Beauty and the Beatles
Title: Beauty and The Beast
Author: Me (Simplebeatles)
Rating: PG-13 ???
Warnings: Disney parody, WOOC (Way out of character lol), fluffy ^-^
Pairing: John/George
Summary: If you know the Beauty and the Beast, you know what it is about. John- Prince/Beast, George= Belle, Paul= Gaston, Ringo = LeFou, Brian= Mrs. Pots, Neil= Lumiere, Mal= Cogsworth, Harold Harrison (George's real dad) = Maurice, Martha= the little stool dog, George M= Chip
Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles, nor do I own disney (they belong to themselves), i am doing this for fun, no money.
A/N: Sorry for the delay... been busy with school and had little time with working on my story.
Previous Chapters: Prologue- Chapter 1
George was already on chapter four of his book when Paul came up behind him.
He was tired of Paul's attempts to ask him out, but nothing he did was giving the message yet to him.
"Hello, George" Paul said trying to be smooth infront of him.
"Hello Paul." George said, but before he could go back to his book, it was grabbed out of his hands. He turned around to Paul, "Paul, may I have my book, please?" he asked politely.
"How can you read this?" Paul asked flipping through the pages, "There are no pictures." George rolled his eyes. He thought if Paul really wanted to impress him, this was no way to go.
"Well there are those who can use their imaginations." George said a little displeased at Paul's rudeness.
"George." Paul sighed as he put an arm around George tossing the book into the mud, "Its about time you got your head out of books and paid attention to important things... like me! I mean the whole town is talking about it." Paul said as if he was concerned. George picked up the book and tried to rub the mud off it.
"So what?" George sneered at this pig who called himself Paul.
"It's not right for a man to read... soon he starts getting ideas." Paul said shaking his head, "And thinking..." he sighed as if it was the worst thing that would happened if George got any ideas.
"Paul, you are positively primeval!" George yelled letting his anger out at Paul, "You have no manners, go and flirt with those three bimbos over there, they'd love to get their hands on you!" he yelled walking away from Paul.
"Well thank you George, but I don't have no interest in those three." he sighed looking over at the three men just staring at him dreamily, "Whaddya say... you and me take a walk to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies?" he asked putting an arm around George as he, Paul, walked with him.
"Maybe some other time." George said taking Paul's arm off him.
"What's wrong with him?" One of the three bimbos asked looking at George as if he was nuts putting down Paul McCartney, the good looking man in town.
"Please, Paul. I really can't." George said now walking backwards, "I have to get home and help my father." he turned back around again. George heard a laugh come from behind Paul and ended up being his partner in crime, Ringo Starr.
"That crazy old loon?" Ringo snorted, "He needs all the help he can get." With that he and Paul started laughing heartily. George walked towards Ringo and Paul.
"Don't you talk about my father that way!" he yelled at them. He hated people calling his father a loon, he wasn't. George knew him as an inventor. Paul stopped laughing right away, so that he looked as if he had a heart. Ringo on the other hand was still laughing up a storm.
"Yeah! Don't talk about his father that way!" Paul said conking Ringo on the head.
"My father is not crazy!" George yelled knowing that Paul was laughing inside, and he was making himself look good, "He's a Genius!" After he had said that there was a loud bang in the background. He ran towards his home leaving Paul and Ringo still laughing it up.
"Father!?" George yelled as he came closer to his house, but knowing his father he was more intent on fixing the explosion to listen to the outside world. He got close to the house, which looked more like a cottage and entered the basement.
"Dad?" George yelled as he descended the stairs.
"How in this world did that happen?" he heard his father talking to himself, "Gah! Dog gonnit!" he yelled as he pulls the barrel off his waist, and taking off his pants accidently.
"Are you all right, dad?" George called out again, and saw his father beside the machine he was making.
"I am about ready to give up on this hunk of junk!" he replied angrily. He took a look at the machine and kicked it hard, which just ended up hurting him more than anything. George laughed and went up to his father.
"You always say that." he said helping his father up.
"I mean it this time!" he yelled, "I'll never get this bonehead machine to work!" he turned around angrily at the machine.
"Yes you will father, and win the first prize at the fair tomorrow." Georged smile, but his father shrugged off with a 'Hmmmph'. George put his hands on his father's shoulder, "And become a world famous inventor..." he whispered his father's ear.
"You really believe that?" Harold Harrison asked his son, his shoulders relaxing and his face brightening.
"I always have." George chuckled and watched his father walk towards the machine.
"Well what are we waiting for!" Harold laughed grabbing his goggles off the shelf, "I'll have this thing fixed in a jiff." he said before sliding underneath the machine, "Could you hand me that dog-legged clencher there." Harold's voice echoed, "Have a good time in town today." After he fiddled around a bit with the machine.
"Got a new book." George smiled and paused thinking about how to say what he was going to say next, "Dad, do you think I'm odd?" George asked. George's dad slid out from underneath the machine.
"My son? Odd?" he asked confused why his son would ask such a questions.
"I don't know..." George sighed, "It's just seems I do not feel I fit in... I mean there is no one I can really talk to." he looked out the basement window towards the town.
"How about that Paul character?" his father asked, "He's a handsome fellow." he said going back under the machine.
"He's handsome all right..." George said reluctantly, "And rude and conceited...and oh Dad, he's just not for me!" George said throwing down his book angrily.
"Don't you worry," his dad said putting an arm around him, "This machine will start a new life for us." George's dad smiled and turned the on switch. Hey closed his eyes, but George watched it chop the wood and stack it like it should.
"Dad, it works!" George yelled, "It bloody works!" His dad opened his eyes slowly and stared at his machine, "You did it, you really did it!" George said hugging his father tightly.
"It works!" Harold exclaimed and turned it off, "Hitch up Star, son!" he yelled in excitment. George went up the stairs to the barn and got out the white horse. No later than twenty minutes his dad had the machine on a cart and Star hitched up.
"Bye dad!" George waved as his dad left down the road, "Good luck!"
"Bye George!" Harold yelled back, "Take care while I am gone!" with those words he and Star were on their way to the fair.
A hour later...
"We should be there by now..." Harold said looking at the map, "Maybe we missed a turn." he said talking to no one in paticular. He lifted his lantern to illuminate the sign ahead. One saying Carlise to the left and Markham to the right, "Let's go this way!" he yelled to his horse as he turned left to Carlise. But Star refused to go left through the dark, overgrown grass and trees and go right where is was clear and lighter, "Come on, Star! It's a bloody shortcut." Harold said trying to comfort his scared horse. As they turned left it was much more darker than it was in the beginning.
"This can't be right..." Harold sighed, "Where have you taken us, Star?" the horse's eyes buldged and thought, 'Hey, I didn't want to go this way, you dumbbell.' Harold and Star stood there for a bit, "We'd better turn around." As he said that a swarm of bats came out of a tree, which made Star run though the forest, avoiding everything until he almost ran over the ege of the cliff.
"Back up!" Harold yelled, "Good girl!" he exclaimed, "Back up, Steady..." Suddenly Star started trying to buck Harold off, "Whoa! Steady girl!" Harold fought to stay on, but couldn't keep a hold of Star and fell off and ran away. After a few minutes of sitting there not knowing where to go, a pack of wolves came out of the woods growling at him