A/N Hi! So I'd like you to know right off the bat that this story is A) Not historically accurate and B) Set in 2012. Yes. 2012. Sue me because I wanted to make it a bit easier. I also skip around alot, so stick with me here...

Chapter One

Seven year old Anna McCartney was quite happy in her warm bed. That is, until her mother came and ruined it.

"Anna, time to wake up now, you don't want to be late for school!"

Anna sighed and stuck her small foot out of the covers. Freezing cold, of course.

"C'mon, Annie," Her twin brother James, or Paul, as she called him entered the room, still in his pajamas. "We're starting the third grade today!"

When Anna groaned in reply, Paul hopped onto her bed and began to jump.

"C'mon, Anna," He hollered, giggling madly.

Anna finally rolled over, causing Paul to trip and end up next to her.

"Fine, I'm up!" Anna said, laughing at her brother and best friend. "Now can you go so I can get ready?"

Paul gave a great shout of laughter, and ran out of his sister's room.

Anna and Paul were fraternal twins, who happened to look exactly alike. Both had pale, round, cherub faces and large hazel eyes, and the same button nose. They had dark brown hair, and perfect eyebrows that were so arched they just completed the look of innocence.

Anna was just finishing tying the white bows on the end of her two long braids when Paul entered again.

"I hate this uniform." He grumbled, tugging at the boy's version of the itchy uniform the twins had to wear. Anna's was a stiff white collared shirt, a blue and green plaid pleated skirt, white knee socks, and black mary-janes. Paul's was the same thing, only he wore pants and penny loafers.

"It's not that bad." Paul gave his sister a look. "Okay, fine, it's horrid, but just don't think about it." Anna smiled brightly.

Paul rolled his eyes and the two trudged downstairs for pancakes.

While waiting for the bus, Anna and Paul noticed someone new waiting for it.

Anna, being the ever-bubbly one, walked over to say hi.

The boy looked just about a year younger than the twins, had dark hair, thick, dark eyebrows, and dark eyes to match.

"Hi," said Anna said, twirling one of her braids. "I'm Anna McCartney."

The young boy smiled at her. "I'm George Harrison. Do you take the bus?"

Anna nodded. "Yes, and so does my brother. That's him over there, Paul McCartney."

"Oh, okay then. What grade are you in?"

"I'm starting the third grade today."

"Oh, gear, so am I!"

"No way! I'll bet you're a year younger than me!"

"It's the truth! They say I'm smart for my age."

"Okay Mr. Smarty-Pants, what're your marks like?"

"All A's," George grinned "I was supposed to start the second grade, but they didn't think I needed it."

Anna's eyes widened. She'd never met anyone with straight A's. "So they just put you in the third grade? Just like that?"

George nodded, smirking.

"Wow," Anna's expression was one of surprise and admiration.

"Anna! The bus is coming!" Paul called.

"Okay!" Anna called back. "I better go. See you around, George!"

Anna sat down next to her brother, the image of George stuck in her head.

When she got to school, she was delighted to see that she was seated in between George and Paul.

The bell rang for recess, and while Paul ran for the field immediately, Anna hung behind.

"What is it, Anna?" George stopped and looked back at his newfound friend.

"What if the other kids don't wanna play with me?" She whispered.

"Then I'll play with you!" George said defiantly. "Besides, I don't see why they wouldn't. You're so nice, an'… an'…" George blushed as he struggled to finish his sentence.

"What?" Anna asked.

"Uh and- um…" George picked the first thing that came to his six year old mind. "Smart! You're really smart!" He smiled in relief.

Anna giggled and took George's hand. "C'mon Georgie, lets go play!"

She didn't know it yet, but from that day on, George Harrison was deeply infatuated with Anna McCartney.

Ten Years Later

Anna's POV

Ring…. Ring…. Ring…

Who the hell would call this early in the morning? That was my very first sleepy thought this morning.

"Hullo?" Ugh, damn my groggy voice.

"Anna, it's time to start senior year!" Paul chirped happily.

I rolled my eyes. "Paulie, there's no need to call me, I'm right down the hall."

I pictured him pouting, running a hand through his greasy, Elvis style hair. "Yeah, I know, but I wanted to ask you something that's not for our mother's ears."

I sighed. "You'd best hurry, George will be waiting for me, and I still need to get dressed and all that."

"John wants to ask Cynthia Powell out, but he doesn't know how."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Wait- John Lennon? I thought he had a girlfriend?"

"No, they broke up."

"Oh, well I could certainly introduce them if that's what you're asking."

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

"Okay I'll see you in a bit." I hung up on Paul before he could say anything else, and began to dial my best friend's number.

"Hullo?"

"Cynthia?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Anna, guess what?"

"What is it?"

I flipped over onto my stomach and twirled the phone's chord around my finger while explaining the whole conversation between me and Paul.

"-And he wants to ask you out!" I finished happily.

"Oh my god!" She blurted, "That's so perfect! I've liked him for lord knows how long!"

I giggled. "Maybe he finally took the hint."

"Probably," She laughed too. "Okay, listen, I have to go. I'll see you at school, okay?"

"Okay, by Cyn!"

"Bye."

I hung up and quickly threw on a pair of slim fit jeans, a light pink and blue Elvis Presley tee shirt, an olive green jacket and grey converse high tops.

I braided my hair off to the side, and added a thin metallic gold headband, and did my eye makeup. I was just finishing staining my lips the perfect shade of cherry red when someone knocked on the door.

"Hurry up, I gotta take a piss!" A familiar voice shouted.

I rolled my eyes. "Hullo, John."

"Oh, hey Anna, I thought you were Paul."

"Bet you did." I mumbled playfully.

"What'd you say?"

"Oh, nothing Johnny boy," I sang, opening the door.

John Lennon was like a second brother to me. Since Paul had met him when we were about thirteen, he'd become a member of the family. Well, an almost member. Whatever, the guy still knew almost everything about me. He was my best guy friend other than George.

"OH MY GOD, GEORGE!" I almost yelled aloud. I was almost fifteen minutes late to meet my best friend!

I ran down the stairs, muttering colorful oaths along the way. I snatched my bag and an apple, and shouted, "TO ANYONE THAT CARES, I'M LEAVING!"

I ran three blocks straight, and found George waiting for me.

"Well, look who decided to show." His smile was one part bitter, two parts amusement.

"Sorry, John came over and I was talking to Cynthia." I panted.

"So odds are we won't see either of the two today." George grinned, and I mirrored it.

"Probably,"

We snickered and set off for school.

"So how's it going with Loretta?"

George smiled slightly and I decided to tease him some.

"OOOOOOHHHH!" I hollered. "Georgie's got a girlfriend; Georgie's got a girl friend!"

The rest of the way to school, I babbled on about how excited I was for John and Cynthia. Then George froze.

"-and Cyn promised I could be her maid of honor and- what is it, George?"

"Don't tell me that's Loretta," He muttered. "Just please don't,"

"What? Wait- OH HELL TO THE NO!"

Looking around I saw Loretta, George's fracking girlfriend macking on some guy.

I hadn't realized I was marching over to smack the crap outta her until George tried to stop me.

"C'mon, Annie, don't do this." He pleaded.

"No," I growled. "Nobody cheats. It's wrong."

"Yeah, so is fighting!"

I glared at George until he knew for sure that either he let me go, or he was going the same way Loretta was about to.

"Your choice," He said, taking his hand off me.

I marched right up to Loretta, who was still eating the random guy's face, and said "Hey, slut!"

Loretta turned around, looked at me and turned back for a second, then did a double take.

"You," She growled.

"Me," I snarled back.

"You need to stay away from my man." She glared at me like I was in the wrong.

"Which one? It looks to me like you've got quite a few." I retorted sharply.

"George," She huffed.

"Oh, George won't be with you anymore."

"What, are you going to tell on me?" She replied snidely.

"There's nothing to tell. He saw for himself." I growled. "If you ever break his heart again, I swear, I will crush you."

"I'm simply shaking in my shoes." She snipped.

That got to me. People should be scared of an angry Anna Jane McCartney. So, I did what any angry girl would have done, and slapped her as hard as I could.

"You bitch!" She screamed at me, her ice blue eyes flashing dangerously.

"What, am I giving you the egg?" I asked innocently, the fire still in my eyes.

"No wonder you're like this, you little skank! I see the people you hang around with. That bitch Cynthia Powell and the good for nothing Lennon." She smirked at me. "And don't even get me started on that idiot of a brother-"

She broke off right then because I ran at her and shoved her down. I kept punching her until I'd broken her nose and gave her two black eyes.

"Whoa! Whoa!" George cried, pulling me off of Loretta. "Okay, c'mon Anna, time to split."

I wouldn't stop struggling, so George ended up throwing me over his shoulder and running off the campus. I don't know how far he got when I said. "George, put me down."

"Do you promise not to attack me?" George asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Why would I attack you?"

"Good point."

George set me down and I checked my reflection in a window. I had a split lip and a black eye to go along with it. I huffed, knowing I'd be asked about that later.

"Are you okay?" I asked George, who seemed to be fighting with himself.

He looked up at me and smirked. "You're the one with a black eye and a split lip." I shot him a look. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Then why do you look like you're thinking?"

"Because, to be honest, I never really liked Loretta," he mumbled.

I knit my eyebrows. "Huh?"

"I-I'm in love with you, Annie."

My mouth fell open. George just admitted that he liked me. My best friend since the third grade just admitted he was in love with me.

But did I return the feelings?

Sure, I loved him, but I always thought of him as a friend, or a brother. Maybe it was like the situation in the pictures where the girl and the guy are best friends and the guy finds out he likes the girl, and the girl realizes she likes him to. Or maybe it wasn't. But what if I did go out with him? What if we found out we really didn't like each other, and it ruined our friendship?

"George- I-" I stuttered.

"It's okay. I get it." He said shortly.

"I just don't want to screw up our friendship!"

"No, its fine, I get it." There was still that short, bitter tone in his voice that made me think that it really wasn't fine.

"George, I-"

"IT'S FINE!" he roared, surprising me. George rarely ever yelled. In fact, he was actually very quiet unless you knew him well. "We should be going home now. I doubt you want to go back to school like that."

I nodded mutely, still caught off guard by his outburst.

We walked home in silence, and once I'd reached my front doorstep, Paul opened the door with a huge grin on his face.

"Guess what!" He said excitedly, "Wait- no, don't guess, it'll take to long! We got a call from Brian Epstein, and he's going to be our manager!"

I opened my mouth to say something but Paul cut me off. "There's more! We're going on a tour for the rest of the year in Germany!"

I could hear John whooping in the distance, and forced a smile. "Sounds… great."

"Hey, where'd George go? I could've sworn I saw him here!"

I bit my lip and turned around. Where George had been standing earlier, there was an empty space. Tears burned my eyes and I fought to keep them at bay.

"I- I dunno." I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible as I spoke. "Listen, I'm not in a good mood right now, I got in a fight today and- something came up between me and George, so-"

Paul put his palm in front of my face. "I get it," I smiled weakly, "I'll tell dad you got sick." I nodded

"You're the best Paulie!" I tackled him with a quick hug, then I ran up to the bathroom, turned on the sinks and the shower and sobbed.

Paul's POV

I picked up the phone and dialed George's number.

"Hello?" A woman answered.

"Uh, hi, this is Paul," I replied.

"Oh, hi Paul, George hasn't come home yet."

"Oh, okay then. Can you tell him that I need to speak with him when he comes home?"

"Yes, I will."

"Okay, thanks Mrs. H."

I hung up the phone wondering what happened between my sister and George.

Anna's POV

I sat on my bed, chilled to the bone, though my skin was bright red from the scalding shower.

I attempted to concentrate on Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, but the words kept floating off the page.

"Goddamned dyslexia," I grumbled, slamming the book down on my bed. Usually I had control over my dyslexia, but it tended to slip when my mind was elsewhere.

I closed my eyes and George's anger filled face popped up behind my eyelids. I bit my lip as his face turned into Paul's. First my best friend left me, now my brother was leaving me. I knew I sounded selfish, but I needed the both of them in my life to feel whole my self.

A knock came at my door.

"Yeah?" I called, not getting up.

"Anna, its John, just wanted to thank you for getting me and Cyn together!"

"'Kay, yeah, sure whatever," My voice trembled from the constricting feeling on my throat. John was leaving too. I would only have Cynthia.

"Anna, what's wrong?" John spoke through the door. "Don't make me come in there, and don't say nothing, because I can hear you're voice."

"I- just- you- Paul- George- leaving! Everyone's leaving!" I burst into tears once more.

I heard the lock click and my door gently swung open and quietly shut again.

"Tell me what happened." John wrapped his arms around me and waited until I was calm enough to speak again.

"Well, it all started this morning when George caught Loretta cheating on him. I told her off and she insulted you, Cyn, and Paul, so I beat her up and George carted me off and told me he- he-"

"He what?" John said patiently

"He told me he loved me," I said quietly.

"Okay, and do you love him?" John asked me.

"I don't know, Johnny, that's the problem. I really do love him, but what if something was to happen and he broke up with me or I broke up with him? Do you honestly think we could ever be the same after that?"

"Sometimes you just have to ignore the 'what ifs' and do what your heart says to do." John told me wisely.

"I don't know what I want to do," I mumbled.

"Well then what you do is you lock yourself in the bathroom, look in the mirror have a long talk with yourself."

I chuckled weakly. "Wouldn't that be a bit mad?"

John shrugged and whispered "It's weird not to be weird."

I smiled and shook my head. Even if everything was wrong right now, one thing remained sure. John Lennon was by far the weirdest person I knew and I loved him for it.

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-Charlie