Never Thought I'd Get this Far... O.o
Title: I’ve Just Seen A Face: Chapter Seven (Fanfic)
Author: thetenwords
Rating: R sexual situation, profanity, and violence
Plot: Anne is your average small-town girl who gets herself caught up in her own version of her favorite fanfic, “Living Lennon”. Things don’t go like she planned and all she knows is she won’t forget her life before or after this bittersweet experience…
Warning: READ LIVING LENNON BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!!!! This isn’t a sequel, but it will help you kind of understand the plot. Plus, it’s a kick-ass story.
Disclaimer: As often as I check eBay, the Beatles are never ACTUALLY for sale. So I don’t own them. (Yet.)
I decided to call in sick for work, thanking God I had already finished my work due tomorrow. As my cousin said, procrastination is like masturbation. It feels great at first, but towards the end you realize you just screwed yourself. Very true. And gross. But still, true.
When we got back to the loft, I was glad to see my mother hadn’t arrived yet. George was just glad we were in privacy, but not for the reason I thought. He literally was jumping up and down like a giddy toddler on Christmas morning. But for some reason I seriously doubt that a toddler would be chanting “Take off your sweats!” repeatedly and trying to tug them off of someone else.
“God, you horny little… dead Beatle!” I rolled my eyes, locking the door and dumping my purse and keys on the floor.
He looked shocked at the mention at him wanting sex, as though it were the most absurd idea he had ever heard of. “I’m not horny! I just want you to read it!”
I rolled my eyes, my usual reaction to what seemed to be half of what he said. “Sure. I’ll just go to the bathroom and-”
“NO!!! I want to see the look on your face! He sat down on the floor and grabbed my hand, and pulling me next to him. “Sit here. Please?”
I sighed, more out of diplomacy than actually wanting to. “Fine.” I slowly slipped off my sweats, sure enough, revealing some writing.
He smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “It’ll be easier to read if you take off your panties. And your bra…”
I squinted my eyes and stood up. “I’m going to read it in the bathroom.”
As I walked away, I could hear George muttering under his breath, “Dammit.”
.....
Well, the words were nothing like I had expected. I had expected something along the lines of, “George Harrison was here,” “George fucked this,” “Insert head here,” or something else of the sexual nature.
But his mind had surpassed my own creativity. Instead, on one leg, he had written phrases like Schon, beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, starlet, sexy, lovely, good-looking, stunning, striking, cute, smashing, and attractive. On the other, words like smart, feisty, funny, delightful, fun, hilarious, independent, unique, and just pure awesome. I saw on my lower stomach he had written: I love YOU.
And now I had been in there for an hour and had no idea what to do. I mean, I liked him. A lot. But… love him? I had only known the guy for a week. I mean, sure I had sex with him, but how long was I supposed to really put that off? I mean, it happened all the time in fanfics, and he was a horny teenage BEATLE. How long was I honestly supposed to stall?
“Anne?” I heard his voice and a knock through the door. “Are… are you okay?”
I nodded, until I realized he couldn’t see it. “I’m fine.”
“Can I come in?”
“I guess.”
He entered the room, looking as though he was concerned for me. I was still butt naked, minus my bra. For the first time since the previous night, this doesn’t seem to be the thing most on his mind.
“So… you saw it, I’m guessing?” he asked, sitting down next to me against the vanity and looking straight at the wall. I nodded, not knowing what else to do. He said nothing for a while, but then quietly asked, “So, I’m guessing that you don’t feel the same way?”
I didn’t know how to respond to this question, quite honestly. Wasn’t I supposed to get knocked up before we realized we loved each other and then get in a fight and then, just as I’m about to have the baby, we realize we love each other way too much and then live happily ever after? Or was that ONLY what happened in Living Lennon? “George…” I began, taking a deep breath as I still didn’t know what to say, “I like you, a lot but I really don’t know if I’m in love with you. I mean, I barely KNOW you.”
George looked disappointed, but not like what happened when I asked out a guy I actually WAS in love with in sixth grade and he turned me down. I cried for three days. So I did the best I could not to hurt George. But then, he got a certain spark in his eye, and I was almost, for the shortest second, thought maybe I didn’t lay it down hard enough. “But I bet I could get you to love me!” he said excitedly, looking at me as he spoke.
“And how do you really think you’re going to do THAT, George? I mean, nothing personal, but rarely do I get that butterflies-in-my-stomach, heart-beats-faster-when-I-see-him, couldn’t-picture-life-without-him kind of feeling. I mean, when I get it, I fall into it DEEP. In six years it happened to me twice. So…”
“I swear, Anne! I’ll get you to love me somehow. The feelings are in there. I know it. But… trust me.”
He held my hand in his, looking as though he was absolutely sure whatever plan he had would work. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he was going to do. But, not thinking it would work anyway, simply answered with, “You could try, but I don’t think it’ll-”
“I won’t let you down! I promise!” he enthusiastically cut me off before laying a big, wet, slobbery kiss on my cheek.
I immediately wiped my cheek off. “EWW!!! I agreed to let to convince me to love you, not give me a bath1”
He smiled and began to crack up. “We’ve already exchanged bodily fluids, loov.”
I couldn’t resist laughing, no matter how gross it was, when you think about it. “I want my saliva back, by the way,” I jokingly replied, still smiling wide.
He leaned in. “I swallowed it. But I’ll give you some of mine.”
But then we heard a knock on the door, and I knew it had to be my mother. There wasn’t any avoiding this situation, either, so I stood up. “I think I’ll have to pass on that. As much as I love you, I think you have to meet my mother.”
The poor fool looked ecstatic to do that. “Really? You’re going to tell her about me?” I nodded. What choice did I have? I wasn’t the best liar, so I couldn’t keep up a story that I was still living alone for long. “Alright. Should I…?” he gestured toward his body, which didn’t exactly look like something that would impress my mother. Well, nothing really ever did, but, it would be really bad.
I nodded and quickly threw a different shirt at him that was on the floor. “Yeah. Put that on. I’ll signal you when to come in the living room.” I ran to the living room and opened the door, for some reason with the song Run, Joey, Run playing in my head. “Hey, Mom…”
“What took you so damn long?”
“I had to take care of some things. Why don’t you sit on the couch?”
She made herself feel right at home, and threw her bag on the floor, spilling crap from it onto the floor. “What kind of things? Checking to see if you had condoms or something for, uhh, what’s his name? TREVOR! That’s it.”
I tried my hardest not to glare at her. “Trevor and I are not together anymore, as he is a skeezeball who can suck my figurative dick.”
She rolled her eyes. “So you’re still chasing him? You always went after guys out of your league, and I suppose this Trevor is no exception.”
I looked away so I couldn’t see the lying smirk on her face, and saw George, ready and waiting. “Actually, Mom, there was someone I wanted you to meet…”
George looked confused. “Was THAT the signal?!?!” he yelled to make himself heard, and I vigorously nodded. He stepped out, took a look at my mother, and said, in the least classy way possible, “Oh, hey Anne’s mum. I’m George Harrison. Nice to meet you.”
My mother laughed. “What the hell happened here? You dated one of those fellows from American English?”
George looked offended. “I’m the real George Fucking Harrison!”
I nodded. “He is. You see, Kelsea’s cousin had a time machine, and…”
She continued laughing. “Who is he, really?”
“HE’S GEORGE THE HELL HARRISON!!!”
“Sure, sure. Well, are you from Liverpool, CHAP?”
He nodded. “You can read all about me in books and all. Don’t ask me anything. And, by the way, your daughter is quite the-”
But he didn’t finish. My mother just passed out on the couch. I looked at George, who wasn’t phased in the least. “GEORGE!!!” I shouted, freaking out completely.
“Yeah?” he asked, looking at my unconscious mother.
“What are we supposed to do? WAIT! I have an idea! Let’s run away to Hamburg! We both speak German! We’d get by there fine!” I was freaking out, and had a tendency to not think straight when I did so.
“She’ll wake up soon enough,” he stated flatly.
“That’s what I’m afraid of!” I flailed my arms about, which must have been quite the sight.
And, as though it was George’s prediction alone that awoke her, she sat up and looked about the room. “Anne? What the-” she saw George again, and he waved politely. “Right, right. I think I’m going back to Arkansas. Maybe I’ll get drunk and forget all of this. If I’m lucky, I’ll wake up and you’ll have done something right for a change, Anne.” She quietly got up, picked up the bag and what it had contained, and left. Just like that. Not knowing what else to do at the moment, I jumped straight into the air and pumped my arm.
George looked confused, at either my strange gesture or at my mother’s behavior. “What just happened, Anne?”
I smiled wide as I could. “My dream came true!” I threw my arms around him in a hug and planted a great big kiss upon his cheek.
He smiled back and kissed my forehead. “That was almost too easy, though. Kind of weird.”
“Who cares? She’s gone and out of my hair!” I buried my cold face into his warm chest, which I had to admit, felt quite comfortable.
Little did I know that the ease of the situation would lead to more stress than I thought in the future. I should have remembered that even in a fanfic, not everything runs smoothly all the time.