AN: Hey there, so here i am once again with a new fic for you all! So i initially wrote this first part on my phone and lost it when my phone stopped working, so i rewrote it and i hope that you all will like it! i wont be updating it all too regularly because of my other stories but i just wanted to get this idea going. Anyways sorry for my rambling and leave reviews if you want. Enjoy!
"Hey love, why're you crying?" I hear a friendly voice ask me and i lift my head to see an unfamiliar street where things look much different from my hometown, things look older and i don't recognize anything but his face.
"Is everything alright?" he continues with the questions and i'm in awe and disbelief at who's standing in front of me, what's going on?
"Where am I?" I find my words with the question i ask and i tuck a piece of my dark red hair behind my ear.
"You're in London." he replies and my confusion grows, i don't live in London let alone this country.
"What day is it?" I ask him.
"It's a Monday, the 20th of September, of 1963 love." he responds and my eyebrows fall.
But it can't be 1963, because i live in 2012 in my hometown not London, England. I look down at my jeans with torn knees, my gray v-neck sweater, my thread bracelets that are intact on my pale wrists and my army green book bag that sits at my feet.
"What's your name, love?" he asks as he moves from his squatting position in front of me to sit beside me on the sidewalk.
"Courtney." I reply and i turn to look at his youthful face, how can this be?
"It's a pleasure to meet you Courtney, i'm Paul." he introduces and he stretches his hand out which i shake, he definitely is real and young.
"So why did i find a nice lass like you crying?" he queries and i shake my head as i'm terribly lost and confused.
"I uh stopped to sit down here after i had a bad day at school, i didn't want to go home yet." I slowly say as the last thing i remember before being here is sitting on the sidewalk and resting my head on my bent knees to cry, and i see him nod.
"Why were you crying, if i may ask?" he inquires and i cock my head to look at him.
"Oh i'm sorry, that is a rather personal question and since we just met you don't have to answer that to a complete stranger."
"No it's fine, it's just a long story and it's kind of pathetic." I utter sadly.
"I have the time to hear it, but since it's a tad chilly out today would you like to talk over tea?" he offers and i nod before he stands up.
He lets out his hand for me to get up and i take it with a thankful smile and i follow him as he starts to walk. My eyes travel over all of the sights around this town, this large, beautiful and bustling town that i've never once set my foot in but have always had the desire to.
"So Courtney i assume you're not from around here then, are you from the states love?" Paul asks as i have my somewhat heavy book bag now on my shoulders while i can't help but to admire the town with it's buildings and unique people.
"Yeah, the states." I reply as my mind is elsewhere. How am i here right now, i ask myself.
I continue to follow by his side as he's in dark jeans and a gray knit sweater with seemingly a button up underneath as i see the white collar. We soon come upon a white building that has several doors spaced out and he leads us up a staircase to one door which i assume to be to his house or apartment.
"What kind of tea would you like?" he asks as we take off our shoes in the entry way and i marvel at the homey space.
"Any is fine." I answer him as my eyes identify with his apartment.
I see that the kitchen is on your right as you walk in, the living room is straight ahead with a long hallway at my very left, a dining room leading off from the kitchen and lastly a staircase to my left. The living room holds a couch, a recliner, another chair and a piano against the right wall. It's such a warm area with the few paintings, rug over the dark wood floor, the record player along with its vinyls by the couch and just the atmosphere accommodating it all.
Like the lost puppy i am i follow on his tail into the kitchen that's small but the right size and i watch as he fills the kettle and gets out two cups from the cupboard.
"So Courtney tell me about yourself, i'd just like to get to know you." Paul states and i fiddle with a ring on one of my fingers as i lean against the kitchen counter.
"My name is Courtney Oakes, i'm 19 years old and my favorite color is green."
"Ah well since you told me about yourself then i'll inform you about me. My name is James McCartney, but you can call me Paul like everybody else does, i'm 21, and my favorite color is sky blue." he tells and my response is nodding as i stare down at my feet that are in black socks.
"Ya got any siblings?" he queries and he gets a shake of the head from me.
"I have a younger brother Michael." he informs while he pours the steaming tea into our two cups.
He hands one cup to me and he leads us out to the couch in the den and i sit beside him before i set my tea on the coffee table in front of us. I get an idea and so i reach into my front pocket for my 21st century cell phone but all i find in my pants pockets is a tube of chap stick, hmph.
"What do you like to do as hobbies?" Paul questions me as we sit beside each other with a safe distance between each other. I feel as if we're old buddies, by how comfortable he makes me feel and how easily we can talk to each other, even though i'm nervous to talk my one true hero.
"I like to read good books, listen to music, draw pictures and spend time with friends." i answer after i decide i can't say anything about an IPod, the internet or CD's.
"Ah same here, i love all those things. Since you're nineteen i assume you're in college then, what're you going for if i can ask?"
"Yeah i'm going to be an art teacher but i'm not so confident in my career choice anymore." I tell as i'm not sure if i'm cut out for it.
"Ah i'm a musician in this band with my mates, we got a recording contract and released our first album last March."
"I know." i reply and i almost regret saying that.
"It's always nice to meet a fan." he tells me with a smug grin.
With The Beatles being my favorite band i surely know about their first album and much more about them, i'm still confused as to how this happened. I wonder if i'm daydreaming in class again or if i'm for once having a pleasant dream during my after school nap.
Our heads turn in the direction of the front door behind us as it opens and John Lennon, George Harrison and Ringo Starr walk in. I resist to have my jaw drop so i instead do a bit of staring as i gaze at the rest of the members of my favorite band. I'm simply astonished to be seeing John and George walk in and from that a smile appears on my face.
"Hey Paul, who's this lovely bird?" John asks as he sits down in the chair diagonal of us two and i blush at his comment.
"This here is Courtney and love these are me mates; George, John and Ritchie." Paul introduces and they all give a wave or a smile at the mention of their names.
"It's nice to meet you, Courtney." George says and i smile at the comment and give him a nod.
John walks off as do the others to upstairs or their designated rooms i assume or the kitchen as Paul and i return to our now cooled off tea. I take a sip of the warm liquid and stare into the cup of brown liquid as my thoughts race.
"Hey Courtney, do you have a place to stay?" Paul blurts into the previous silence and i shake my head at the realization that i don't.
"You're welcome to stay here then, we can make you a bed or you could have one of ours." he offers and i shake my head at his generosity.
"I wouldn't want to be a trouble." I mutter and i get a shake of the head from him.
"It wouldn't be a trouble at all love and i wouldn't want you to not have somewhere to stay." he kindly says and i relent by nodding my head.
"Am i hearing that Courtney is going to be joining us for a sleepover tonight?" John pipes in as he again joins us.
"Yeah John, she doesn't have a place to stay so i told her she's welcome here." Paul informs him.
"Ah well we'll be nice gentlemen and give you a bed to sleep in and meals to eat, love. You'll just have to do the dishes, clean the toilet and wash our laundry." John adds in with his quick wit.
"Don't listen to him love, you don't need to worry about doing a thing." Paul objects and he gives me a smile and a wink as his hazel eyes bore into mine. Him smiling at me and winking at me instantly gave me butterflies in my stomach and made me feel all fuzzy inside, he's so kind.
I still have no idea what is going on or any understanding of my current situation but i like how its going. I mean what Beatles fan wouldn't want to travel back in time to meet their favorite band? I think that's what has happened anyways, but how? What about going back to my home that's 50 years in the future?