Hey! I've been writing Beatles' fics for a long time, but it's the first time I publish one! I hope you like it… And I'm Brazilian, so tell me if something is wrong! Thnak you ;D
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"Good day sunshine! Good day sunshine! Good day sunshine!"
Thalia's alarm clock insisted on the Beatles' song. Though she was a big fan of the boys, nobody likes when the alarm clock, because of a mistake, plays on Saturday, right?
– Well, now I'm awake. – She said, going out of her bed. – Good day for you too, boys. – Thalia said for the mobile and went until the bathroom to wash her face. Under the Beatles' picture on the mirror, there was a note from her mother. Although nobody else was there, she read it aloud.
"Dear Thalia
I don't think you forgot, but it's good remind you that I went to
Madrid and I'm going to stay there until next Saturday. You know that you can always call your grandmother. She'll make the lunch for you everyday.
See you soon
Kisses
Mommy"
– Yeah, like I could forget this trip. That's the only thing she's talking about over two months. – She threw the note on the rubbish and went to the kitchen. She'd get the milk, but then she saw the Coke. – Whatever, nobody's here to argue with me.
After the "healthy" breakfast, she went to the attic. It was full of dust that made her sneeze, but Thalia didn't care. She continued looking for what she wanted: the Beatles' LPs. But she found something she wasn't looking for.
– What is that? The original A Hard Day's Night LP? But why is that on my house? Mom doesn't even like the Beatles! – She stopped to think, and then remembered. – Oh, it should be dad's… He never told me about it. Why?
She stayed curious, but it wasn't really important. She just took that for her bedroom and left on the dressing table, under the mirror. Thalia stayed a little worried, because soon the sun would be there, and maybe that could spoil the LP.
– Well, I'll just take a little shower and then I change its place.
Poor girl. She didn't imagine what could happen while she was on the shower.
She took a long shower and wore a towel around her body. Her hair wet the floor, but she didn't care. Thalia was deciding what cloth she would wear when she noticed. Four guys were looking at her.
She made what any smart girl would do: shouted a lot.
– Don't touch me! – She said, taking her guitar and pointing it as a weapon.
– C'mon, don't throw this guitar, it's a Rickenbacker! – One of the boys, the one with a tight mouth, said to her.
– Oh my God, you look exactly like John Lennon, but don't take a step or I'll break the Rickenbacker!
– OK, let's all calm down! – Said another boy, the shortest one, who had wonderful blue eyes and a big nose.
– I'm gonna calm down if you tell me who are you and look to the other way!
The four boys turn their back to her, and she put the first clothes she found on the wardrobe: black tight jeans, her sneakers and a white baby-look with a purple cat. Really fast, she took her hairbrush and brushed the wet hair, then she put a pink lipstick and said to the boys:
– OK, now you can look. – They looked again at her, and their jaw dropped.
– Really better. – The most handsome of the boys, that had hazelnut eyes, blinked to her.
– George, stop it, the girl is frightened and you are flirting her? Come on! – The tallest one, who had a cute face, gave an earful to the other one, and he blushed.
– Well, maybe she wouldn't be frightened if we introduce! – He replied. – Right, bird?
– Yeah, if you introduce and tell me how you came to my bedroom.
– Well, let's introduce first. I'm John Lennon. – The first boy said.
– I'm Ringo Starr.
– George Harrison, at your disposal for everything, sweetheart. Everything.
– Shut up, George. I'm Paul McCartney.
Thalia's mind was empty. The Beatles, on their own, young and (in case of John and George) alive, in her bedroom!
– What? Are you… the Beatles?
– Exactly, baby. – John said, and Thalia stayed looking at them, stupefied. – And you are…
– Thalia Rossum, I think. – She said, confused. – And how in hell did you come to my bedroom?
– You know, sugar, that's what we are asking too. – Ringo said. – How did we come to your bedroom? We were at the studio with Norm and… Oh my God, Norm!
– Norm will have an attack! – Paul said, worried. – I don't want to die before my 23rd birthday!
– What? – Thalia asked. – Boys, what year do you think we are?
– 1964! – They said together, confused. – Aren't we?
– No!
– What do you mean by "no"? So in what year are we?
– 2010!
– What? – The four boys shouted together, looking at her without understand.
– How could we travel to the future? – George asked.
– I don't know! – Thalia said. – There must be a logic explanation, but I can't think in one now.
– Well, who cares how we came? How will we come back? – John asked to Thalia.
– I don't know! I don't even know how you came here. – She said, putting her hand on the dressing table. Then she remembered. – Wait a moment.
She looked to the A Hard Day's Night LP. The pictures of the Beatles who used to stay on the album cover had disappeared, and all she could see was the blue background.
So, what did you think? Please, review! Chapter 2 coming soon!