Hey everyone! So this is my first Beatles fanfic, so I would loooove some constructive criticism! Thx1! And can u guys tell me which charming member is ur fav? Thx! Well, on with the story!

Chapter 1

"MA! WHERE ARE MY SHOES?" I yelled in frustration, I have been looking for my shoes for half an hour, now! I really had to get to school. If I didn't hurry up, I'd get a detention.

"I HAVE THEM DOWN HERE, ABIGAIL!" yelled my mom from downstairs. I rushed downstairs, almost falling on my head. By mistake, I slept in early. The cause was that I was having ANOTHER Beatles dream. There were all four of them, dresses in their skinny pants and t-shirts. Oh my god, they looked so hot and adorable! And in the middle, stood George Harrison, the love of my life. He looked into my eyes, and he grinned, oh that grin! I know people might think I'm crazy, but his fangs on either side of his mouth make him HOTTER! He pulled me close, his face centimeters from mine, still grinning. He leaned down, our lips about to touch, when I was awakened from my mother yelling for me to get the fuck out of bed.

I hurried out the door, shoving a a piece of toast down my throat. Uuuugh! Why do they have to charm me with all their hotness? My second favourite member was Ringo Starr. I loved it when he did the hair flip thing when he was drumming! And that smile, it makes me want to faint! Then comes the cheeky, cutie-pie, Paul McCartney. He reminded me of the cutest chipmunk in the world! Last but not least, John Lennon. His sense of humour, his laugh made up his awesome personality. I never really liked Yoko Ono, though…I didn't really know what he saw in her.

I neared school and broke into a run and burst through the doors. I was so close to being late! I hurried to my first class; geography, my least favourite subject. The day seemed to go on forever! I just wanted to go home and listen to Beatles songs over and over again!

Finally, the day ended and I came back home, flopping down onto my bed exhausted. I guess I drifted off because when I woke up, it was 1:30 in the morning. Wait, I didn't hear the usual snores that came from my mother's room. Oh! That's right! My mother went on business trip this morning for Kansas and she won't be back for a few weeks. My dad left us when I was one year's old. I never knew why. He just…left. I was about to go back to sleep, but I heard a rustling sound downstairs, followed by voices. But they weren't any kind of voices; they were voices that belonged to boys. BOYS! There were boys in my house! I took my emergency steel pole and walked down the stairs quietly. The noise was coming from the kitchen.

"Shut up, you twit! You're going to wake people up!" Exclaimed a man's voice, around 23 years old. He had a Liverpool accent, like me. Oh no. If their 20 and I'm eighteen, I don't even want to think about the things that they can do to me.

"All right, John! Stop naggin' me!" Wait…John. Lennon. And that voice was Ringo. Starr.

"Both of you just shut it!" and Paul. McCartney. Was I dreaming? I pinched my arm, a thousand times, and it left a huge red mark. Nope, not dreaming.

"You're annoyin', you know that?" Oh. My. Effing. God. That was the voice of my true love, the one and only, George Harrison. I slowly leaned the pole against the wall, leaving it there. I didn't want to scare them. Wait a minute…John and George are dead! How are they here?

Slowly, I peered into the kitchen, and my breath caught in my throat. The Beatles were standing right in front of me. Right in front of me…RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!

"HOLY SHIT!" I yelled, causing everyone to snap their head in my direction. Realizing I'm only wearing a tight tank top and short jean shorts for the first time I started to blush, making Paul grin, and I wanted to faint. "Ummm…sorry. I just didn't think that the one and only Beatles would be standing in my direction, and Ringo stuffing his face with cherry flavoured pop tarts," I said, making the three other boys look at Ringo.

"Sorry… I was hungry," he said, a hint of guilt in his voice, as he wiped crumbs from his face. And I wanted to run over and hug him, maybe run my hand through his hair…

Stop it, Abby. The Beatles are in your house. Introduce yourself, and ask them why they're here.

"My name is Abigail Lust, but you can call me Abby." I said, waiting for a response, and I got the best one, George grinned at me.

"I think Abby Lust is a pretty name," He said, causing my heart to flutter.

"Nice words, there, Georgie," Snickered Ringo and I had to grin at that comment. George blushed a teensy bit, and looked into my eyes. All I could do is stare, I never wanted to stop. I didn't even feel uncomfortable.

"Awkward…" Said Paul, and John smirked.

"Well I already know who you guys are," I said. And you're really hot… I thought.

"Looks like we got ourselves quite a good looking bird." Said John, making me blush a bit and then glare at John. Everyone else was grinning at John's comment. And was Paul checking me out? I tried to ignore it.

"It's nice to meet you Abby!" Ringo said breaking the silence as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I did, and electric shock ran through my arm, in a good way.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked curiously. They all looked at each other, smiles on their faces, and John spoke up first.

"Well, we can actually time travel. All we have to do is hold each other's hands and I snap my fingers. Wherever I want to go, we'll go." He finished, a smile still lingering on his face.

"Well that doesn't explain why you're in my kitchen…" I said.

"We'll get to that later," said Paul, a smile playing at his lips.

"Ummmm…OK." I said, still looking at all of them.

"Well, watcha waiting for?" Paul exclaimed suddenly, a puzzled look beginning to form on my face.

"Well, you're coming with us, right?" he continued, and everyone looked at him, nodded, and looked back at me all I could do was nod and smile. IM GOING BACK IN TIME WITH THE BEATLES! I thought, completely ecstatic and surprised. We went into a line, holding hands. George handed me his hand, and I took it, a warm feeling spreading through my body. John snapped his fingers and we arrived in the Beatles apartment with a thud. This was all my hopes and dreams coming true.