I open my closet door to be surprised and somewhat scared. "Boo!" a voice says and I yelp and then laugh when I discover who it is. "What are you doing here?!" I ask excitedly as I wrap my arms around him and he hugs me back and tucks my head under his smooth chin. He strokes my hair as he holds me and my eyes are closed and I'm just enjoying being close to him like this. "I got here and noticed you were in the bath, so I thought I'd surprise you." he answers and I smile against his chest and I feel his lips touch my hair. "You haven't left my mind for the past two weeks." he says against my hair before resting his cheek on my head. "I can say the same. I've been real bored without you." I confess as I feel his hands rest on my back. I open my eyes and lift my head to look into his deep eyes that are now set on me and he gives me a smile before leaning down for a kiss. His sweet lips touch mine in a tender kiss and I kiss him back quickly as I've missed his lips. He cradles my cheek as his lips move against mine in a deep kiss and he pulls away after a few seconds. We both have smirks on our faces as we gaze at each other and he rests his forehead on mine. "I can't believe you hid in the closet." I say with a soft laugh and his soft laugh joins mine. "I was looking for a hiding spot and then I heard the water draining so I had to hide somewhere, love." he confesses with a grin. "Mmm." I say and he kisses my cheek. "So how've you been?" he asks and I shrug and look down to our two pairs of socked feet and he places his finger under my chin. He raises my chin so I'll look at him and I blush and he kisses the tip of my nose. I hug him and rest my chin on his broad shoulder as he hugs me back and I feel his smooth cheek against my neck. "Are you staying the night?" I ask curiously. "Of course, ya got room in your bed for me?" he answers and I mutter a soft laugh. "Always." I answer and I pull away to look at him and he kisses me sweetly and I pull away to get into my bed. He takes off; his dress pants, crisp white shirt and black tie, socks and white t shirt. He snuggles into me as he slips into bed and I giggle as I lock my fingers into his dark hair. His lips touch my neck in my most tender places and I squirm and he laughs in response. "Go to bed." I joke as I turn around and he spoons me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Goodnight, dear." he says before kissing my cheek and I squeeze his hand that lays below mine as his is on my waist. "Goodnight, boyfriend." I say with a small yawn.
I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock and I groan as I shut it off. What a dream that was, if only the dream about my favorite beatle was true. I comb my fingers through my hair as I stand up and walk over to my dresser to get ready for school, something I hate with a passion. I find the energy to put on the minimal amount of makeup and I find what to do with my hair and a outfit before I grab my schoolbag and walk to school. I arrive at school and go to the cafeteria for a quick lunch first of all. "Hey, did you find out if you have enough for a ticket?" the cheery voice of my friend Kelly says as she walks up and I grab my small tray of food. "I'm working on it, how's it going for you?" I say as we start our way to our first hour class that we share. "It's slowly happening, or at least I hope so." she says with a groan and I sigh as I'm tired. "Kel, what's even the point of going if we won't be able to hear them over the roar of all the fans screaming?" I say sadly. "Amy, it's still a one in a lifetime chance and what if we do score the passes for the meet and greet at the hotel?" she says positively and I shrug and push my light brown hair over my shoulder. Let me introduce myself; my name is Amy Peterson and my friend here goes by the name of Kelly Adams and we're best friends. We're both 21 years old and most importantly we're big fans of the British pop group the Beatles who are extremely popular at this time. The year is 1965 and the month is May and we're both very excited for the semester to end as we're in college to be midwives. I shrug again as her dad who is manager at the local hotel here in the capital of our state in the U.S.A where the Beatles will be staying for a few days when they fly in tomorrow morning. They're playing one show tomorrow evening at 5 at the local stadium that the baseball team plays at. We arrive at our classroom and walk in to sit at our two person desk and we set down our books and I stare at the chalkboard with today's plans. I groan as I'm not all that excited as today we're going over the boring, quick topic of pain management and medicine for the mother in labor. I look to Kelly whose looking at a Beatles magazine and I peek over her shoulder to look at the color picture of Paul and the three others. Ringo is Kelly's favorite while Paul is mine, but really we're just like any other Beatles fan who is crazy about them but who will never meet them. That's what I thought at the time and I had no idea that the next day, Saturday, would change the rest of my life. Definitely for the better.