Okay, this is my first Beatles story! I've been working on this for so long and finally decided to post it. Please review! I'll try my best to update often! ;)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE BEATLES.

Friday July 5th, 1957

I strummed my guitar slowly, glancing out the window every once in a while at my next door neighbor's house, which also happened to be my best friend's house. I was hoping he would stick his head out of the window or something so I could talk to him, but he didn't. I was grounded from hanging out with him this week. My mom hates my best friend. She says he's a "bad influence" and we need "time apart". She says a young lady shouldn't be around boys like him, but I ignore her. His name is John Lennon. He's funny, smart, and an amazing singer. We usually get together after school to practice songs. I set my guitar down and moved to the window sill. I could see his shadow moving around behind his gray curtains.

I slid the glass pane up and called his name, "Johnny!"

The shadow stopped moving and he opened his window. "What's happenin', love?" he called, taking a drag from his cigarette.

I could hear Elvis faintly playing on his radio.

"Just waitin' for my mother to fall asleep so I can sneak out," I replied, "What about you? Mimi still pissed 'bout you gettin' detention?"

John rolled his eyes, "Mimi's always pissed," he said, taking another drag.

I laughed, "Yeah, no shit." I watched as the smoke curled up into the night sky.

"You miss me?"

I snorted, "In your dreams, Lennon."

He smirked, "Oh believe me, there's more than you just missing me in my dreams, love."

I slammed my hands down on the window sill, "You're such a god damn pig, John!"

He crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me. We sat in silence for a little while. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was nice. Comfortable. We did this a lot. Usually we would just go places together to just sit and think, and to get away from it all. We both had extremely annoying, strict families, so it was nice to get away. Sometimes John would bring his guitar along and we would sing songs together. "So I'll meet you at midnight?" John asked. I grinned, "On the dot." We both knew where to meet. It was our favorite place to be: Strawberry Fields. John always said it was like nothing was real there. The grass was always green, the birds were always singing, and whenever we went the weather was sunny and bright. It was perfect. I waited until about 11:45, and then, when I was sure my mum was asleep, I headed out the door. I found a note taped to my bicycle outside. I instantly recognized John's handwriting.

Michelle,

Sorry, had to cut out early. Mimi ripped one and stunk up the place. See you there!

Xoxo,

Johnny

I smiled and jammed the note into my pocket. Pedaling hard, I rode down to Strawberry Fields where John was waiting. When I pulled up, he was leaning against the iron fence smoking again. I walked over to him and reached for the ciggie, but he snatched it away.

"Get your own smokes, bird," he snapped.

I grabbed it out of his hand and took a drag. "Make me," I said, blowing smoke in his face.

I handed him his cigarette back and leaned against the fence next to him. He held it to my mouth and I took another drag. We went back and forth like this for a while, until finally he threw the cigarette down and stomped it into the asphalt. We climbed over the tall iron gate, and then took off running through the trees.

John sang as he ran, "Let me take you down, 'cause I'm goin' to Strawberry Fields, nothin' is real. Nothin' to get hung about, Strawberry Fields forever!"

I started laughing and joined in.

He started a new verse, "Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's gettin' hard to be someone, but it all works out. It doesn't matter much to me."

I joined in on the chorus, "Let me take you down, 'cause I'm goin' to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothin' to get hung about, Strawberry Fields forever!"

He threw his arms around me and we tumbled down to the wet, green grass. He laid on his back and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.

"You should write those lyrics down," I told him quietly, "You could put the song on one of your albums when you're famous." We shared a laugh.

"I'll be bigger than Elvis!" he exclaimed.

We laughed even more. It was moments like this when I really loved being with John.

"Hey, Michelle," he whispered.

"Hmm?"

He hesitated, "Can I, erm, ask you somethin'?"

I turned my head so I could look into his deep hazel eyes. "Sure, Johnny Boy."

He scratched his head. "Do you think we should… run away?"

The smile disappeared off my face, "Why the hell do you wanna do that?"

He furrowed his brow, "Why don't you? It's not like you'll miss your mum or anythin'!"

I thought about it. He was right. My mum was the only family I had and she annoyed the living shit out of me.

"Maybe," I said, "But where would we go?"

He sighed, "I dunno, Blackpool or somethin'."

We gazed up at the starry sky in silence. Out of the blue, I heard a whistle blow.

"Hey you kids! Buzz off!"

We jumped up from the ground and ran, laughing and screaming, back to the gates. We jumped over and started heading home.

"So," John began, kicking a few pebbles into the street, "Tomorrow me and the band are gonna be playin' at the Garden Fete… you comin'?" he looked at me with hopeful eyes.

I grinned, "Of course I am, Johnny!"

We stopped in front of my front yard. He gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, and then headed over to his house. I tiptoed up the stairs to my bedroom. I didn't even bother changing into my pajamas. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

There's the first chapter! Thanks so much for reading! BTW next chapter, they meet Paulie! :) Please review, I want to know what you think! Peace and Love 3 :)