what do we do?”
“You know what? I’m sick of this. I’m tired of trying to hide things from the press. I don’t care if they know we’re couples. Screw them. I’m not going to play their game anymore. From now on, I’m just going to be myself. If I want to have a girlfriend, I’ll have one. If I want to beat up one of my friends, I will. I don’t care anymore,” Paul shouts.
“You know, Paul’s right. We should have been honest from the beginning. I think we should just start acting like normal couples. If the press wants to think otherwise, let them. At least we’ll know what’s going on,” George states. “Come on, Paul. Let’s go out, in public, with our girlfriends on our arms.”
“Let’s go! To the nearest public place full of people!” Paul announces.
“Um, Paul, you know I hate crowds. Let’s just go to the park for now,” George replies.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. Then we can go out to that ‘local club’ tonight. I think I’m going to like this whole ‘be honest’ scheme,” Katorea laughs.
THE END