Don't Bother Me Ch. 1
February 6, 1958
"Ay Georgie, How much you wanna bet I can still pin you like when we were little?" Chris challenged as she walked up to him on the school playground where they agreed to meet Paul that evening, wearing shades as not to freak him out.
"Not much, and stop callin' me that. You're the younger one, Chrissy" He said as he lit up a fag. "I bet you can't even knock me down." He leaned against the fence behind him, looking around for Paul.
Chris jumped at George, making him drop his cigarette, and pinned him to the ground. "Hah! Told ya I could still do it!" she grinned as George tried to shake her off.
"Well well now, Georgie can't even win a fight against our little Chrissy, ay?" Paul came walking behind them, distracting Chris. George saw this as a chance to throw her off but failed.
"I'm not that stupid, Harrison, I know all yer tricks!" she laughed, watching him struggle beneath her.
"Get off me, you prick!" he finally got free and turned the tables by pinning her underneath him
"Aw, Georgie can't take a little joke now, can he?" She laughed and closed the small gap between them, kissing him. He practically jumped off her in surprise/disgust.
"What the hell was that?" he asked her angrily, wiping his lips with his sleeve and going to stand by Paul, who was doubled over, laughing at the two in front of him. "It's not funny! Stop laughing Paul!"
"You-you should have seen-the-the look on your face, George!" he said in between fits of laughter.
"Awwa, do I have cooties now or something?" she teased and got up, brushing herself off. When you first met her, you wouldn't be able to tell she was a girl, only a short teenage teddy boy. A few of her long time friends still thought she was a boy.She was only 5'5 and only wore baggy hand-me-downs from her brothers, George, and Paul. She had black hair that she combed into a pompadour, completing the male illusion she pulled so well. She was very strong, a result of having mainly male friends and 5 brothers. She had nearly white blue eyes that never ceased to scare everybody she knew or met at least once, the contrast to them and her black ensemble and hair was no help at all.
"Oh yeah, I have somebody I want you two to meet!" Paul said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Really? Who?" George tore his harsh stare away from Chris and looked at Paul, now curious.
"His name's John, he's got his own band, the Quarrymen. I thought you two'd like to meet him."
"Ah, Okay. Let's go then!" Chris said, as excited as George, they left soon after.
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They entered Wilson Hall that afternoon
"See ya soon, boys." Paul said and ran off to go find The other Quarrymen
The two left got seats and began playing ruleless structureless games like "Twiddle your fingers" and "shoot-spit-wads-at-the-person-in-front-of-you".
"Georgie Porgie, why'd ya make them girls cry? That's not a very nice thing for you to do." Chris taunted while they played "kick the person next to you for no apparent reason"
"Oh shut up, Pissy Chrissy, or I just might have to make you cry" he grumbled and gave up the game.
"I'd like that. Just give in already, You know I'm a very pretty boy, You won't be able too keep it up for long"
"But that's just the problem, they'd think I were a queer, what with you lookin' like a boy an' all." He huffed, getting madder at the situation by the second.
"So otherwise you would?" she leaned in closer to him, a wicked grin playing on her face.
"...no! Why...why the hell would I do...that?" George blushed and looked away, trying to hide it.
She just inched in closer. "Because, you can't hide it, Georgie Porgie, You liked that kiss I gave you earlier. You're just dying to have another." she taunted, but just then they heard the Quarrymen being announced, so Chris dropped all thought of what they were talking about and turned around to watch Paul and four strangers up on the stage. George sighed in relief, he was just about to give in!