Prologue/Meeting Aly Jane

The Beatles. I hated them. They made every teenage girl in the world look like complete idiots. Every single girl would do absolutely anything just for the chance to even catch a single glimpse at them. Excluding me, that is.

My name is Alexandria Jane Peters. Everyone's called me Aly Jane since I was little. I was born on January 2nd, 1943. I have three siblings, Michael, Elizabeth, and Bridgette. They go by Mikey, Liz, and Brie. My parents did that on purpose, give us names that you can make nicknames out of. They hate proper things and people who turn their nose up at us scousers. Can't say I blame them. Everytime my Auntie Janet visits, the first thing she does is pinch our cheeks and send out a slur of "Hello Alexandria! Look how big you've gotten!" and "Oh my Elizabeth, is that really you?" or "My my, Michael, look at you!" or, my personal favorite, "Bridgette! I know that you're named Bridgette but that doesn't mean you can go around looking like that Bardot girl! She's filthy and whoreish and vile! Go scrub that make-up off immediately!"

I've never cared for make-up. It's fake and it does a good job of making you look fake. I would want to meet a guy who likes me for me, not the stuff I slather on my face. Now don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not one to brag. In fact, I can't stand cocky people who have heads bigger than their bodies. But, I'm not bad-looking.

Okay, who am I kidding. I'm drop dead gorgeous. I know that sounds like a bitchy thing to say and I'm sorry, but I am. Every guy stares at me when I walk by. I barely have any girl friends at all, because every girl feels intimadated and threatened by me.

In fact, you could say I'm not very social at all. I only have one friend. Amelia is the best friend I could ever ask for. When we were freshmen in college, she was my roomate. She was the only one who even offered to share a room with me. Every other girl just glared at me and made rude comments. I came in one night after a party and her things were strewn across the floor and she was sitting on top of her bags.

Flashback

I walk in, turned on the lights, and jumped back a little.

There was girl sitting on top of all her bags with a smile on her face.

"Hi there! I'm Amelia! But you can call me Lia!" (A/n: Lia is pronounce "Leah.") "I'm your new roomate! Alexandria right? Wow. All the girls say that they don't know why all the lads go for you. They say mean things about you, you know? I always tried to tell them that they don't even know you, but they never listened. They've always been jealous and intimadated by you. But now I know why! Alexandria, I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen!"

I smiled. I think I'm gonna like this girl. She was really talkitive, but the kind of talkitive where you're just drawn into the things she says. She's the only girl that I know that's never judged me right off the bat, and that gave her extra points. I smiled at the thought of actually having a real friend besides Liz and Brie. So I did what anybody trying to make friends would do, I stuck out my hand and said:

"You're right, I'm Alexandria, but everyone calls me Aly Jane. I think I'm going to like you."

"Aly Jane, huh? I think I'm gonna call you AJ, if thats alright with you."

"Sure! I like that better than Alexandria!"

"You know what, AJ, I think we're gonna be good friends."

End flashback

And that was that. I'm now 21, have my Bachelor's degree, and working as a hairdresser in New York City. I know what you're thinking. "NYC? Why so far from Britain?"

Well, long story short, my life completely sucked back in London. All the guys knew very well that I wasn't interested. It's not that I wasn't looking for a relationship; it's just that noone caught my eye, ya know? No one had that "it" or "one thing" that stood out to me. All the girls were very mean and rude to me once they realized that I wasn't going to fight back to them. When I came back from college, I found all my things packed up on the front lawn, with a note that said, "Time to move out, A. Call us when you find someplace." I had walked over to Lia's house, which was only two streets over. Her parents wouldn't let me move in with them. So I was staying in a crusty old motel room that I could stay in for free because Lia's uncle owned it.

So, as you can see, I was pretty down and blue about it. Nothing seemed to be going right. That is until one day with Lia showed up at my door with all her bags and simply said:

"Pack your bags, AJ! We're going to America!"

Well I wasn't going to argue with her. We boarded the first plane to NYC, and then it was history. We found a nice apartment we could both afford. We found jobs as hairdressers in the same place, so we were co-workers. We brought in more than enough money, as the hair cuttery we worked at was very popular and posh. We got to go shopping every once and a while with all the extra money. And Lia even found a really handsome, sweet boy named Joshua.

I liked Joshua. He was the only boy who didn't give me a second glance, and he made it very clear from the start that he only saw me as a friend. Not that it was a problem. The feeling was mutual. But he was perfect for Lia and she was really happy, so he earned my respect.

Life was going great here. Then came those damned Beatles.