Acoustic Catalyst

[What inspired they story!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76wSl8IV0Z0 ]

His hair was getting longer, a lot longer, and somewhere in the past week he'd lost his razor... or just decided not to shave.
"Does Mo tell you there's a cat on your face?" I ask with a smile.
He turned to look at me with his big blue eyes, and smiled. "She thinks its sexy."
I laughed and so did he, "Is she alright in the head?"
"She's just the sane as you are." He tucked the pencil behind his ear and folded his hands ontop of the table.
"So she's bonkers?" I ask getting up, with the common knowledge of Ritchie and his politeness.
"As long as you are." He tapped lightly on the table, his rings clanking against the wood.
I let the silence fill the air as I popped the top on his Coke and grabbed the carton of milk for myself.
"How's the song comin' round?" I ask, hand stretching to the top shelf for the cup and leaning over his shoulder.
"It's... still the same." He sighed and half the bottle of Coke was gone before my eyes.
"It's... about gardens?" I put the milk back and sat next to him, legs across his lap and head on his shoulder.
He nodded and wraped an arm around me.
It was days like these that I knew he was trying, struggling really, to show Paul and John he was worth the song. It was also days like these that I knew he thought he was the reason they were fighting.
"It's not you Ritchie." I looked into his eyes and took the pencil from behind his ear. "It's just... time you went your own way."
He didn't believe me, clearly, "I can keep them together, Jamie, I know I can. I just... I need to think."
He hit his hand to his head.
"Don't," I took his hand, "Do," He fought to hit his head again, "That!" He yanked on my arm and pulled me into his lap without meaning to.
His eyes were locked in mine with the sudden realization that I was in his lap, nearly straddling him, and our hands were tangled. "Sorry Jamie."
"It's not you," I smiled. "It's-"
"Not you either." He caught me before I could tear myself down any further.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around my best friend. What else could I do?
He did the same and hummed the line to George's song.
I burried my face in his neck and took a trip though my mind, through our minds.
I know you think it's your fault Ritchie but it's not. It's Paul and John breaking you up, tearing you apart, trust me, it's true.
"Jamie." He sighed my name, hardly audible above the car crunching on the gravel in the drive way.
"Mo!" I shout, shoving him in the chest to get off his lap but sending us to the ground in the process.
He groaned as we hit the ground, "Jay."
"Sorry Ring." I appologized jumping up and flicking the radio on before helping him off the ground and shoving him back in his chair, pencil in hand again and tapping a steady beat.
"Hello...?" It was Maureen down the hall.
"Hi luv." Ritch called to her, getting up and grabbing his jacket, tucking away the paper with his scribbles on it.
"Hey," She kissed his cheek and passed on to me. "Did you ask Jamie about supper plans?"
I smiled as she hugged me. "What supper plans?"
"We're going out with Pete Sellers on the boat tomorrow night-" Ritch started talking but as always Mo cut him off.
"You can't stay here again," She pleaded. "Get out of this place! It's boring staring at the same walls all day every day-"
"Hey! I work too, you know!" I objected.
Ritch laughed but said nothing, just leaned against the door frame.
"We'll get your ticket tonight and we'll be there for just over a week. Don't you want to see Italy?" Maureen was ranting again.
I could see Ritch out of the corner of my eye, playing with the collar on his very yellow shirt.
"Sure. I'm paying you back though-" Mo was tackling me in a hug.
"No, don't you dare. We'll pay for everything." She said kissing my forehead and fixing my shirt before hopping perkily over to Ritch. "We'll be here to pick you up at eight."
"In the morning?!" I ask feeling my eyes bug a little bit.
Ritch laughed. "She doesn't wake up in the mornings luv." He said wrapping an arm around Mo.
"Well if she wants to come she does." Maureen wrapped a scarf around Ritch and kissed his cheek.
I tried not to let anything show and ran a hand through my hair. "I'll be up by then, don't worry."
Ritch laughed and Mo hit his arm.
"See you tomorrow Jamie." She said with a giggle.
"Yup." I muttered.
"Have fun waking up princess!" Ritchie called to me from the door.
"Screw you!" I laughed.

"At least I have supper plans for tomorrow." I said with a sigh as I sat with a styrofoam container of the greasiest fish and chips I could find and flicked on the broken telly.
News, boring... MTV, Ritch can just sing for me... Cartoons, I'm not a tot any more. Looks like it's just the radio. I flicked it on and laid back with the steamy container blowing delicious smells my way, but too lost in thought to eat.
"It was just me, was it?" I start talking to myself. "He's usually like that but when was the last time he called me Jay? When does he do that anymore? I thought that was just to tease me when I set him and Mo up."
The static flared louder, Someone must be out front.
"Jamie!" It was George with his sing-song voice.
"Georgie!" I called back, sitting up and forking food in my mouth.
"Where'd you put the forks?" He called from the kitchen.
"Second drawer." I smiled and made room for him. "What're you doin' out? You just missed Ritch."
He flopped on the sofa with me and pulled the styrofoam from my fingers. "I'm goin' to a party at Eric's 'ouse 'nd I need a date." He said through a muffled mouthfull of chips.
"Normal people eat chips with their fingers Georgie." I said with a smile before fighting him for my supper.
"Anyway," He swallowed his mouthful and got up for a Coke. "Are you gonna come with me or what?"
"I can't, I have to sleep tonight. I'm goin' to Sardines with Ritchie tomorrow."
He laughed, "It's Sardinia Jamie."
I smiled as he jumped the back of the sofa and popped the top of his soda.
His hair was wind blown and he smelled like grease and autumn air. His big brown eyes were closed tight as he savoured every ounce of the soda before opening them and staring at me.
"You're coming, right?" He almost sounded childish.
I laughed, "Let me get dressed."
He didn't let me, instead he pulled me right out the door after letting me put my shoes on and stuffed me in the car without letting me argue a word.
Once we got there I realized why he wanted me to go. There were a lot of people and it was loud. I dont mean just loud but LOUD loud. My ear drums were splitting.
"I didn't know it was this kind of party." I laughed.
"What did you expect?" He asked with a smile before looping our arms.
"Getting high and walking back home because neither of us can drive." I smiled up at him.
"Not this time missy."
While time was busy flying by I was busy wondering how tomorrow would go.
How I could sit with both Ritchie and Mo and not feel left out? How I could sit there with my best friend and watch her hang all over the guy, I hated to admit was, of my dreams? How could I live knowing that he was just a friend in his mind but so much more in mine? How could I live letting Mo hang all over him when he was mine first?
And after all, I should at least get a kiss after I had to keep the secret of her and Georgie's little fling. I should atleast get that much after sitting through the wedding(s) and reception(s) and band rehersals. I should at least get more than an accidental cuddle.
"Thinkin' 'bout Ringo?" George cut in on my thoughts and handed me punch that was no doubt spiked.
I nodded and took a sip to find that it was just plain old punch.
"Nervous about the trip?" He asks wrapping his arm around my waist.
I nodded and took both hands to wrap around my drink before leaning into him. "I'm so scared that... what if something happens? Georgie, what if I let is slip, what if we get in a fight? Georgie, I dont think I want to do this anymore."
He looked scared, more scared that I might let it slip than getting in a fight.
"I wouldn't do it on purpose, but... I just hate seeing her with him and having to know that. I don't want it to hurt him, you know? And he wants to write the song so much. It means so much to him to write this song. I want to help him but all he has is the word garden all over his paper in a thousand different styles."
He looked surprised that I cared that much, "Jamie, if it really bothers you that much you can tell him but it's going to hurt him no matter what. That's his wife and I'm his best mate. It's not my job to crush him-"
"It wasn't your job to cheat on your wife or her on her husband." I scowled. "You disgust me Harrison."
"Oh, come off it-"
"Take me home George." I begged up at him with pleading eyes.
He sighed and twirled a strand of my mousy brown hair before kissing my forehead and nodding, "Alright."
The ride home was quiet and I felt terrible. Terrible for keeping such a secret from Ritchie and even worse for being so cold to George. I wanted to say it wasn't his fault but it was. It was his and Maureen's. Not mine. Not Richard's. George and Maureen's faults.
But why did that sound so good together?
George and Maureen. George and Maureen Harrison.
"Do you love her Georgie?" I ask sitting up in my seat and looking at him, his eyes intent on the road.
"Pattie? Cor-"
"No. I mean Maureen."
He smirked and looked at me quickly. "Oh... you're serious." He took a pause. "Maybe. I dunno, I never thought of it before. There are generally two girls on my mind. Pattie and Paul."
I smiled, "He is femmie isnt he?" George nodded and pulled into my driveway. "Are you coming inside?"
He sighed. "No, you gotta sleep and I gotta go get some recording done."
I nodded and got out of the car. When I turned and looked through the window, he was staring blankly at the steering wheel.
I felt worse than before, worse for killing George like that when I knew that he was married and that maybe I was just jealous that both George and Ringo were married, jealous that they were 'in love' and that I was alone.
But I turned and walked to the door, fumbled with the keys and as the door creaked open I heard his voice behind me.
"Jamie." He called from the car door.
"Georgie?" I asked with a faux smile.
"I do." He was certain when he looked at me, certain and serious.
I nodded and tucked my keys into my pocket. "Good night George."
He smiled. "Good night Jamie."