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[with-eyes-closed]

Beatles Fic snippet

“You got the paper?” Paul asks, and George nods, scruffing about in the pockets of his school blazer for the folded up back page of The Liverpool Echo, the bit with the ads for odds and ends, because sometimes there’s somethin’ worthwhile in there – whole (although usually broken) instruments and catgut strings and old radios and records for bands they’ve never even heard of (and often that’s better, because it’s half the way he and Ian and George have learnt new chords).

Paul plucks the paper from George’s hands, snapping it open and holding it out so Ivan can read it over his shoulder too, even though he knows they won’t be looking for the same thing. Vaguely, he can see George’s friend lean in to whisper something in his ear, and Paul ignores him, gaze skimming over an ad for a typewriter and another seeking factory labourers, when he hears George say:

“Thought I’d see you lot at Garston on the weekend.”

The stretch of coast along the Mersey between Speke and Garston is a regular haunt for most of the kids on the estates, at least during the day before night fell and it becomes a home for the one-legged drunks spending their war pensions on prozzies, and it’s a game of sorts. To go down there on the weekends and look for salt-crusted bullet shells washed up on the shore or beer bottles to break against the coastal rocks. They’d found a girl’s knickers once, twisted up with hogweed and newspaper near translucent from chip shop oil, and taken turns playin’ their keeper until Willie Dreck’s mam had found them in his room and beat him for the crime of it.

Paul hasn’t gone lately though, not since his recent growth spurt left him able to slip into pubs and clubs alongside Ivan and Ian. Left him able to brush up against real girls with soft skin and wool skirts and smiles that were more knowing than Paul ever thought a girl’s could be.

“I was busy,” Paul offers, still distracted, but he feels both George and Ivan’s gaze on him, not heavy exactly, but present as he finds an ad for a pianola with a missing pedal. Briefly, he wonders if John could play it, then, just as quick, if he could play it better. The thought licks like a cat tongue, rough and real, and he folds the paper in half to centre the ad, to hold it one handed and use the other to push the last inch of his cigarette into his mouth.

There must be something in the moment of it – a look on George’s face or maybe one on his, because Ivan huffs out a breath, turns to George and gives him the answer Paul hasn’t:

“I took him to see that band I play in sometimes at Woolton. The Quarrymen. You heard of them?”

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