A/N Okay, so this isn't all true, I just wrote it how I remember it, and made us older. All of this stuff actually happened though. Think of it as a historical fiction so to speak! And I had permission from each girl to put their stories up.

Story One:

She's Leaving Home

Teddy Mitchall was not asleep. Sure, she was seventeen, so technically she should've been able to sleep whenever she felt like it, but tonight was different.

She heard her father stumble up the stairs and into his room. She heard the thud and creak that meant he'd collapsed onto his bed, and the wracking snore that signaled he'd passed out, drunk again.

This had happened every day since Teddy was twelve, and today the girl had had enough.

She got out of bed, changed into a pair of dark jeans, her black Abbey Road tee shirt, a black ski cap, and a black jacket. She tied the laces on her sneakers, and grabbed her camo rucksack filled with the items she wished to keep: All of The Beatle's movies (including Nowhere Boy, Across the Universe, and How I Won The War), all of her Beatles CD's, her iPod, a picture of her mother, a couple of sandwiches, sunglasses, around 600 dollars she'd saved, ect. Ect.

She scribbled a note telling her father she was leaving and why, then tip toed quietly down the stairs and across the hall. When she'd reached the front door, she threw it wide open, the cold air smacking her in the face. Teddy stepped outside on her own free will for the first time since sixth grade, and closed the door behind her.

Then she ran.

And ran,

And ran.

She reached the Greyhound bus that would take her to the train station, and she boarded the train that would take her just far enough away from her father. To Santa Cruz. To her sister.

Teddy settled in on a seat, and closed her eyes.

"Jamie, I swear I'm going to strangle you someday."

"What? It's not my fault we took the wrong train!"

"Yes, it is! If you had just worn your glasses-"

"I hate my glasses!"

Teddy opened a dark eye lazily, and assessed the intrusion. The squabbling was coming from a brunette and a redhead about her age. The girls stood out in a good way (in Teddy's opinion). The brunette had a Jane Asher styled haircut, a rainbow tye-died shirt, and bright blue jeans, and the redhead was wearing a floor-length brown skirt and a Woodstock tee-shirt. Yes, these girls looked like the type Teddy would want to hang out with, but if they didn't stop fighting soon, she was going to murder them both.

Teddy sat up and rubbed her eyes. Sunlight streamed in through the tiny window on the train.

"Well, this is a lovely sight to wake up to." She said loudly and sarcastically, interrupting the girls who looked to her, surprised.

"Who the hell are you?" The redhead aimed her green eyes into Teddy's jet black ones.

"Teddy Mitchall. And you?"

"Charlie Martin." The redhead offered a calm smile.

"Jamie Andrews." The brunette gave and impish smile that complimented her hazel eyes filled with mischief.

Teddy didn't exactly know it yet, but meeting these two girls would be the best thing that ever happened to her.

A Year and a Half Later

It had been a year and six months since Teddy had ran away and arrived on her sister's doorstep. Jamie and Charlie had become her best friends, and were incredibly supportive when she told them her story.

Little did she know, they had their own stories to tell.

A/N

Okay, so that's Story One for ya! And Teddy is currently in partial contact with her father, still living with her older sister.

-Charlie