"Oh my god there it goes again" Neil groaned
John made an attempt at laughing but then felt the van teeter slightly and grabbed onto the railing over his head with and tight-lipped smile.
"Is it supposed to roll this much?" George asked Paul
Paul just shrugged and kicked his legs, which where hanging out of the now open sliding back door.
Gabrielle had decided to concentrate on something other then the jerky movements of the vessel she was sitting on. This time it wasn’t Paul. She pulled a sketch-pad out from her bag. Homework would be due on Monday in her drawing class. Honestly, the only reason she was in a drawing class was to keep Cynthia- who was enrolled permanently in the school, not only half time like Gabby.
"Oh fucking hell" She muttered, ruining another piece of paper. Balling it up she tossed it at John’s head.
"Oy" he laughed "That was me head"
"John" she whined "Will you draw something for art class for me. I’m shite at everything and I’m only taking the class cause of yer Girlfriend"
"Now, Now, Now" John chastised "That would be cheatin’ me dear"
"Since when have you cared about morals and that Lennon?" George sniggered. He promptly got the ball of wadded up drawing paper in the head.
Gabrielle sighed and stared at the new piece of paper "I’m Shit" she repeated and drew a big circle.
"What is it?" John asked leaning over her shoulder and squinting down at the giant oblique circle.
"The…. Earth" she snorted with laughter and John looked amused. "It’s the earth" she nodded
"Gizzus ‘ere" He beckoned the sketch-pad and paper from her. She handed them over willingly and John paused for a minute before he doodled a few things. Gabrielle but her lip and tried to look.
Ah yes. Scribbles. The Lennon view of human beings.
"There" he said when he finished and handed it back "Now the world has music"
"Does it?" she looked down and tried to figure out what she was looking at "Where?"
"There" John jabbed his index finger at the four main scribble people "That’s us. See. Music"
Gabrielle laughed, delighted. "Oh gear. I get it. Which one is which?"
"Er… the fat one is George" John nodded "Being that Our Kid over there is a heifer, Ain’t you Georgie!"
"Oh aye" George ginned lazily and dropped his head against the cold metal interior of the van. "That would be me. I’m a right Heifer"
"He should be any road" Peter spoke up "the way he eats"
"Shut up Harrison" George giggled. His brother rolled his eyes as if it were the most immature thing he’d ever seen.
"That one’s you?" Gabrielle asked, ignoring the brotherly banter.
"Yeah, that’s me" he drew two quick circles and a line between them "And ‘e’s bloody blind as a bat like me too"
Gabrielle laughed and shook her head "So who’s that.. Pete or Paul?"
"Shh…" John pressed his finger to his lips "Drummers make noise not music. He isn’t special enough. That one’s you" John pointed to one on the end and grinned. "Yea, see because yer a heifer as well"
"H I know" she rolled her eyes "Must keep off those digestive cookies"
John sniggered and took the pen from her hand again. In a two quick strokes he turned the blobby oval with two blobby round arms and two bloody round legs and no hair into a girl. He drew two curvy lines and some long hair and said "ta da. I give you Gabbah Bird"
"That one’s Paul I guess"
"Yeah" John nodded "Notice how he’s staring at her"
Gabrielle wasn’t sure what he meant by that. She looked up for an answer but got an insane trilling laugh instead.
"What’s that mean?" she asked
John gave her a cheeky grin and stifled his laughter so not as to appear mad. Or... maybe just to appear more mad. "Never you mind" he said in his dirty old man voice.
The boat rolled. Gabrielle leaned against John, trying to steady herself and yet feeling unfazed. She quickly wrote their names under each of the little scribble Lennon people. And then she had an idea
"Wait a tick, sign this"
"Sign it?" John repeated, looking bewildered "Why?"
"Cause, you’ll be famous one day and it’ll be worth sommat" she grinned
John nodded and took the pen, signing his loopy signature. "You sign yourself as well" he urged, wrapping her fingers around the pen and directing it to the fingers.
"Leggo" she mumbled, "I can write you know"
"Sure you can" he nodded
"Sod off" she giggled and signed her name under her picture. "How’s that? I’m never gonna be famous so I don’t need a very cool signature"
"That’s not true" John laughed "Here do it like this" he took the pen and wrote two huge cursive ‘G’s and then made a bunch of squiggle lines in between. "Nothing needs to be boring"
"Not with you around" she giggled
Paul had been starring out at the wormy water. He pursed his lips, only half listening to John and Gabrielle’s banter. Most of his mind was working out which of George’s many Irish cousins was named Jenny French. He couldn’t remember but knew it would be fun.
He blinked, hearing Gabrielle laughing at something John said. George was leaning back with an amused but seasick look on his face. "What’s going on?" he asked the lead guitarist
"They’re being kids" George shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Have a fag?"
"Yeah" Paul rummaged around in his pants pockets and found a packet of fags and a lighter. He held one out to George who placed it between his lips and leaned forward for a light. Paul lit one for himself and took a long drag off of it "So which one is Janie French"
"The red head" George mumbled exhaling smoke and leaning back
Paul grinned around his ciggie "Well… they’re Irish… most of em are"
"Oh yeah" George nodded, grinning "Well... er… she’s sort of tall. Sort of lanky like me"
"Lanky or a skinny little arse" Paul chuckled
"Oh shut up" George rolled his eyes "At least I don’t look like a girl"
"Yes you do"
"Fuck off"
"Gabrielle and John dissolved into a new round of giggles over the paper they were holding. Paul held his hand out for it
"What is it?" he asked impatiently
"It’s for me art class" Gabrielle sniggered
"Oh right" Paul let his eyes skim over it for a minute. His lips curved into a smile. Can I have the pen?"
She threw it at him and he caught it easily "You can have a boring signature" he told her, writing "Is not" under John’s curvy arrow pointing to a crossed out "Gabrielle Gallagher". He drew a few more lines such as one labeled ‘earth’ that pointed to the big circle earth thing. And one labeled ‘Skinny Arse’ pointing to George.
"Hey" George grabbed it away from Paul and wrote ‘Girl’ Pointing to Paul’s head.
"Give it here" Gabrielle held her hands out for the paper. This continued for a bit until the got bored of poking fun at each other. Gabrielle looked at it and shook her head "Bloody idiots"
"Hold this" Peter handed her his fag held his hand out for the paper. She gave it to him. Still giggling to herself.
"Yer all mad" he told them folding it up again and handing it back to her. As they exchanged Cigarette and Paper the boat rolled left and Peter dropped the paper. Gabriella made to grab it before it blew away but unfortunately still had a lighted fag dangling from her fingers.
"You lit it on fire!" John laughed, he fell over as the boat rolled back again, knocking him into Paul. Gabrielle and Pete both blew on the bit of paper, trying not to burn themselves and extinguish it at the same time.
John, Paul, Neil and Pete (drummer) were in hysterics. Falling about laughing and ignoring the boat as it rolled possibly the most it had the whole hour they were on it. The flame went out and Gabrielle looked disgruntled at the glowing embers that took off a chunk of the paper.
"Fucking hell" she muttered "Fucking boat"
As if to justify itself, the boat rocked left a tiny bit and then careened right. Neil whined uneasily and secured his hands on the steering wheel as if that would help them. Peter and Pete grabbed onto the railing and watching with amusement as Gabby and the other Beatles smashed into each other. An Amp slid across the floor with a crack of thunder and George caught it as well as the Gabrielle’s bag that slid towards him.
"Lennon you fucking heifer yer siting on me fucken foot" Gabrielle whined shoving at John.
"God, yer both on me" Paul groaned "How much do you weigh?"
"I weight twenty-four stone" Gabrielle announced loudly
John positioned himself in her lap and crossed his legs throwing his arms around her neck. ""ello Gabby" he laughed
"Hello luv" she replied "Get off me fucken foot"
"I’m not on yer foot" John pretended to grumble "It’s George"
"George get off me foot!"
"I’m stuck behind this fucken amp. Bloody Christ Paul, why did you get a forty watt"
"It’s not that big" Paul protested "But you know. Lennon get the fuck off me"
"Christ you guys are so unorganized" Peter shook his head, laughing
"Oy, Peter, Will you take a picture of us, Mate?" Gabrielle kicked at her bag "Me camera’s in there"
"Why do you want a picture of you all faffnig about lie idiots?" Pete wanted to know
"Fuck off" they chorused and busted up laughing.
"Here George, get on" Gabrielle encouraged
John batted his eyelashes at him "Come ‘ead Harrison"
"Paul will be crushed" George pointed out, heaving the amp back into place. The boat rolled again and this time George and Paul banged heads against each other much to the childish and easily amused delight of John and Gabby.
"Shut up" George muttered, a grin forming on his lips none the less "Yer like bloody kids. You don’t’ get to hang around with Lennon any more Gabs"
"He’s me new third best friend" Gabs laughed
"Only third?"
"Well Cyn and George come in first"
Peter picked up the still ashy bit of paper they’d all drawn on. "What d’you want me to do with this?" he asked
"Stick in the little case" Gabrielle instructed while John gave George mock come-hither looks that sent the lead guitarist into a giggling fit.
"Yeah, the one my Camera goes in. There. Now take a picture"
"What do I press?" Peter asked
Neil turned around to see what they ere doing. "You waste so much film on these prats"
"We love you Neil" Paul called
"Oh aye" George crawled over to the mound of people and shrugged "What now?"
"Press the red bit. I have it all set up, a flash should go off" Gabrielle told Peter.
John grabbed George by the collar and pulled him on top of Gabrielle. She snorted and put her arms around them instinctively.
"One on each arm" Paul observed
"Ah, and one underneath" she joked
"Yeah, my legs are going numb" Paul nodded, looking bemused
"OK, one two, three" Peter said. A flash went off and caught George in the middle of telling Paul to stop feeling him up.
"I’m not!" Paul exclaimed, poking his head through George and Gabrielle’s arms and looking indignant.
Peter and Neil exchanged a look. Peter took another picture.
"Don’t touch me arse" George laughed,
"You have no arse" Paul giggled back
The boat rolled knocking them off their little stack Gabrielle landed on top of John. George landed on her. Paul planted his elbows on the three of them who seemed in no hurry to go anywhere and smiled cheekily for the camera.
Peter took another one. "Always the center of attention pretty boy"
"Can I help it if I’m lovely?" Paul sniggered getting groans from the others
"He’s in love with himself" Neil moaned
The four friends struggled to sit up "Quick a couple more before the boat rocks us all over gain" Gabrielle said holding her arms out for them to crowd around her. John and Paul on one side George on the other. They locked arms and grinned cheekily. Peter took the picture
"Beautiful, Johnny baby, that’s great Sally-Jim" he said in a mock American accent
"I know I am, but Paul’s prettier" John laughed
They stuck their tongues out, made cripple faces and sucked their cheeks in. Peter took a picture. Gabrielle leaned her head towards George while Paul and John busted up laughing as John pretended to cop a feel off of Paul’s imaginary breast. Peter took a picture. She smacked a kiss on Paul’s cheek and John yelled over their heads to George. Another picture. George puckered his lips up a Gabrielle leaned in to give him a kiss. Paul and John did the same. Talking in little old lady voices as the pecked on each others lips "Eh!? Eh!? Eh!?" John yelled while Paul made kissy sounds at his best friends. Another picture.
"Fucken queers" Pete muttered
"Oh come on" Gabrielle abashed, they all looked over at him, with amused looks on their faces, knowing what was to come "Don’t’ be jealous Pete. Butt love isn’t al it’s cracked up to be"
He glared at her.
Peter took another picture.
