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Title: His Mother’s Smile (Part 1/?)
Pairing: George/Pete.
Timeframe: Casbah Club time. (1959-ish?)
Rating: PG, probably.
Warning: Uhh. I just don’t make much sense at 3 AM.
Word count: 683 words.
Disclaimer: Nothing is real. I don’t own Pete, George, nor any of the Beatles, but it’d be cool if I did. And I certainly don’t know what happened at the Casbah.
Summary: I'm really bad at this, man...George gets to know Pete.
Author Notes: Hi! It’s actually been a while since I haven’t written any Beatle-related fiction. Maybe some of you here know me from JHP, my username used to be judeisthewalrus , but I made a new account for a few personal reasons. I just hope you enjoy the fruits of my 5-nights-without-sleep-head. :)
SECOND CHAPTER
The booking is cancelled.
These words resonate in George Harrison’s head. He’s rather annoyed at the situation in which he finds himself in. There he was, a few hours ago, eager and excited to play for the opening night of the Casbah Coffee Club. But...
The booking is cancelled.
George could not let this pass. His bandmates, Stewart and Brown, could let it pass. But not George. George was going to perform tonight. With the Quarrymen.
And he did.
“‘Ey Paul, fancy playing for the opening night at the Casbah tonight? Stewart and the others had their booking cancelled’’.
“Isn’t a bit late to have a booking? I mean, it’s tonight and all...” Paul replied, unsure.
“Nah, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Mo’s a nice woman, she’ll understand.” George paused. “Besides, who’ll play tonight if we don’t?” he added.
Paul chuckled. “All right then, I’ll get John, meet us there”.
--
“Alright. You’re booked for tonight, lads.” Mona Best said, wearing a cheeky smile on her face. ”But, as you can see, the decoration isn’t great down ‘ere...”
The young boys looked at each other and turned back to Mona.
“What do you mean by that?” John managed to say, wondering what the reply could be.
“Well, I want all of you to help me!” She said enthusiastically. “How can anyone have a good time when the rooms look sad like this?” There she was, wearing that smile again.
And the boys all got to work.
John, Paul and Mo were having a discussion whilst painting the ceilings.
George wasn’t listening, too engrossed in his own activity. That was until he saw the glimpse of a young man on the stairs. Who was that?
Probably one of the Best brothers... George thought.
He knew Rory Best, because he was a year younger than himself. But he didn’t really know his older brother; Pete. He’d heard of him, and he’d seen him many times, but never actually got to talk to him. Not that he was really interested, anyway...
And so, the decoration and painting continued. It seemed like an eternity of time had passed until the night actually started.
--
It was hot. There wasn’t any air-conditioning, it was getting hard to breathe and the band was literally dying. But everyone was happy, and that’s what really mattered.
Behind the adoring smiles of the girls, the camera flashes of the teenage boys and the cheers of the crowd stood a smiling figure that George vaguely recognized; Pete Best.
He’s got his mother’s smile. The young guitarist mused to himself.
He smiled back.
And the rest of the night flew by.
--
The weeks passed. And every Saturday night, The Quarrymen played at the Casbah.
Every Saturday night, more and more people came.
Every Saturday night, George saw Pete.
But they still hadn’t talked.
It may be George’s mind playing tricks on him, but sometimes he thought seeing a hint of adoration in Pete’s eyes, or that he was particularly good-looking and sometimes he could swear seeing him waving at him, still wearing his mother’s smile.
This almost made his heart stop, just for a while.
What?
Nononono. George thought. What am I doing? I must be tired. He pushed himself into thinking.
And every Saturday night, things got worse.
Especially the night when the smiling figure finally came to speak to him.
“Hi” Pete uttered suddenly. He looked a bit nervous, perhaps even a bit...scared? Come on! He was at least two years older than George.
“‘Ey there.” George muttered without too much effort.
“Are you George?” Pete asked. “George Harrison, I mean.” He hastily added.
George was a bit triggered by the question. He saw that Pete already knew the answer...But then why would he ask? It certainly looked like something was on his mind. “Sure.”
“Oh. Alright. Well, I’m Pete Best! It’s nice to meet you...” He slowly reached out an aflutter hand.
George shook his hand and smiled at him. “Nice to meet you too, Pete”.
George could have sworn, Pete blushed right there. This conversation sure was awkward.
So George found an excuse to go, it was late after all.
/TO BE CONTINUED, MY LOVES.