Younglings

The Beatles

1964
Polly's pov
You may know a band called the Beatles right?
Yeah well I'm with "the quite Beatle" it's been a wild 5 years.

George and I moved out of Liverpool in 1960, we now live in an apartment in London. We have a very happy life.

Jane's a famous model now. I see her a lot now. She's still with Paul.
Sometimes I worry if she is truly happy.

But I make sure Paul is good to her.
"The quarry man" got really famous at the cavern club, Brian Epstein a very clean man took them under his wings. He really helped them to the top.

Tonight George and I were having dinner at john's and his wife Cynthias.

Cynthia is honestly one of my best friends. We've really got to know each other. John doesn't excatly treat her the best, but she loves him.
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"George!"
I yelled I was in our room, but I couldn't zip my dress up.
"Coming love!"
He ran in.

I took in his appearance. He looked so good.
"Enjoying the view there love?"
I smirked
"Can you zip Me up please."
He nodded and walked to the back of me.

He slowly zipped it up. I put my blonde hair over it and smiled.

He placed soft kisses down my neck.
I smiled and turned to face him.
"You look beautiful polyester."
I smiled and looked down.

"I can say the same thing about you Georgina."
I kissed him slowly.
We were Interrupted by a Knock at the door.

George pulled away slowly.
"Hold that moment."
He walked over to the door.

I heard them talking.
"Paul! And Jane! How have you been?"
I heard him say Jane.
I ran out of our room.
"Polly!"
"Jane!"
We ran into each others arms

"I haven't seen you in what? A month!"
Jane smiled.

"To long love."

"So Paul are you coming as well to John's?"
George asked.
"Yes! So is ringo."
Do you remember that lad John and I bumped into that night.
The same bloke at the bus stop.

Well it really is a small world. He was also in a band, but ended up joining the Beatles.

He's a lovely chap. I love him he's such a great friend.

"Ok well let's go!"
Paul broke the silence.
I held onto Jane's hand and we all got into Paul's car.
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We arrived only in a matter of minutes.
Jane and I walked up.

"Girls!"
We heard Cynthia yell.
"Cyn!"
We both ran over to Cynthia.
We all had a little group hug.

"Do I get a hug?"

"Oh Ritchie of course you do!"
Jane and I hugged Ringo.

"And me?"
"Nah sorry John."
He held his heart pretending to be hurt.

"Yeah don't get any ideas mate."
George said as he pushed past John.

John smirked.
"McCharmly! Is been so long!"
John exclaimed
"John I saw you this morning."
Paul said also pushing past him.

"Everyones in a good mood then."
John said.

I walked up to Cynthia and Johns room with Jane.

We all sat on there bed.
"So cyn how's John going then?"
Jane asked.
"I don't know, I think he's being unfaithful."
This sadend Jane and I.
"Y'know Cynthia he doesn't deserve you."
She slightly smiled.
"What about you and George?"
Jane asked.
"How's the sex life."
We all started laughing.
"Well that's a story for another night now girlies."
I said.

"Girls! Dinners ready!"
We all walked down.
I went to George and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
He put his head in the crook of my neck.

"How'd cyn?"
He asked.
"She's good."
I lied.
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We all sat down at the dinner table, talking about old times.

"Polly I don't think I've ever asked how did you and George actually meet?"
Cynthia asked.

I smiled and looked over to George.
"We met in preschool. He spilt chocolate milk all over my new dress."
George smiled remembering the memory.

"Sounds like our George!"
John said.

"What about Paul?"

"Curious are we? Our mum's were good friends. We met in a shop. I think..."
Paul nodded.
I could tell he was a bit sad that I mentioned his mother.

Cynthia smiled.
George held my hand under the table.
I looked over to see him smiling right at me.

I loved this man so much. He definitely was the one for me.

We ate and spoke.
"I actually have a photo album of those times."
I smiled.

"We'd love to look at those!"
John smiled and got up.

He came back with a photo album.
"Come on we can look at them in the living room."
We all got up with our wine glasses and sat in the living room.

"Hey I remember this!"
John said starting to laugh.
A photo of George and I in there studio closet kissing.

I blushed remembering what happened.
Flash back
1962
Polly's pov
I watched as Georges fingers glided across his guitar. He noticed me watching and winked.
I smirked.
I walked off into the kitchen and made a cuppa.
I sat down with Cynthia. We talked about the lads and other things.
I heard the door open.
"Could I borrow Polly for a sec."
George came in.
"Be my guest."
Cynthia said.
I walked off with George.
He led me into a closet
"Your not going to kill me are you?"
I aksed
He shut the door and pushed me up against the wall. He started trailing kisses down my neck.
"George. Stop we can't do this here."
I said.
"We can do whatever we want."
He started kissing me with more passion.
This went on for a while until the door flung open.
"Say cheese love birds!"
I saw a flash.
It was John.
I ran out
"John Winston Lennon! Give me that camera now!"
I chased after him all over the studio that day.
Flash back over

"John! I told you not to develop that photo!"
John smiled and turned to the next page.
My eyes widened at the next photo, but John quickly flicked the page.
"John... Was that the beetle we smashed up?"
He smiled and looked up to me.
We both forgot about all the other people in the room.
"My inspiration of calling the band."
My heart warmed. Thats so sweet.
"What beetle you smashed up?"
George asked.

"Its a long story."
I said still looking a john.
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