Hey there !!
I’m new here, and this is my first story ever.
It’s about my favourite band, I’m sure you know them,
It’s the Beatles! I know, a bit unusual, ‘cause I’m only 15
Well, I am from Germany, and English isn’t my alternative language,
So please don’t be angry with me, if I make too much mistakes…
I learn it only at school, so I can’t write the story as well as in german,
I’m sorry that it sounds too easy… :’-(
But I have no other choice.
Hope you enjoy it anyway…
Oh, and please correct me, if I make mistakes,
That’s a great way to learn it for me =)
This is only the beginning of the story, later there’ll be lot’s of sneezing ;-)


After the rainy concert the four Beatles went to their favourite pub near Abbey Road.

They sat near a radiator, but were still shivering, because they’re soaked from tip to toe.

It was an open-air-concert, and it rained cats and dogs.

It was very loud in the evening, so they sat close together to understand each other.

Paul took a little sip of his coke and looked at John, who was talking.

“Well lads, I really hadn’t thought, that we would get so damn wet…”

Ringo nodded, “Yeah, that’s disgusting.”,

He shook his head and his wet hair flipped around.

George sniffed and pulled his jacket tighter, because his teeth started to chatter.

“Hey fella, are you feelin’ alright?” , Paul asked soothly.

“Mhmm…”, George mumbled, he was just before to fall asleep.

The people around him made lots of loud noises, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

He was still shivering, although it was really warm in there.

Friendly, as usual, Ringo pulled out his coat put it over George’s Shoulders.

John laughed, “Well, I think our little Georgie’s tired. We’d better go home at a decent time”

Paul grinned and replied, “Yeaah, our young George is sleeping. But I have to admit,

I’m tired, too. It was a hard day’s night, wasn’t it? And tomorrow it’ll be a lot of fun,

Because we are making…” “Hey, I am not sleeping….”, George interrupted him yawning.

Why did he felt so damn tired? His head ached and he’d like to sleep in his bed.

“Wow, you’re not sleeping?”, Ringo asked confused. “No…You see, I’m no..not.”,

He crinkled his face, he suddenly felt a strong tickle in his nose.

He bit of his lips to hold it back, because it would be embarrassing to sneeze in front

of all the others. Fortunately it went away and George sighed luckily.

John was humming a beautifully melody and looked around.

“Lads, what do you think about a song full of memories? Ya know,

About Stu (*1) and other important stuff that happened before.”

“Hey, that’s a particular great idea John, have you got any lyrics yet?”,

Paul wanted to know excited.

“Yup, but I have only the half lyrics finished. When we’re home, I’ll show you.”

Ringo listened to both interested, “I wish I could write such great songs, too.”,

He laughed and drank a sip of his colabeer.

TBC ?

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Marks:
(*1) Stu = Stuart Sutcliffe was a bandmember of the Beatles,
He wasn’t such a great musician, but he could draw very, very well.
Unfortunately he passed away in the age of only 22 years!!

Cool! I liked George too when I was 15....a lovely start and welcome to the forum.

Agree with Vet on both of her counts! This variety is nice.

Keep going, I like this.

I really like this so far! Also, I praise you for writing about The Beatles. I hope that you continue.

Good job. And don't apologize for your English -- it's great.

Mmmm...my favorite Beatle. Please do continue.

Ohh thank you guys!!
I was so scared to post this.
I'm soooo glad, that you liked it!!!

Well, I'll continue the story. Here's more of the Beatles and our little Georgie-Boy
By the way, he's my favourite =)



Tired George got afraid when the tickle returned stronger than before.

With his hand he started rubbing his nose, that felt very itchy, still trying to hold

it back, but it doesn’t really work.

He turned his head away, so that the others couldn’t see his cute pre-sneeze face.

First he tried to stifle his sneezes with his fist, but they were too powerfull,

so that they came out. “Ha…GNNG…Ha…Haa..ESHOO, Ha…ASHOO.”

He felt his face blushing red and sniffed. John turned his head around and

announced, “Aah, that’s good old George’s opinion to my new song.”

“Hehe, I thought it was nothing to sneeze at.”, Paul teased him.

“Bless You”, Ringo said, but George still felt the annoying tickle.

“Wa…Wait”, he gasped and took a few quick breaths just to sneeze in the crook

of his elbow again. “Haa…Eshhouu…”, he sniffled, his nose got runny.

“Bless Ya George”, Paul said and offered him a tissue.

“Thags”, George replied with a congested voice and took it thankfully.

But he was ashamed to blow his nose in front of all his bandmembers,

‘cause he knew, that it would sound disgusting, so he only wiped off his nose.

“Now we could think about a few more lyrics for my song. By the way, I found a title for it.

It’s called “In My Life” (*2). “Nice”, Ringo smiled and Paul ordered,

“Lemme know how much verse you need for the first time.”

“Hm..I think about three or four.”, John answered. “Okay, let’s see…:”,

both were thinking and discussing about the new lyrics for John’s new song.

It had gotten empty in the pub and it was nearly quiet except the voices of John

and Paul. But the silent got interrupted suddenly with a badly stifled

“Haa…Haa…Ashhoou”. George sneezed in his cupped hands and whispered

a quiet “Sorry”. But it seemed that no one noticed him, because they were hardly working

on the song. “Do you mind if I go quick to the toilet?”, George asked and tipped

on Paul’s shoulder. “Of course you can go”, Paul answered still staring at the lyrics,

they wrote on a piece of paper. Yawning George stood up and felt a bit dizzy.

He recovered and went into the empty bathroom. Now he couldn’t stop his runny nose

anymore with sniffling, so he took one of the papertowels and blew his nose violently.

“Oww, it feels so good to breath through the nose again…”, he thought and threw it

into the litter. He went quick on the toilet, washed his hands and returned to the

other three Beatles.

TBC?


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NOTES:

(*2) In My Life = Of course wasn’t this song written like this,
I only love the song, so I decided to take it for my story ;-)
It’s written by John in 1965 and it’s such a lovely song.
A masterpiece <3

Yes! Please continue! This is so sweet.!

I love this, please keep going!

Hey there =)
Thanks for reading,
if you have special wishes, which should happen in the story,
so please tell me, I'll try to satisfy them

Okay, here's the next part.
I'm sorry that it contains not so much sneezes,
but soon there'll be more.


“I’m back”, George announced quietly, but he got no answer.

He realized that they all had closed their eyes and leaned back.

He was confused and touched John’s arm cautious. “John?”, he asked.

Suddenly the three sleeping Beatles jumped off and yelled “BOOOO!!”

George squeaked like a little girl and jumped back.

He could feel his heart beaten quickly. “Oh men, that wasn’t fair.”, he laughed

and stuck out his tongue. “Yeaah, we know.”, Ringo answered with a grin,

“We’ve already paid, so let’s go home, it’s one o’clock.” “Oh yeah, of course”,

George muttered and groaned. He grabbed the jacket lying on his chair.

“Mhm? Isn’t that yours Ringo, is it?” Ringo took it and said, “Ahm, yeah,

you’re alright, it’s mine. I pulled it over you while you was asleep, because you

had shivered so badly.” George got blushed again and stumbled, “Oh ahm..

Thank you, but I think it’s not necessary that you take care of me,

I’m old enough to do it by myself.” He smiled and they went to the car.

Paul hadn’t drunken as much alcohol as the other Beatles, so he had to drive

home. They were too tired to go to their own houses, so they decided

to sleep at Paul’s one. It was convenient, because they had to rehearse the next day

for their concert the day after the following day. Paul gave a few warm blankets and

soft pillows to his friends and showed them their huge bedroom.

“Sleep very well!”, he said and went to his own bedroom. “Good Night”, they yelled back.

Their beds were very comfortable and they enjoyed lying in them.

They had a short talk before they went to sleep.

“Have you got an idea what we could play at the concert?”, Paul asked and looked around.

John mumbled, “I think “I’m Down” would be fab, I like to hear you singing this one.”

Paul grinned, “Yeah, or “Lang Tall Sally”. What about “Nowhere Man” ?”

“I dunno. You have lot’s of great songs.”, Ringo replied.

“That’s right. But it’s better to think about it tomorrow. Now it’s time to slee…haa…

sleeee…haa…ashooo …*sniff*…sleep, isn’t it?”, George suggested and sneezed wetly

in his cupped hands. “Bless”, John mumbled sleepy.

A few minutes later they all fall asleep. It was silent except George, who was snoring lightly.

Nice new piece. This story is so sweet..

Mmmm... I like, you're a wonderful writer :D

Oww...
But I really don't think, that I'm a particular good writer...
(Exspecially not in ENGLISH!!)
It's just, oww, I love the Beatles so much.
I want to cuddle George, if he's still alive,
but he passed away 7 years before... :'-(
Mhmmm...
Okay, let's talk 'bout another topic.
Well, here's the next part of my story.
Poor poor George
He had to sneeze like mad^^

In the late morning Ringo was the first one who woke up. Yawning he looked around the

huge room. John was laying on his stomach as usual and breathes silently.

To his other side, there was laying George. Ringo noticed, that George threw his pillow away

while he was sleeping, and snored lightly. He was confused, he never heard him snoring

before. He heared a few noises from downstairs, so he wanted to see what’s happening.

He stood up and tiptoed to the kitchen, where the sounds came from.

It was only Paul, who was preparing the kitchen table.

“Morning”, Ringo mumbled and sat down on the kitchen chair.

“Oh, morning Ringo. You’re as early awake as me ? That’s strange!”, Paul laughed

and took a few Jam Jars out of the fridge. “Yup, but I woke up, and it was impossible

to keep on sleeping, because George’s snoring loudly…”, Ringo groaned.

“Really? I never heard him snore, are you sure it wasn’t John? He’s snoring pretty much.”,

Paul asked and sat down beside him. “Dunno”, Ringo replied. Both were shocked when

the kitchen door got opened and John came in. “Morning lads”, he said with his usual

husky voice and sat down on one free kitchen chair next to them.

“Morning John. How did you sleep? Is George awake too? We could have breakfast.”,

Paul said and Ringo smiled. “No, but we should wake him. It’s nearly twelve o’clock,

we wanted to rehearse in one hour.”, John answered and went to the door. “Yeah, ‘kay”,

the others replied and followed him upstairs.

“Good Morning Georgie-Boy, we’ve already made breakfast.

Come on, get up George, and we’ll eat something.”,

Paul whispered smoothly and jiggled George’s arm gently.

“Lemme sleep…”, George mumbled still asleep and turned to his other side.

Paul looked confused and shook George’s arm tighter.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Ahmm.…Morning Lads”, he greeted them and crinkled his nose.

Oww crap, at least he was still feeling as tired as the day before.

It was the fault of the damn wet concert, he surely caught something there.

His nose was itchy again and he felt a sneeze coming.

“C’mon, let’s have breakfast!”, John suggested. George nodded, rubbing his nose,

unable to speech because he was hardly trying to hold it back.

He felt embarrassed to sneeze in front of them, although he did it more than 5 times

the day before, but they’re all so drunken, they surely forgot about it.

Finally George got his cute pre-sneeze face, turned his head away from them,

and sneezed twice in the crook of his elbow. “ Ha..a…ISHOoo, Ha…haa…ASHOo”

He felt his cheeks blushing red and sniffled, but the tickle in his nose hadn’t gone away.

“Blesses”, Ringo announced. The Beatles went downstairs and had a huge breakfast.

They got dressed and prepared themselves for the bandrehearsal.

In Paul’s Studio they switched on the microphones and amps and started playing

some songs. “Let’s do an old one”, John said, and Ringo suggested, “Yeah, what’s ‘bout

“Take Good Care Of My Baby” ?” “Pfff, If you want, of course. Hey George,

come along, you’re singing the Leadpart, aren’t you?”, he answered and played the riff at the

beginning. George stood next to the micro and started singing, “My tears are fallin’, ‘cause

you’ve taken her away. And though it really hurts me so, there’s something I gotta say-ay…

Taake good caaare of my baaaabyyy, please don’t ever make her bluuue, just tell her

that you love her, make sure you’re thinking of her, in everything you say or dooo…”

He noticed, that his voice sounded deeper as usual and was a bit congested.

He was very ashamed as he had to sneeze during the song, because he just couldn’t

play, sing and sneeze at the same time. He stopped singing and playing to cover his nose with

his cupped hands. Paul and John stopped playing, too and asked worried, “What’s up

George? Are you coming down with a cold? Since the morning you’re constantly sneezing.”

His cheeks turned cherry red and he mumbled, “I don’t know, maybe a little cold.

But nothing to worry abo…abouu…ahh..ASHOO..ah..HaaGNGG…Haa…Ahh ESHHOU.”

The tickle returned and made him sneeze three times. “Oww..Bless Yaa!”,

Paul saw him sniffling miserable, so he took a tissue box from the table and gave it to George.

“Thadk you…”, he answered stuffed up and took it thankfully. He turned away from the

others and blew his nose loudly. He had felt embarrassed enough, now it doesn’t count

anymore, he may blow his nose as loud as we want to.

But instead of making it better, the nose blowing made the tickle return stronger,

but he could hold back. “Should we try another song?”, John asked and played the

intro to “Ticket To Ride”. “Yeah.”, they answered and joined in playing.

But during the song George had a sneeze fit, about 8 or 9 sneezes, he sneezed uncovered

above his shoulder, so that he hadn’t to stop playing the song.

TBC......?

i love this fic....please write more!!

it's great and you're really not too bad at English.

if this continues farther, can we have some Ringo sneezing, please?

very nice fic so far! I am all for sneezy Beatles!

Holy shit.
I think I just died o.o
I am in MAD love with George! And this is coming from your average teen girl!
Great job my friend, GREAT job!!!

Oh this is great. I cant wait to read more.

@snzyn
Thank you =)
I wrote the next part, I hope you like it.

@ The artistic paws
Oh, thanks a lot, that's nice to hear.
George's my favourite as well,
he's sooo a cutie!!

@meepsy
Hihi, me too^^

@vampire sneeze
It's been a while since I wrote this fic,
I read it a few minutes ago and cringed when I spotted lots of mistakes....
But I studied dilligently, and I think now the story'll sound a bit better.

@justalittlemusic
Nice you like it ;-)

Okay, here it is, the next part ;-)
This time (exspecially for vampire_sneeze) with Ringo sneezing

Hope you enjoy.

After the song Paul patted him sympathically on his back and soothed,

“Lad, you don’t sound that good. Maybe it’d be really better if you try to get

some rest, huh?“ George protested weakly,” it’s just something in the air”, but he

couldn’t convince him. So he just nodded, his head ached terribly and all he

wanted was to sleep. He didn’t remember how he got upstairs, but eventually he

was in one of the beds, cuddled under nice, warm blankets.

The next morning came way too early for all of them.

Paul was the first one, who woke up, like every day. Yawning he rubbed his eyes

and stood to make breakfast. Sleepy he noticed, that his nose was a bit stuffy, but

he didn’t care and just snuffled. He toasted enough bread for him, Linda and his

band mates. When he was setting the table the door opened and John came into

the kitchen. “Mornin’ Paul”, he yelled in his usual husky voice and cleared his

throat “Can I help ya?”, he asked and sat down on a chair. “No thanks, I’ve

finished right now.” Paul answered and heard, that his voice sounded a bit

congested. He sat down next to John and yawned. “Did ya sleep well?”, he asked

John, who seemed to be still sleepy. “Huh? Ahm, yeah, I think so. You?”, he

answered surprised. “Yeah, but I’m still kinda tired…”, Paul mentioned. “Me

too”,, John agreed and scratched his chin. “Well, we should wake the others, I’m

hungry.” His mate nodded. Both went upstairs and saw Ringo sitting on the edge

of George’s bed and talking to him with a soothing voice. He turned around when

both entered the room. George coughed harshly into his pillow and threw his

blanket away. “I’m feeling so hot…”, he groaned and his feverish face shimmered

sweaty. “Oh my…You look awful George! How did that happen?”, Paul stuttered

and sat down on the other edge of the bed. Carefully he put his hand on George’s

forehead and felt his temperature. “Oh man, you’re burning up, you’d better stay

here and take some rest. Can I get you something?” “No…Thanks, just wanna

sleep…”, he mumbled and closed his eyes. “Poor guy”, Ringo whispered and

followed the others quietly out of the room. Sympathically he took a last look on

George and closed the door silently.

“Damn”, John said and the three Beatles sat down on the sofa. “Poor Georgie-

Boy, he could have caught the death yesterday.”, Ringo said, “Well…Actually we

as well.”, Paul added when he saw a sudden expression on Ringos face.

Concentrated he pinched the bridge of his nose, snuffled and bit on his lower lip.

Finally he put his hand down and sighed luckily. “What can we do? We’ve got an

important concert tomorrow, what’s if…”, Paul asked but got interrupted with a

loud “Hueshh….”. Ringo turned his head away, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He muffled a second and a third sneeze in the crook of his elbow. He sniffled and

wiped his nose with his sleeve. “Bless ya”, John and Paul said. “Thanks”, Ringo

muttered and rubbed his nose, that was still tickling. Paul continued, “…what’s if

George’s too weak to play? He looks like he’s gonna die.” Ringos nostrils

fluttered even though he pinched his nose tightly. Again he turned his head away

and tried to stifle his mighty sneezes in the crook of his elbow. With watery eyes

and runny nose he looked up. Finally he let out an unstifled, loud “Huueeshh”,

then he was finished. Paul as well as John stared at Ringo and repeated their

blessings. “Dammit”, Ringo muttered and sniffed miserable. “D’ya need a

tissue?”, Paul asked him and offered him the tissue box.

(TBC?)

That was a great chapter. Cant wait to read more.

looks good! please continue!

*squee* thanks girl you're fab!

Excellent chapter! You'd expect such big sneezes from Ringo because of his large nose

why not
The only Beatle I've ever heard sneezing was Paul,
and he sneezes just soooo wet that it makes you cringe *g*
But rather cute =)

@LovelyLinda- A-are you serious? You've heard Macca sneeze!?
*squeak* I'd PAY to see that! Time to go Google it.

@ Artistic Paws

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was him,
I've got an audiofile ;-)
They were rehearsing "Something",
or I'd better say, they were discussing about "Something".
I uploaded it on youtube,
but I got a rude comment by a non fetishist,
so I deleted it.
But if you want me to,
I'll send it to you ;-)
It's really cute,
John talks about cauliflowers,
and then you hear a wet "hu...pfsschh.."
Can't spell it, it just sounds soooo incredibly wet *laugh*
Paulie is sooo cute!!!

Please send it to me! And thank you in advance what a perfect birthday present!

Hey folks =)
Here's the next part.
Maybe it's not that long,
but there is a very cute scene with george in bed !!
Hope you enjoy,
Love Linda

“Thanks”, Ringo muttered and took one to give his slightly big nose a violent blow until his

ears hurt. “Oh no, you won’t tell me that you’re coming down with a cold, huh?”, John asked

half bitter and half sympathically. “Dunno, I hope not”, Ringo answered and let out a slighty

cough. The bassplayer got up and went in the kitchen to make a big pot of tea. He handed

John and Ringo two cups and then went upstairs with one for George. “I’m upstairs folks, just

looking for George.”, he mentioned and went upstairs. Silently he opened the door and tiptoed

into the room. It seemed as George was sleeping, so Paul sat down beside him on the edge of

the bed gently pulling back his friends brown bangs and putting his hand on his forehead.

George was still burning up but had goosebumps and was shivering heavily. Paul picked up

the blanket that George threw at the ground and tucked him in, trying not to wake him. But he

failed. His mate blinked and opened weakly his heavy eyes. “Oh…Crap..I didn’t want to hurt

you…”, Paul whispered guiltily and stroke his arm. “Don’t worry…I wasn’t really asleep.”,

George mumbled, turned away from Paul and coughed heavily. His mate helped him to sit up

so that he could breath easier. “Uhm, I got you some a cuppa tea, d’ya wanna drink a sip?”, he

asked and offered him the steaming hot cup. “Oh, thanks man, would be great, my bloody

throat hurts like hell.”, George replied hoarsely, grabbed the cup thankfully and took a little

gulp. The heat of the tea cleared his sinuses a bit and did a good job to his congestion but also

irritated his nose slightly. After another sip he sniffed forcefully and rubbed his nose

vigorously, but he couldn’t stop his breath from hitching. “Dammit”, he gasped, turned his

head away from Paul and raised one hand to cover his nose. “HueISHhh, H’eiShoouu”, he

sneezed twice helplessly and spilt tea all over the blanket. Sniffling he whispered a

“Aww…Sorry Paul…”when he noticed the mess he made. With a caring look at him Paul

blessed him and got a towel to dry the blanket. When the blanket wasn’t soaking wet anymore

George reached for a tissue to blow his stuffed up nose gently. He always was a pretty shy

boy, he hated drawing attention to himself, propably that’s why they called him “the quiet

Beatle”. He blushed slightly when he noticed Paul looking at him. “Well, and how you’re

feeling now?”, the bassplayer wanted to know and moved nearer to him, to warm him up a

bit. “Like crap…”, George muttered. “I dunno where I caught this flaming cold. I have a cold

and a cough and a sore throat, and a cold, yeah…and a cough. Did I mention the sore throat?

Dammit!! Please do me a favour…Kill meeeee…”, he groaned and hid under his blanket like

a little child. “Naah, I won’t kill ya…”, Paul soothed.

(TBC)?

<3 I love it please post more

more please! its really good!

AWWW OMG! I love it, Linda, I totally love it!
Poor cute feverish Georgie-boy.

Absolutely LOVELY!! Poor Beatles! Write more! I'm anxious to see what happens next.

Awww thanks for your lovely comments =)
I'm sorry, I wrote the last part in a hurry and made plenty of mistakes,
I wrote rubbish like "some a cuppa tea", I meant "some tea" or "a cuppa tea",
I mixed it together =P
Well, I'm still busy at school, but I think I'll write the next part today or tomorrow,
so you know what happens to our cute Beatles ;-)
Does someone wants Paul to get sick?
I already made him feel a few symptoms like stuffy nose etc *grin evily*
But they're all so cute, wanna hold Georgie tight and cuddle him <3

Hmm... Paul being sick is quite a lovely thought <3
While I'm on that topic, according to my amazing friend Katie, her aunt is neighbors with Paul McCartney! I'm dead serious and NOT joking.

i love the idea of Paul coming down with a cold! cant wait to see how you decide to go about the rest of the story!

It would be lovely to see Paul getting sick, I had imagined it was going to happen since I've read about his slight symptoms.
I wish I could cuddle George as well.

@ Artistic Paws
Oh my gosh!!! You're not kidding me? Paul's got plenty of houses,
well, do you mean the one in London, St, Johns Wood near Abbey Road?
Oh my....Would it be possible to get me an autograph?
I'm dying to see him, I saw him the first time about 2 months ago live in concert.
And still such a gorgeous lad =)
Uhhhh....I actually would PAAAAY for it,
sorry if I'm a total bugger, but uhh....do you think it would be possible?

@Silent Sophie
UHh yeahhh, I'd love to see Paul sneezing =P
I only have a wav, and that's all, but I'm sure
he's a pretty nice (wet...) sneezer ^^
I'll get him sick in the story
ANd Georgie-Boy *sigh* he's just perfect!!
Uh, did I tell you, that I wrote his wife Olivia?
She sent me a greeting card back *grin*
but unfortunately no autograph...

@blackrose
yummy, paul's just adorable
Yeah, I'll decide like you,
Paul definetly should suffer a nice sneezy cold^^

Okay guys
I wrote the next part by hand,
so I only have to type it in here,
give me a bit time, then I'll continue^^

@Linda- it's a house here in America, I think... I'll have to ask Katie again. She said she may not get to meet him, but she might, and I want her to bring me with her so no promises on the autograph, but I can try...

Okay, here's the next part =)
Paul's not sick yet, but someone wanted Ringo sneezing,
so he's got a nice little fit
And the end of this part is a little favourite part of me,
the scene where George's sitting on his bed ^^
Here we go:

Suddenly the door opened and Ringo and John entered the room. “Hey lad, feelin’ better?”,

they asked. “I don’t think so, it’s even getting worser.”, he sighed and presses his hand against

his aching head. “D’ya want us to go, or may we stay here beside ya?”, John wanted to know.

“I don’t mind.”, he answered and rubbed his eyes sleepy. Ringo sat down beside his mate on

the edge of his bed and stroked lovingly over Georges hair. Weakly smiling George bedded

his head on Rinos lap and closed his heavy eyes. He was just before to fall sleep when he

noticed Ringo breathing unregulary. Carefully he looked up to him and saw him vigorously

rubbing his nose. He shut his eyes again when his breathing seemed quiet normal. Suddenly

he felt Ringo’s stomach rise a bit and his breath hitching. Immediately his friend raised a hand

up to his face and pinching his nose to stifle his sneezes. “Huh…gnnnxt, He…Hignccht,

Huh…ignnnntch”. His whole body trembled by the force of the sneezes, and he didn’t want to

wake George, so he tried to stifle another row of violent sneezes in his hands. “Eww….”, he

groaned because his ears hurt and sniffed miserable. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and

leaned on the wall. The sickly George felt the urge to cough but was too embarrassed to spray

his germs all over his friends lap, so he tried to hold it back as good as he could. But he failed

terribly and gasped a few times ‘till Ringo helped him to sit up. He was unable to speak and

bursted out in a bad coughing fit. Between his hacking and painful coughs he croaked a

pitiful, “Gee, that sucks”. The bassist returned into the roam, sat down on the other edge of

the bed and offered John and Ringo to have breakfast while he’s taking care of George. Both

nodded thankfully, ‘cause they got really hungry, and went downstairs to eat something.

Sympathically Paul rubbed George’s arm and asked smoothly, “Can I get you something to

eat? Or at least something to drink? Any other wishes?”. George finally finished coughing and

replied hoarsely, “Nah, thanks, I’m not really hungry. But a glass of water, or tea would be

fine if you don’t mind.” He cleared his throat and sniffed unsuccessfully to remove a sudden,

irritating sensation in his nose, “No problem, I’ll return in a few seconds.”, Paul promised and

left the room. The tickle in his nose grew and he really needed to sneeze, but it seemed as the

sneeze was stuck. Repeatetly his breath hitched and made him gasp, but the sneeze wouldn’t

come out. Maybe blowing his nose would remove the tickle that was bothering him so hardly.

He reached for a tissue, unfolded it and gave his nose a gentle blow. It didn’t really help, the

only reaction was, that the tickle got stronger. “Huh…”, George gasped and filled his lungs

with air. “Hah…he…huh…damn…oh…he…heh…huhh..”, his breath hitched and he tried to

look at a bright light to force them out. His mate Paul entered the room again carrying a tray

with tea and cookies and saw him sitting on his bead with mouth widely opened taking

several quick breaths.

(TBC?)

Awww! Amazing! Please write more ^^

of course we want you to continue!

Oh... oh my god... what a sweet hurt/comfort!
I love it more and more!
Aw, you stopped it in while building of the sneeze, you cruel! XD



You didn't tell me, and wow! Pity for the autograph, but still, it's great.

jepp, I'm so cruel =P
But I'll continue today, so don't worry!
Uhh...yeah, if you want me do, I can give you Olivia's address,
maybe she'll answer^^
I waited for more than 7 months, but it's okay,
I was just so amazed when there actually was a letter from london to me^^

@Artistic Paws
Yeaah, that would be sooooo great!
Could you ask her...? Pleeeease?
I would be so happy I think I would collapse *grin*

Collapsing is good, right? Lol I'll ask her on Tuesday once we're back in school (Today is a snow day)

Hey there =)
Here's the next part.
I'll post another one today,
so hope you enjoy^^

Awww, and Paulie's just too cute,
with his incredibly wet, girly sneezes
*squeaaaaaal*

“I’ve got you some tea with milk and sugar.”, he announced and placed the mug on his bed

table. Still with breath hitching George tried to speak, “Tha…Thank..”, but then finally had to

sneeze. “Haeeeshoou, Ha..Huh..Eshhh.”. Quickly he turned his away and cupped his hands

over his nose and mouth, just in time to catch wearily another “Heashhh…”. “Oh holy fuck”,

he muttered when he realized that he wasn’t done. Helpful Paul offered him a tissue because

his breath was hitching again. “Huh…eeSHHH”, he sneezed violently in the tissue and blew

his nose wetly. “Finished? Oh my goooood, bless you dear!”, Paul said and sat down beside

him. George looked at him with watery eyes and coughed weakly, “Wanna die…….”, Paul

cuddled him softly and kissed him gently on the forehead. “You’d better get some rest. We’ll

rehearse without you, is that okay? If you need someone, just call me, yeah?”, Paul secured

him and handed him the mug with the tea. “okay…thanks”, George mumbled and took a sip.

Paul switched the light off and left the room. Soon George fell asleep and snore softly. The

three Beatles had finished having breakfast and sat down on the sofa. “Hey lads”, Paul greeted

and joined them. “Well, wanna rehease a few songs?”, Ringo wanted to know and drummed

on his tights. “Yeah, okay, let’s go to the studio in the cellar.”, he answered and grabbed his

bass, that was standing, still unpacked in its case, beside the couch table. There was no

radiator in the studio, so it was awful cold when they entered it and plugged their electric

guitars in. Ringo sat down by the drums. Paul shivered and rubbed his hands to warm him up

a bit. “What about “The Night Before” ?”, John suggested,

Paul simply nodded and counted, “One, two, three, four” “We said our good-byes, whoaaaaa,

the night before…”, John hardly tried to remember the chords, Paul sang heavily out of tune

and Ringo got off the beat. “Uh, that’s too fast!”, Paul squeaked and counted for another take.

This time Ringo was drumming better, Paul sang the leadpart and John joined in with the

backing vocals. The first half of the song sounded quiet well, but suddenly Paul felt an

annoying tickle and shook frantically his head to stop it. With no success. They sang a few

more verses when he crinkled his nose, because the tickle grew immensely. “…Whoaaa, the



night befo…uhh…pffeshhhh, hic’cheewww”, Paul sneezed towards the ground so that he

must not stop playing guitar. Quick he sniffed the mess back and joined in the second

“Whoaaa, the night before….” When they finished the song, Paul scanned his pockets for a

tissue and found a crumpled one. He unfolded it and wiped his nose, that got slightly runny.

Sniffling he asked, “What’s about “Act Naturally”? Cheer up, Rings!” Silly grinning Ringo

switched on his microphone when Paul changed his bass with Georges guitar. He played the

intro and Ringo started singing, “Theeeeey gonna put me in the moovieeees, they gonna make

a big star out of meeee. They make a film about a man that’s sad and lonelyyyyyy, and all

I’ve got to do is – act naaaaturally….” Paul attempted to sing the backing vocals but his voice

faded frequently. After another song they made a break. John rubbed over his eyes and

moaned, “I dunno why, but I’m damn tired.”, Paul agreed yawning, “Uh…Me as well…” “I

think it’s useless to rehearse without George, if he’s not playing tomorrow, then I won’t play

as well.”, Ringo mumbled and sighed. “Yeah…you’re right…”, Paul nodded, and John

suggested to go upstairs in the living room, because it was just too cold here.

Aww that was a good chapter. Cant wait to read more.

you'll get more ;-)
I just need to type the text in,
I don't think it will last that long.

thanks lovelylinda.