Author's FIRST note: Hey guys! Welcome to Maybe More Than a Teddy Boy Written by The one and only kittykatlol100. This is my first Fic EVER so go easy on me, I really hope you like it. I DON'T OWN THE BEATLES and stuff like that, but if I did Georgie mine! Also I might be changing some of the history be-hide the Beatles like what school they went to, what street they live in etc.
P.S: I really bad at updating so.. yeah. HERE WE GO
P.S.S: If you dislike this, please leave a comment on how I can make it better!
P.S.S.S: I am also really bad at correct punctuation and spelling.
P.S.S.S.S: The places that are 'in' Edison aren't real places, so if you go to Edison you won't find them there.
LET'S START THIS WONDERFUL JOURNEY!
CHAPTER 1
Avril POV:
"BEEEEP" My mom swerves out of the right lane after almost getting hit by a car in the passing lane.
"That was a close one, I don't think I gotten used to the different sides of the lanes yet." My mom says whiling smiling. She notices that she has a piece of hair in her face. She brushes the piece of her golden hair out of her striking green eyes.
My mother is 35 and looks about 21, she had me when she was 19. During the first couple of months after when I was born my father left us because he wasn't ready to commit to having a child. This broke my mom's heart and she was all alone to take care of me. She tried to go her parents' house for help, but they rejected her, leaving my mother and 2 month me nowhere to go. My mom struggled with trying to find food, water and a roof over my head, but sometimes she was able to get a little of what she needed and what I needed. That's until she met my step-dad on the boardwalk while begging for some extra cash, he instantly fell in love with my mom and bing-bada-boom they got married.
We all moved to Edison, New Jersey I been living there since. This summer Michael (step-father) got a job at a recording studio in Liverpool. He told us that we had to leave. Which meant to I had to say goodbye to Edison, New Jersey, all of my friends and my boyfriend Robert McCoy...
My mom quickly looks at what I was wearing(my red flats, blue jeans rolled up at the ends, My sleeveless red blouse with white small polka dots all over it, my black shades and my hair up in a messy bun with a red bandanna as a headband.) She rolls her eyes and let's out a sigh .
"And what do you have against this outfit hmm?" I say sacristy."Oh nothing" She puffs.
An awkward silence comes between us. I remember that I have to be at school at 7:45, it's 7:43!
"Mom can you go any faster...Crap, crap, crap I am going to be late for my first day" I snap at her."Sorry honey, hold on almost there." she squeaks
My mom looks at me and reaches her right hand out to my left hand. I swiftly pull my hand away I give her a stressed look. She looks away trying not to notice my facial expression.
Loud fire trucks pass our car as I look out the window; I roll down my window and stick my head out the window to get a better view. There are two fire trucks that have red and white flashing lights, one of the fire trucks has 78 on the side and other one has a 34. Both of the large fire trucks take a right turn on a narrow street and speed down the road. The sun peaks through the gray cloud sky, the sun shines right though my sunglasses that do no help what so ever. I cover my eyes with my free hand to block out the sun.
"God bless whoever it is." My mom says quietly. I bit my lip and nod my head even though my mom can't see me. I duck my head back into the car and move my arm to turn on my favorite radio station.
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
"Is this the king singing?" questioned my mom. I nod my head and concentrate my focus back onto Elvis.
"It's has been awhile since he visited." My mom yells over the music.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake,
no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break."
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
...
'That was Elvis singing Jailhouse Rock! And now I'm going to put on the fab Chuck Berry singing the popular song called Johnny B. Goode! Here he is Chuck...
My mom turns off the radio
"You didn't answer my question"
"What question?" I say. I think it may have came out a little too bitter because my mom pulled off to the side and took her keys out of the engine. "I know it was hard to leave, but I see no reason for you to get mad at me!"She yells at me.
"I'm not!" I yell back. She slumps into her seat and stairs at the front window for a while and then looks back me with a more soft facial expression. "Is it your period that's causing you to be moody? If so I have the perfect trick for that." She says seriously. She cracks a smile at me; I whack her arm playfully and chuckle."Mom you define the phrase of a wierd mom." I sacristy
"I know" She says and restarts the car. She gets right back on the black paved road.
I have known Elvis ever since I was a little girl. It all started on July 5 1954 the day before my family and I went up to New York City to see the bright red, white and blue fireworks set off for the 4 of July. Right after the fireworks, my step-dad got a call from the record company (that he used to work at) that they have found a new talented singer that would become 'number-one' on the music charts. The thing was that they needed him to come back for tomorrow to start recording, so we backed our bags and went back to Edison. On the way back home (as I recited some of the lines from the Peter Pan) our car broke down in the middle of the traffic filled highway. To close the little traffic problem, we collapsed into our humble little home. My poor step-father had no time to relax and had to look after me because my mom got called in for work (she is a nurse by the way). We got back into the car and drove 10 miles to the recording studio. Once we got to studio I said hello to Shelly at the front , who asked 'how my day was' I replied 'tiring'. She then nodded and pointed to the which studio my father walk to, I thanked her and then ran after my step-father. I tried to open the door as quietly as I could without disturbing anyone. Well that failed, I startled so many people in the recording booth that even Elvis himself jump a bit. I quickly waddled where my chair was and slumped into place. I shyly looked up at Elvis who had a huge smile on his face, he walked over to me and introduced himself to me. I quietly replied 'is that your real name?' he laughed at my cute comment. After that sentence we became great friends, we hung out all the time even thou he was 8 years older than me. And to this day we still are best friends...
I smile to the memory of Elvis, my mind slowly drifts to an other thought.
How different Edison is from Liverpool, I wish I was there now. I miss the fields that I used to run through when I was a little girl maybe at the age of 6, I would sneak out of the house on weekends when my mother was out and about. I remember that I would run pass Old Mr. Mick's house down on Waterbrook street. Then pass Silly's Candy Shop which was my favorite place to get candy from. A few blocks down I would past the Richman's house. The funny thing about the Richmans is that there not rich just middle-class respected people with a daughter and son. Then I would take a left onto 'Strawberry Avenue' and run down the street to 'June field' This place was my little hangout for me, I never saw anybody else come into June Fields which I find strange to this day. The fields at first looks like a littered large forest, but if you keep on walking straight you will find a giant open field with an oak tree in the middle of it surrounded by tall brown grass, with small patches of Strawberry bushes...
"Avril… Avril! Were here"
I quickly come out of my daydreaming and open up the front door and jump out.
"Thanks mom "I says giving her a small wave.
She smiles and starts to drive away. I look down at my watch to 7:59 am, I rapidly run to the school I heard a honk I turn around and wave to my mom's new 1958 blue beetle ragtop Volkswagen. I think I spun around a little too fast because I ended up knocking over a boy who is probably 5'10 wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans and all stars, he has dark (almost black) brown hair pulled back with grease. He fell face first onto the gray pavement and fell pretty hard it made a "thud" noise, I bent down and tapped his should and asked.
"I am so, so sorry. I should have watched where I was going, I didn't know you were right be hide me gosh I feel like a dumb-ass. Oh yeah where are my manners, Are you okay? Because you hit the ground pretty hard. Should I get a nurse?"
He rolls over on the ground so that his back is lying down and facing me. My breath and heartbeat stop literally, my eyes dilated and my face turn a bright red. I was surprised that I didn't fall over just at that moment because he is so handsome. He has big bushy eyebrows that flow over his brown eyes that seemed like you could get lost in them forever, followed with his perfect straight nose and his mouth... well that's just a pretty little pair of lips he has. He gives me a small crooked smile.
"A' don't ye worry love I'm perfectly fine, just a little tad wind knocked me down that's all " he stated with his deep Liverpudlian accent that melted my heart. He looked a little dazed from the fall. He had a vibe like he's one of those guys that would protect their girl from any harm that comes in the way.
"Ya, just a bit of wind try 104 pound gust of wind." I say in a mocking tone. He lets out a chuckle (which was also cute).
"It may have hurt a little" He jokes.
"A little?" I question while trying to lift one of my eyebrows. I end up looking like I'm having an eyebrow seizer. He notices my eyebrow fail his eyes start to grow. Without delay or hesitation he sits up so he is close to my face. I start to feel my face starting to blush again but this time a lot. His eyebrows are scrunched, he looks concerned.
"Are yeh' alreet' love because it looks like yeh' are having an eyebrow seizer?" he inspects my eyebrows for another couple of seconds. I couldn't hold it anymore; I started bursting out with laughter so hard that I start to cry. I begin to try to speak but the only thing that came out was laughter, after about 1 minute I pulled myself together.
I slowly stood up while still looking at the boy who is sitting down on his knees. I put my hand out to him to pull him up. He reaches out and touches my left hand; right when he touched it I felt a spark. I looked at him. He looked right back at me with the same surprised look. I pulled him right up and clear my throat to skip an awkward moment. I noticed that he is taller when he is close to me. I'm 5'3 so that would explain it.
"I'm sorry for bumping into" I say. I quickly look at the ground for a moment. I start to count how many seconds it would take him to say something but then I feel his warm hand on my shoulder I look up so I'm eye to eye with him now. It was 10 seconds.
"If ye' didn't knock me down I wouldn't hae' meant you" He looks deep into my blue eyes. Then he promptly adds "Oh pardon me I forgot to introduce me'self..." I quickly interrupt.
"But let me introduce myself since I was the one who sent you crashing onto the ground." I give him a small smile, which he gives me a crooked smile in return.
"My name is Avril Adish Lane." I say nervously.
"Adish… Adish? What a pretty middle name. Well its nice meeting you Avril my name is George Harrison, just George Harrison no middle or 'noting." He proudly stated, he started winking crazily at me in a funny way. I slapped his arm gently he pretended like it hurt and made an 'Ouch' face, I rolled my eyes at him a started to laugh. For some reason his name seem familiar to me like I heard it before like in a dream or something. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.
What do you think please tell me!
P.S: the fire trucks come back into play, so keep your eyes peeled.
Lot's of Love - Katrina