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It has been a few days since you have first set out on your journey with The Beatles to Antarctica to get back to your home in 2008 America. In that time, of course, you have gotten to know the band members better. John Lennon seemed to you the somewhat grumpy but sweet and funny leader, Paul McCartney the fun-loving "ladies' man," Ringo Starr turned out to be childlike and sweet,and George Harrison--as you found out--is head-over-heels in love with you. In your own way, you want to love him too. But you know you can't. This is because that as soon as you get to Antarctica and have the mysterious Nathan Jackson send you back home, you will never see him again. He would have been dead for seven years already. Youcan't think about that without your gut wrenching. But right now, you aren't thinking about that. You are thinking about how seasick you have become. Now you know how Ringo feels...
You stand up straight again after hanging over the edge of the boat for about ten seconds. You haven't thrown up yet, but boy are you getting close...just then, you see a figure out of the corner of your eye. You turn and see that it's George. He is just stareing out to nowhere. There is a very awkward silence between you two. You decide to break the silence. "Hey George," you say.
George jumps and snaps around. His face turns a deep burgandy color that you didn't even think possible when he sees you. "Oh, hey ___," he says.You grin as you notice that he's wearing a little cowboy hat. In fact, the same cowboy hat that he wears on the inside cover to Rubber Soul.
"It's pretty cold out," you say again. It isn't the weather that is giving you chills, though. It is the fact that George is standing very close to you. He hasen't been this close to you since the day when you first set out when he tried to kiss you. He had been pretty shy around you for the days afterward, but he seems to be getting his courage back now. Just like Paul had said to you...he would try to kiss you again. You really hope that you aren't the same burgand color as George right now...
"You okay, ___?" George asks. "You look a bit pale."
"Oh, I'm just a little seasick," you say. Yes! You aren't blushing!
"Oh," says George. "Maybe you should lie down somewhere."
"I'm feeling a little better now," you say. You turn your attention to his hat. "So, George, what's with the hat? Planning on riding something soon?"

"Ah, yes ___! He's planning on riding you!" shouts John, who had just decided to join the conversation.
"Oh, shaddup John!" shouts Paul, who had joined too.
"Yeah, John! Pervert!" shouts Ringo, coming towards you also.
"Alright, alright!" says John. "Just a joke..."
"Dumb joke," you say.
"And tactless too!" says Paul."Look at poor George, he's gone red with embarassment!" George, in fact,is red, but you don't know how much John's joke had to do with it. His hat is also pushed down over his eyes as if he is trying to hide under it. Paul goes up to George. "You alright mate?" he asks as he pushes the hat up so he can see his face.
George nodds sheepishly. He looks at you. "I'm not planning on riding you,___, just so you know," he says.
You laugh. "Oh, I know!" you say. "That John is just a big perv. Hey, speaking of, where'd he go? Wasn't he just here?"
"Yeah, you're right," says Ringo."Dissapeared into thin air, he did."
"He's right there," says Paul, pointing over to the side. Sure enough, John was there, stareing up at the grey, cloudysky. It has been like that for a few days, but no rain has fallen. You walk over to him.
"John, is everything okay?" you ask, concerned.John slowly takes his gaze away from the sky and looks at you. His stare is very intense. You feel as if he is looking right through you.
"I don't like the look of the sky," he says.
"But John," you say. "The sky's been like that for days and nothing's happened."
"___'s right John," says George. "It's just a bit overcast. I don't even feel wind."
"I think we should go inside for a bit, just in case," says John. "We should all go in one room, just in case there's trouble."
"Good idea," says Paul. "Whose room?"
"Let's go in Ringo's," says John. "It's the biggest one." Ringo rolls his eyes, but agrees. The five of you clamber into Ringo's room, which indeed is the biggest, but not by much.
"How long you reckon we'll need to stay in here?" asks George.
"Oh, a few hours at most, or until nothing happens or if we see sunlight," says John.
"What are we gonna do to pass all that time?" asks Paul, exasperated.He seems horrified at the thought of just sitting there stareing at things for hours.
"I've got some food in my cabenets," says Ringo. "I'll be right back." Ringo gets up and goes to a corner of the cabin to dig in a small drawer. He comes out with a box of cereal, potato chips (American), cookies, and a bottle of beer
"What other kinds of stuff do you keep in there?" asks John, impressed with the food Ringo pulled out.
"Meh, that's 'bout it," says Ringo shrugging. Without another word, you all dig in. You, of course, being a huge sweetooth, go right for the cookies. George, much to your surprise, goes right for the bottle of beer, openes it, and starts drinking right from the bottle.

"Oy, Harrison, save a bit for us, will ya?" yells Paul, trying to conceal the fact that he was about to burst into laughter.

George takes the bottle away from his lips after a long swig and poors everyone drinks in glasses that Ringohad also miracouslyfound in his drawer. He tries to offer yousome, but yousay no. You don't drink. "Suit yourself," says George, taking another large gulp. You can tellalready that he is getting drunk.

Paul leans overto you. "He can't hold himself for long," he whispers. "Even after one drink he goes crazy." You can plainly see what he means. You find it hard to believe that this was the guy who was so embarassed to be near you just a few minutes ago.

"Oy!" shouts George, swaying on the spot of where he was leaning up against the wall, holding the beer bottle up in the air by the neck. "Anyone want another round?" His speech indeed sounded very slurred.

"No thanks mate," says Paul."Hey, mate, I think youshould stop drinking, you're getting a bit loopy."

George bursts out into laughter. "Stop!" he yells. "How old d'ya think I am? Two hundred seventy-ten?!"
"Oh boy he's lost it," mutters Ringo, but George heard.
"Lost it?" he says, very slurred. "Why'd you think that Dingo?"

"My God..." sighs Ringo. "I am not an Australian dog; I am your drummer..."

Suddenly, to your horror, the drunk George's eyes rests on you.

A very seductive grin spreads across his face. "Hey there beautiful," he says. Oh no...he wasn't going to!!! Was he?
"Um...hi?" you say, feeling like an idiot.
He says something else, but before you get a chance to have it register in your head, the very drunkGeorge Harrison has his arms wrapped very tightly around you, and his lips on yours. He is kissing you!!! In normal, non-alchohol involved surcumstances, you probably wouldn't have minded, but thisis unacceptible. Heis very rough and possesive right now, not the kind and tender man that you remembered the last time he tried to kiss you. instead of smelling like cinnamon, he smells of beer. You try to escape him, but the more you do, the tighter he holds on. You feel the other three try to pull George off of you, but it does no good. You have one choice left--you have to punch him again. You draw back your fist and give him a good one in the face, just as you did when you first met him. He falls off you, but he's still conscious. You are cowering in the corner now, trembling. The way his eyes, usually so full of boyish wonder and kindness, are flashing dangerously at you ruin all sence of security. Just as you thought he was going to get you again, he wreches, throws up on the floor, and passes out.
You rush up and take care to make sure he doesn't land in the vomit. "George!" you shout, trying to see if he was alright. Sure he had violated you, but he obviously couldn't help it. You still had to help him. "George, are you awake?"
Paul comes over and examines him. "He's out cold," he says.
"All over my floor..." Ringo mones.
"Shut up, Ringo," says John. "We're worrying about George right now." He turns to you. "You okay, ___?"
You shrug. "I'm okay," you say. "Just shaken."
"Good," says John.
"Lie him on his side," you say, gesturing toward George. "That way if anything else comes up, he won't choke on it."
"Eww," says Paul.
"I know, but it can happen," you say. You flip George on his side and wait. Slowly, his eyes open. He reaches out to grab your hand. You gasp and withdraw slightly, but his hand feels soft and harmless. He seems okay. "You allright, George?" you say softly.
"Yeah," says George.
"You remember anything mate?" asks Paul.
"Yeah," says George. He turns to you. "I'm sorry--"
You cut him off. "Don't worry about it," you say. "Just relax."
"And when your done relaxing, you can clean that mess up!" says Ringo.
"Ringo!" you say. "Give him some time! Don't be so tactless!" Ringo grunts in reluctent agreement.

After a few minutes, George comes to a little more. "Okay, mate," says a very impatient Ringo. "Mop that mess up."

"I'm not touching it!" says George. "It's your bunk, you do it!"

"Well, it came from you!" says Ringo.

"Paul's always the one that stops me from drinking!" says George. "He should do it because he didn't stop me!"

"Hey, I tried!' says Paul. "You said 'no' in a very strange way too! John should do it!"

"Why?" asks John.

"I don't know," says Paul, shrugging. "I just thought that because everyone was giving a reason why someone else other than them should clean the stuff up I should blame someone."
"Sometimes I don't know who'se more of the child, you or Ringo," says John.
"Oh shut up!" you shout. You don't realise how loud it was, but you could tell it was pretty loud because everyone in the room jumped and wheeled around to look at you. "You are all children! I knew five-year-olds that act more mature! Why don't all of you help! My God..." You are breathing very loud and hard in your frustration.
"She's right," says John after a moment of silence. "We all should."
"Right!" you say.Then you walk outside to your favorite spot near the bow of the ship. As you are walking out, you catch a glimpse of Ringo forcefeeding George a cupfull of mouthwash that obviously didn't taste too pleasent, judging by the very large grimace on George's face. You smile. Never a dull moment.
A few minutes later, George comes to stand next to you. You can tell that the taste of the mouthwash is still in his mouth because he is still grimacinga little. "Feeling better?" you ask him.
George shrugs. "Yeah, I guess," he says. He looks at you and his face gets serious. "I really am sorry about what happened back there. I didn't mean it."
You put your arm around his shoulder,which is pretty hard to do, on account of how tall he is. "Don't worry about it. You didn't know what you were doing." You grin. "That mouthwash tast good?"
George snorts. "Hardly!"
"Hey, it's either that or barf-breath!" you say.
"Yeah, I guess," says George. "Can't tell which is better, though..." Both of you laugh for a little bit.
"Speaking of," you say. "Did either of you clean that up?"
"No, not yet, but we will," says George. "How long can you leave something like that laying around for?"
"Hopefully not for long!" you say.You look up. You still see that the sky isgloomy. "But I still think we should be worrying about that stormcloud more."
"Yeah," says George.He walks away from you and back into Ringo's room. After he is gone, you run your fingers over your lips. Well, Paul was right, he did try to kiss you again!Just not in the way you had hoped.