OK, so this is a story I thought of while the internet was down, awesome right? Anyway this is set in what ever time period it was when people had arranged marriages. And I know this is gonna sound funny, but the Beatles aren't in a group. It's like four different stories all rapped into one. It all ties together in the end. My four characters are based on the people listed. Rachel and Haylie aren't int his chapter, but they come in the next ones. Penelope's mentioned.

Tasha-Bailey

Shorty- Haylie

Tee-Bone-Penelope

Celeste-Rachel

Chapter 1: Bailey (Tasha)

Bailey Dorsey cried her eyes from her makeshift room. She couldn't bare the pain that crashed down on her heart. She was unsure if she'd ever see them again.

Her parents had died and left their power and wealth to her. Now with the necklace that signified every drop of their power around her neck, she knew she'd never see them again.

"Goodbye my beautiful girl…" her Mother had said in her dying breath, "We won't be seeing you again in this time…"

Bailey sobbed again and took the necklace from around her neck. It was the reason for all this; the reason her parents were gone. She looked it over and tried to find something strong enough to smash it with, but everything she tried didn't even dent it.

After nearly an hour of trying she dropped to her knees, knowing she was stuck with the object that caused her family so much pain. She put the square emerald stone back around her neck, knowing she had to leave this place as soon as she could.

She started to run away, unsure of where she'd go. She ran and ran and ran until she stopped crying so much.

She looked around and couldn't seem to figure out where. She sighed and thought the best thing to do was to walk around until she found out.

She walked until she came to a place where there road changed into two paths. She couldn't decide which to go down, and she suddenly giggled when she thought about the part in "Alice in Wonderland" when Alice didn't know which way to go and the Cheshire cat just confused her even more when he tried to help her out a bit.

"What's so funny?" a voice behind her asked sounding a bit cocky and conceited.

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking about something." She responded turning around to face a mean looking boy standing leaning against a cherry tree.

"Well I didn't think girls knew how to think," the boy said rolling his eyes.

"That wasn't at all nice." Bailey said rolling her eyes back at him. The boy just shrugged.

"Who are you?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's none of your business." He said turning away. Bailey rolled her eyes at him again and turned back to the Y in the road. One looked like it went into town while the other looked to go the country side.

"Hey," she turned back around and called to the boy, "Where's here?"

The boy gave her a funny look, "Here?" he asked, "Here's just outside of Liverpool."

The boy pointed down the road that went into town, "it's down that way." He said. Bailey nodded and decided since she knew where she was that she'd go down the path toward the country side.

She started to walk, and then she started to jog as the wind wiped her long black hair. When she realized she was at a full run she'd come to a rather large summer home. She cocked her head to the side and walked up to the front door.

She knocked and hoped for the best. It opened to a man with dark eyes and dark hair that reminded Bailey of one of the men her father had introduced to her. She didn't remember what he'd called the man, but she knew she didn't like them much.

"Can I help you?" the man asked softly looking her in the eyes.

"Oh, um, well I'm a bit lost I think," she said looking around for extra persuasion.

"Oh well do you want to come inside? You look a bit hungry." He said kindly. Bailey gave him a small smile and nodded before stepping in the big house.

She gasped at the hugeness of the house. It had a tall ceiling and a chandelier that was hanging in the most beautiful place. There was a balcony from the upstairs that looked over the foyer and Bailey thought she'd never seen anything so beautiful.

The man snickered and took her hand to lead her into the other room. He led her into a room filled with several other people.

Four men, three women, and a bunch of kids playing in the floor. She seemed to look like a young girl, so the man brought her over to the children.

"Kids, Be nice to the little girl. She's lost and she doesn't know where he mum and Dad are." He said simply. Bailey made a face.

"I know where they are." She told him. The man nodded and walked away.

"So what's your name?" a boy with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes asked.

"Oh, my name's Bailey." She said smiling sweetly. The boy's cheeks turned a bit red and he looked away from her.

"What's yours?" she asked softly as she sat down in the floor across from him.

"His name's George," another boy with long brown hair and hazel said, "He gets embarrassed easily."

"I do not!" George protested smacking the boy's shoulder.

"Both of you hush!" A girl said slapping both of their shoulders, "Georgie, your Daddy said to be nice!"

"I was!" George said. The little girl sighed.

"Well, He's Paul," the girl said, "And My name's Penelope. I belong to the tall man over there, and Paul belongs to the lady with the red hair." She pointed to each person as she spoke.

Bailey nodded and bit her lip, "So how old are you?"

"Oh, I'm 8 and Paulie's 9." Penelope said smiling.

"Penelope, I can speak for myself you know." Paul said firmly. Penelope rolled her eyes as George Cleared his throat.

"I'm seven." He said quietly. Bailey smiled.

"Me too." She said moving closer to him. He smiled back at her and looked at his lap. Bailey felt like she'd done something wrong.

"I'm sorry," she said, tears starting to fill her eyes. George looked up at the sound of her watery voice.

"For what?" he asked frowning as tears started to flow down her cheeks.

The man from before noticed and walked up to them.

"What happened here?" he asked scooping the crying girl up.

"Georgie made her cry." Paul tattled. George huffed.

"No I didn't!" he said quickly. The man told George to go upstairs to his room. George tried to protest, but it didn't work. He went upstairs giving a glare to Paul when his father wasn't looking.

When Bailey had stopped crying she found she was in a big kitchen at a table.

"Here you are little miss." A woman said placing a plate of orange slices in front of her.

"Thank you," Bailey muttered as she picked up the slice. The woman nodded and gave her a mile.

"Well now, tell me where such a lovely little girl came from, huh?" the man asked raising his eyebrows at her.

"Oh, well I can't remember." Bailey lied.

"OK, Well where're your Mummy and Daddy?" the man asked.

"They died." She said quietly. The woman sighed sadly and gave Bailey a sympathetic look.

"OK, well my name's Harold." The man said kindly, "Would you like to stay here for a bit until we figure out where you belong?"

Bailey thought for a second.

If I stay here, then I won't have to worry about not having parents. I won't have to live all by myself.

She nodded and Harold smiled.

"Alright then!" Harold said before picking her up again and bringing her into the other room.

Paul and Penelope were still sitting in the corner playing and Bailey felt bad about being the reason George had gotten into trouble.

"Georgie didn't make me cry." She said as Harold put her down on the floor, "Can he come down and play with me?"

Harold sighed and nodded, "Would you like to go up and get him?" he asked. Bailey swallowed hard, "It'll be fine. His room is the third one on the left." Bailey nodded and ran up the big set of stairs across the room.

She walked down the hall, but looked over the balcony just because she thought it would be cool. She counted the doors on the left and knocked on the third one. When no one answered she pushed the door open and walked in to see George on his bed looking cross.

"George?" she asked shyly, "Your Daddy said you can come back downstairs."

He looked up at her and sighed, "I don't want to go back downstairs." He said. Bailey frowned at him and climbed up on to his bed, "I only went down because my father made me. I don't like all those fancy posh people."

"But don't you want to play with Paul and Penelope?" she asked biting her lip. George made a face and shook his head.

"Paul only pays attention to Penelope. They don't play with me when they're together." He said playing with his fingers in his lap.

"I'll play with you, Georgie." She said smiling at him.

"Well then why don't we play up here?" he asked, refusing to go downstairs. Bailey sighed in defeat and nodded. He smiled and they started to play with some of his toys.

It got really late really fast. By the time it was dark out, Bailey was getting sleepy. She yawned and put her head down against George's shoulder. He yawned too.

"I'm sleepy, Georgie," she muttered, her eyes barely able to stay open.

"Me too." He said putting his head down on his pillow. She went down with him and sighed as she fell asleep. George had one arm around her and the other was sprawled out behind her head. Her hand clutched onto the shoulder of his shirt and the other hand had her fingers lightly tangled in his hair.

When Harold out of curiosity came up to find them he found them sound asleep in George's bed. They were very tangled together and he knew he'd never get them apart without one of them waking up. They were loosely tangled together and George's cheek was smooshed against the top of Bailey's head.

This little girl was going to be good for his shy little boy, he could already tell.