A/N: Well… hey there everyone! I've been thinking about what it would be like to be thrown back in time with The Beatles. And I've toyed with the idea of writing a story about it. I saw that there are many people on here with that idea so I thought I'd try it! Please review! Here goes nothing….

Disclaimer: Ok honestly…. Do you think I own ATU or The Beatles? You know I don't so why must I put a disclaimer? Uhh….. Anyway….

Summary: A seemingly normal teenage girl, bored with life, accidentally gets thrown back in time; right into the life of four very famous lads.

In My Life…. Stuff Happens: Chapter 1: What Just Happened?

I was mad. Hopping mad. What the hell does that even mean, hopping mad? Do you get to the point where you become so mad that you start hopping? Uggh… okay so not the point right now. I am way beyond pissed. Why? I suppress letting out an angry growl/scream as I let the night's events run through my mind.

I was out with my friend- she forced me to go to the mall. And I thought that was fine. I had a few bucks in my pocket and I was dying to finally get another Beatles CD. And that's when it started. My dear, best friend Holly was intent on chasing Mike Darlington, our college's star football quarterback captain person. Lucky me, I was the one she strung along to do so. I was quiet the entire time they talked, quietly minding my own business as we walked along the stores. They didn't seem to notice when I turned into the music store.

Now by that time, I had only one thing on my mind. I stalked to the back of the record store, not caring where Holly and No-Neck were or what they were doing. I saw the CD from afar and when I got to it, I grabbed it quickly like I thought someone was going to steal it. I ran my hand over the cover- Rubber Soul - I wanted it for so long now.

"They suck."

I felt my grip on the plastic case harden when I heard the voice. All night, I had been minding my business and here was Mr. No-Neck Quarterback, about to ruin my otherwise peaceful mood. I turned, staring up at him. He looked amused at my growing anger but Holly looked a bit freaked. She knew how worked up I get about the Beatles. I explained many times, it's an obsession- another way of saying, it's a way of life.

"What?" I muttered, staring up at him with my hands on my hips.

"You're really gonna buy that?" Mike asked with a half-smile. I just wanted to smack that smirk off his face.

"Yes. What's wrong with me buying a Beatles CD?"

Mike laughed. "They're crap. What did they sing about besides submarines and sunshine and mushy love songs?"

I swear at that moment, I almost choked on my own spit I was practically sputtering- not being able to form words. Who the hell did this guy think he was? He probably thought Kanye West and Akon were the best musicians in the world. I muttered something to Holly about having to go home and wash my hair, paid for the CD and left the mall. It was a nice night and I was fine walking the twelve blocks back to my house.

I was so pissed off and I was certain people were staring at me as I stomped down the sidewalk. A few moments later, I finally felt myself begin to calm down when I heard thunder rumble across the sky. Thunder and lightning kind of freaks me out so I slapped on my earphones and blasted the music loud enough to be heard on the other side of the planet.

"She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah. You think you've lost your love…."

I walked faster and faster and mentally smacked myself for not bringing a jacket with me as the wind began to pick up. Suddenly there was a huge blast of light a couple of feet in front of me and I fell forward.

Then it was just black.

...

"What do we do with her, then?"

"I don't know. We can't just leave her, can we?"

I heard the voices before I fully came back to the conscious world. If I wasn't half-awake and probably suffering from a blow to the head, I would swear the voices had a Liverpool accent like the Beatles. Hell, one of them even started to sound like them….

No-stop it! I told myself. You're crazy, sure, but you ain't that crazy. This is not one of your crazy dreams…. Wake up, will ya!

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the sudden bright light. Wasn't I walking at night-time….? It didn't matter. As soon as I opened my eyes, I'm almost positive my heart stopped beating. For a few seconds, I felt nothing beating in my chest. You'd think I'd be worried that my heart wasn't working but I was a little preoccupied with staring at the man leaning over me. He had the brown floppy hair that reached his eyes and those really dark, beautiful eyes and that scowl as he peered down at me. I shut my eyes tight.

"Oh my God…. I've lost it. All that time of reading Beatles books and listening to Beatles songs non-stop and dreaming about them…. I've finally cracked. I'm hearing things, seeing things, I'm….

"What the bloody hell is the matter with this bird?"

I reluctantly opened my eyes again, really slow. And when the man came into focus again, I almost screamed. But I'm not a screaming-type girl so my throat settled for a strangled gasp/ gurgling noise that made the man wince and look a tiny bit scared. I forced my voice to work and in a weird, squeaky voice I managed to spit out,

"You- you're- J-j-j-ohn Le-le-lennon?"

"Well I'm not Elvis Presley."

I propped myself up on my elbow and stared into the eyes I dreamed of staring into for such a long time. If it had been any other time I would have spewed some witty retort to counter his sarcasm. But I wasn't myself at the moment. I was looking at John Lennon. John. Lennon. The words registered themselves into my brain but they didn't make sense to me. How in sweet bloody hell was I here right now?

"Where am I?" I asked, thankful at least that my voice went back to it's normal level.

"In London," John answered, a bit annoyed that I didn't know that. I rolled my eyes.

"No….. well, that's really cool but…. No…. I meant… what year?"

John, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at George. I felt my heart stop for a second time. George….? I shook my head. Time to freak out later. I need facts right now. I poked John in the shoulder to get his attention. Inwardly I squealed because I just poked John Lennon but I pushed it aside.

"It's…. 1965," John answered. He looked like he thought I was insane. "Are you- all right?"

I shook my head and lifted myself up from the ground. I noticed my surroundings for the first time since I opened my eyes. I was lying on the ground behind a ramshackle little building. It was a nice day and birds were happily singing in the green-leaved trees. I turned in a circle slowly, taking in everything around me. What were John and George doing at the back of this building with the dumpsters?

"Hello?"

I spun back to face John who had lit a cigarette. He looked so incredibly sexy….. I shook my head. I needed to stay focused. George stood behind him, quietly staring. I was standing with my two favourite Beatles…. And also the ones that were supposed to be dead in my time. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, barf or pass out. I might even do a combination of all of those. I stood and pointed at them with a slightly shaking finger.

"John Lennon…. George Harrison…." Both nodded at the mention of their name.. "Oh. My. God."

And with that, I saw the ground rush up to meet me and the familiar darkness took over.

...

I felt like I was drifting on a cloud. My bed was so soft and the sunlight coming through the window was really warm on my face. I opened my eyes and they slowly focused on a white ceiling. Wait… wait a second? White ceiling? My ceiling was purple. I bolted upright in the bed- it wasn't my bed and that wasn't my ceiling and this…. wasn't my room. The room was small and cramped. The bed was small but comfortable and there was a night-table next to it. All that was in the room was a plain dresser and a rocking chair. This was not my room but- who's was it?

I swung my legs over the side and stood, stretching. I felt like someone had just thrown me on the bed and left me in an uncomfortable position. I laughed to myself when I remembered in what I was sure was a really crazy Beatles-related dream. I walked out of the room into an unfamiliar hallway and down a set of stairs. When I stepped onto the first floor and rounded the corner, I nearly died. Again.

Sitting in a small, modest living room with dark brown furniture and brick fireplace were none other than the Beatles. The real live fab four. I thought I was crazy for sure now and this was just my own little world. John was sitting on a green chair, leaning back and smoking. Ringo was smoking as well and reading a magazine. George looked at me shyly over a plate of food and Paul was looking at me, intrigued; almost like he had never seen a girl before.

"Umm…." I squeaked. "You. Beatles."

John smirked. "Yes. Us. Beatles." He put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table and leaned back further in his chair. "So…. Do you mind tellin' us who you are?"

I gulped. Was I really talking to John Lennon? I shook my head and took a tentative step forward. I needed to stay focused or else I would faint again.

"I'm…." I cocked my head to the side for a moment. For the life of me, I couldn't remember my own name. "I'm uhh… uh… Oh… ha… I'm Quinn. Quinn Collins." I looked around, taking in the small little house. "Where are we? Why did you bring me here?"

George spoke up. His voice was soft and I though I detected a small blush in his cheeks. "We found you lying in the alley. We didn't know what to do so we brought you here."

"Are you one of those crazy fan girls?" John asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. Self-consciously I put my arms around myself.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I have no idea how I even got here. I'm from the fut- I mean…. nothing."

John sat forward now. He caught my slip and I inwardly cursed. The others caught it too. Paul was staring at me more intently now.

"What did you say?" Paul asked.

"Nothing?" I offered. It was weak, I know. But did I really want to explain to the Beatles that I was from the future?

John raised his eye brows. "That's bull-shit. You asked me what year it was before. Who doesn't know what year it is?"

I sighed and moved forward, sitting beside Paul. I avoided looking at him though because I know I would start freaking out and screaming because hey…. Paul McCartney was sitting less then 5 centimeters away from me. I took a deep breath and began.

"Ok… so I'm from the future."

There was a few seconds that just hung in the air; no one saying anything. And then…. John laughed. I gave him an annoyed glare.

"What?"

"The future?" John asked, mischievous laughter lighting up his eyes. "Do you know how insane that sounds?"

"I am!" I protested. I gestured to my clothes; a pair of jean shorts and a goddamn Beatles t-shirt! "Hello…. Do you see what I'm wearing?"

For the first time, they all looked at what I was wearing. I can't believe they didn't notice before. Boys can be so stupid sometimes, even if they were the Beatles. Ringo pointed at my shirt.

"It's us!" He said. He was getting a little bit excited and I had to laugh at the smile that was lighting up his face. "Look lads, it's us on a shirt!"

Paul was getting equally excited. " We look quite good, don't we?"

John wasn't convinced though. He was scowling at me. "That doesn't prove anything." God, was he really that freaking stubborn?

"What year are you from?" George asked quietly. At least he was taking a genuine interest.

I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "2010."

There was a collective look of shock that passed over each of their faces. What, did they not believe the world was going to make it to 2010 or something? I prayed that they would believe me. I mean come on, what did they need to believe me, a legal document? LIGHTBULB! I reached into my pocket and pulled out my ID. I showed it to Paul and Ringo leaned over to have a look.

"See?" I said. "Look what it says right there. Born in 1990. What proof do you need?"

Paul studied it and nodded and then threw it to John. He looked it over, carefully turning it over in his hands. George was looking at it too and seemed satisfied. After what seemed like an eternity, John nodded and gave a little smile. I almost melted.

"All right," was all he said.

"All right?" I echoed. I was going into a bit of hysteria now. I think the realization that this wasn't a dream and that I was really with the Beatles was setting in. "All right? I was transported to the 1960's. And I am sitting in a strange living room with the Beatles! I think… this is less than all right. Ok well it's cool and a dream come true but…. " I exhaled, falling back into the couch. "Oh… I'm so confused."

Paul patted my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. "It's ok, Quinn."

I only answered with a small squeal which was unlike me. Well okay, kind of. I'm still a girl and I'm allowed to squeal when I get excited. We sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes. Ringo was the one to break it.

"How did you get here?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't even know. I was walking home from the mall. I was really upset cause this idiot guy said the Beatles- well, you guys- sucked and then it started thundering and I saw this flash in front of me. Then… I woke up here."

John looked a bit offended. "Someone said we sucked?"

I laughed at his reaction. "Yeah. But don't worry. He wouldn't know good music if it hit him in the face."

John seemed to appreciate that and he smiled a bit. I felt the girlie-ness that was surely there somewhere deep inside of me surge. I was freaking out inside. I still couldn't believe it. And whoever said John Lennon wasn't hot, must have never met him in person. That, or they were completely blind and had no taste.

"Okay wait a second," I said. "You guys are famous. Aren't you supposed to be in press conferences and hotel rooms and stuff like that? Why are you in some small little house in London? Am I missing something?"

Paul chuckled beside her. "We're taking a little vacation. We can just stay here and relax for a week. No interviews or record recordings or things like that. Brian rented this little house for us."

"Oh," I said, understanding. "Brian Epstein?"

John crossed his legs and looked a bit curious. "How much do you know about us?"

I had to suppress a laugh. "I'm what you call a Beatles freak. I'm basically obsessed with… well…. You guys. You're music and movies and all that kind of stuff."

"Movies?" George asked. He looked confused. "But we only have the one right now. A Hard Day's Night…"

I groaned inside. I mentally made myself promise to be more careful. I couldn't say too much. I have seen and read too many things that clearly say when you get thrown into the past, you shouldn't say too much or else you could ruin the future. I didn't want to risk making a future where the Beatles were different.

"Well I guess you make more then, " I said. Ringo began to ask another question but I cut him off. "No… no more! I don't want to say too much or else I could screw things up!"

John crossed his arms. He looked a bit pouty. "Come on. Don't be like that. You can tell us stuff!"

"Yeah!" agreed Paul. He was getting a bit jumpy. "At least let us ask a few things!"

I sighed and shook my head. I couldn't say no to them. I just couldn't reveal too much. "What- what do you want to know?"

That's all it took. They were at me like a pack of wolves advancing on a deer or something to that effect. I couldn't help but squeal a bit inside. How many hours had I spent dreaming of talking to the Beatles and hanging out with them. And here I was now, sitting with them. It was hard to wrap my mind around.

"Are we still popular in… what is it, 2010?" Paul asked. He was all but jumping in his seat now.

I thought about it a second. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean…. you could safely say that no one will ever top you guys."

"Do we still tour then?" Ringo asked.

"No. It's impossible. I mean they are only two of you left." I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand as soon as the words slipped out. Shit! I can't believe I was so stupid.

All four of them looked shocked. I knew I just dropped a bomb but I couldn't-wouldn't say anymore. John looked more freaked out then the other three. I wonder if he somehow knew….

"What do you mean?" George finally said, his voice low. I shook my head.

"No," I said. "I'm not saying anymore. Please…. This might change things and I don't want that!"

Thankfully, the phone rang. I was grateful for whoever was calling at this particular moment. Paul reached over to the small side table and answered the phone.

"Hello? Oh hello Brian…. Yeah…. Okay. Sure. Goodbye."

Paul hung up and looked at the others. "It was Brian. He said we have some photo shoot to do." The other three grumbled.

"Some vacation…." John muttered, standing. His gaze landed on me. He nodded at me while asking, "What do we do with her?"

Was I a dog or something? I didn't need to be babysat. I looked up at John, a bit defiantly. I didn't care who he was because hero or not, I don't like to be talked about while I'm in the room.

"I can take care of myself!" I snapped. I stood and walked over to the window, pushing back the curtains to look outside. It was starting to rain now. After a few seconds, I turned back around. The four were getting ready to leave.

"We'll be back," Paul said as the other three headed for the door. "Just stay here for now, I guess."

No really, I was about to go and take a walk in 1965 London cause I'm smart like that. I said nothing out loud though and just nodded. A few minutes later, they were gone.

"Christ," I said, collapsing onto the nearest chair.

I still couldn't believe where I was and what happened to me. I really had time travelled. I laughed to myself….. At least back in my time, my parents were gone for the week and I was home alone. Or else I'd have another problem on my hands.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. This was going to be a long trip. And not one of the acid variety. Oh help me...

A/N: Okay so…. I don't know if that was good or not. It was fun to write though and I would like to continue. Please review and tell me what you think! - Addie