My first fanfic. I can't lie I do feel very very nervous but a little faith won't hurt. Reviews won't either. Here I go...

Two young men were walking towards the Liverpool Institute for Boys.

"So, another bird that went nutty...Honestly John, all birds are either off their rocka and fanciable or just off their rocka. The Liverpool minority is the just plain fanciable!" Paul McCartney was going into raptures about girl trouble.

"Aye now," John Lennon mock-scolded the younger bloke, "don't ya dare start complainin' now about what game ya planning on playing for the rest of ya life."

He waggled his finger in mock warning. Paul grinned cheekily. "It does keep life int'resting. Still don't know what that Lulu did with that tuft a' hair." He reached up and felt a familiar section of his head. "It was Lola, Paulie." They thought for a mo, and simultaneously said, "Layla!"

John remembered the nutty dame.

"She had you on your knees!"

"Really? And I guess Gwyn followed you about like a fuckin' fawn."

John's face coloured remembering the leggy lady from a performance 3 nights before.

"Paulie McCartney, ya weren't there. Ya never will be, mind you. Ya didn't experience it. At the time I woulda given up Rock 'n Roll for another night."

Paul's perpetually high eyebrows shot up a little more and he gave a low whistle, "That good?"

John gave an even lower whistle and said "In-deeed."

He then changed the subject, "Speaking a' girls, where's Georgia?"

"Lay off, John. Geo has skill."

"Yeah, but 'e's also practic'lly an infant. I'm surprised we aren't changing his nappies between songs."

"Winston..."

John turned sharply at this and looked the bassist in the eyes, "Don't call me that, James."

John's face remained stiff but the fire was evident in his pale brown eyes. Anyone who knew of John Lennon's fire would know how bad the receiver's person could look if John wasn't restrained.

John, for once, did the deed himself. "Where's ickle Geo?"

They'd decided not to enter the school because a teacher from their time there could recognise them. And not because of their model citizenship.

"Shit, he's died in there, 'asn't he?" Paul failed at lightening the mood. For a temperamental Ted, John liked to keep on schedule. Only when it came to the band, mind you.
"We gotta go in."

"Are you a fuckin' girl? No, so ya don't have a excuse for bein' a nutjob. Le' us wait for 'i'm to show?"

John just started towards the school anyways knowing that Paul would follow. John had a presence, the shame was that knew it. They avoided a short old biddy and headed towards the steps at the school's front.

"John..." John widened his eyes innocently.

"Don't embarrass the lad."

"How could I? 'E'll be seen with me." Paul rolled his eyes.

Speaking of eyes, across the road all the girls had gathered together in small groups on the Liverpool Institute for Girls steps and were whispering excitedly. All the blokes were just milling about but keeping their distance. You never knew with Teds after all.

They headed to the girls school and found the only girl not buzzing like a bee. She was sleeping on one of the bench. Her head was back and showed her pale skin off. She was not a Bardot wannabe judging by her long dark brown hair with its cloud of curls. Even if her head was back she wasn't snoring, just breathing. John and Paul were eyeing her full figure.

"Let's find out if she's part of Liverpool's minority." John then sat on the bench next to her and started nudging her awake.

"Darlin', daaaarlin'..." She kept her eyes closed but moved a bit and muttered "Klojo." And opened her eyelids to reveal grey eyes.

"What's 'at mean? Love at first sight, love?" John smirked at the slightly at the flustered lass.

'Til she said "Son of a bitch." and kept the flustered look on.

Paul was still looking at the girl but out of the corner of his eye he could see John hotting up from the comment. Both were standing and looking at her and Paul was sure that John was moments away from striking her. Until she gave an adorable self-deprecating smile, stood up and apologised.

"Sorry. Klogo means 'son of a bitch'. I arrived in this country yesterday and I'm ...knackered." The smile got a little bigger.

"This country? Not from here then?"

"No, Holland."

John was back. "Need a genuine Scouser to show you about?" He re-popped his collar simultaneously.

The girl smirked a little and leant her head to the side in Lennonesque mock confusion "Why? Can't me own dad show me 'round?"

"Are you a spy or summat? I'm from Holland, me dad's a Scouser, I'm tired...web of lies if ya ask me."

"OR I'm a Scouse-Dutch girl who just came back after eight years away! Okay, " her eyes were bright when she continued, "I've put you both through my life story. I want to hear yours now please!"

John spoke first (Shock.) "John. Scouser and rock 'n roll enthusiast."

"Paul. Rock 'n roll enthusiast and Scouser."

"Nice to meet you, I'm An-"

She didn't finish, because just then a wide eyed Geo skidded out of the Liverpool Institute for Boy's and shouted at someone over his shoulder.

"It'll be 'ere on MONDAY!" he then ran to the other side when he recognised his mates.

"Hey John, Paul. Hey Annika."

She obviously knew him. "Hey George. What goes on?"

"Mista Cole chasin' me for not doin' me maths homework."

"He's the one that looks like he just smelled rotten cheese, right? Good work Harrison!"

George gave his signature grin, "He said 'bout the opposite. Paul, John, meet Annika Heckley."

She finally shook their hands, "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Said John.

"Why are these fine men waitin' on ya George?"

John answered instead, "E's in our band." Annika found it strange that he didn't say 'We're in a band.' But let it go.

"My first English Rock 'n Roll band."

"Didn't ya think we were one when you first met us?" Paul was concerned with the way they were perceived.

"You don't usually meet a two person rock band, Paul. And just because you like it doesn't always mean you play it."

"I'm guessin' you like it yourself."

"Of course. I like Elvis and Chuck Berry but I've got a real weakness for Buddy Holly. I still get a little bit of heartache when hearing 'That'll Be the Day'... something tells me you need to go and practise?"

George, who had remained quiet, suddenly added to the conversation. With a loud stomach growl. "Arrrgghharr."

Paul spoke up. "We're going to lunch first, aren't we?"

"Want ta come with us?" said John, being a gentleman, before the others could.

"Course. Can't have me looking like a total naff, though." She whipped a black leather jacket out of her bag. She then proceeded to hitch up her school shirt causing her hemline, and the boys eyebrows, to rise. Annika then put on the jacket and her arm around George's shoulders. "C'mon, you're not the only one who's going to starve soon!" And so they went.