"Rose!"
I looked up from my camera to face one of my best friends.
"Yes, my dearest Johnny boy?" I replied sweetly. He stared at me with enraged eyes.
"What the hell have you done to my picture of Brigitte?" He screamed. I smirked. I always thought his and the boys' little infatuation with her was revolting.
"I thought she could use a slight makeover." In actuality, the makeover was me drawing a Groucho Marx mustache, a unibrow, and very unnecessary body hair. I'm a pretty good artist and this really showed off my skills. "Looks a great deal better if you ask me." I grabbed my copy of A Tree Grow In Brooklyn as he was about to yell again, but our front door opened.
"Rose!" Three angry voices yelled. I turned to see my other three friends Paul, George and Ringo glaring furiously at me. I gave their posters a few upgrades as well. Guess they didn't appreciate my gift too much either.
This is my life. Hi. Welcome to my tale. My name's Rosaline Ophelia Poole. I prefer Rose, if it's all the same to you. I've lived with John Lennon for as long as I can remember. John, Paul, George, and Ringo are my best friends and surrogate older brothers, if you will. I'm younger than George which makes me the "helpless little sister" of us all. Unfortunately for them, I'm a little too annoying and little sister-ish for their taste. Too many practical jokes and too little cleaning, they think. I am a pretty good cook, so I like to believe that makes up for it a little.
"What?" I asked innocently. "Me and Bridge were only havin' a bit of fun, that's all!"
"Bloody hell, Rose! Why can't you be little more, oh I dunno, civilized?" John asked. I rolled my eyes. I was everything butcivilized in his eyes. I was more of a tomboy than a lady most girls were at my age. Give me a break, will you? I hate the way girls are and dress these days. I grew up with John since before I could walk, and I rolled with the guys as I got older. Sure, I had my girlfriends, but I could hang with the rough of them.
My best girl friends, their names are Colleen and Violet. Violet and I became friends in preschool because we both had the weirdest, most unusual names in the class. Colleen joined our odd name circle in grade two, and we've all been mates ever since. They're currently in Vienna, Austria. Violet was modeling and exploring her painting and sculpting talents. She was actually quite good; I don't know why she needed someone to tell her. Colleen is modeling and designing some fashions while playing part time in a band. So basically, they both left me here alone. Isn't my selfishness lovely?
"It doesn't just work like that all the time. But, I'm sorry, okay? Anything I could do to make it up for you?" Paul raised his eyebrows.
"Weeeell-," he leered before John cuffed him on the back of the head.
"You watch yourself, McCartney." He growled. George and Ringo scowled at me.
"I'll make you all food," I sighed. Their eyes brightened and I was attacked with hugs and kisses. "Alright, alright! Sod off, you lot! Go do something useful, will you?" after another kiss on the cheek from each, the boys hopped into the living room where the television began to blare some daft American show the boys always seemed to watch. While I have a break from them, why don't I tell you a bit about myself?
I was born on the fourteenth of April. My parents were young when they had me. My mother was thirteen and my father was sixteen. They were kids, too poor and too unprepared for a baby. My mother's mother sent me to live with one of her closest friend, John's aunt Mimi, when I was two. They've always been in my life and they still are, but Mimi was my primary caretaker. Even though they were you when they had me, Mum and Dad stayed in love and stayed together. They had two more kids when I was seven and when I turned ten. Liam and Juliette. Liam's ten and Juliette is eight. I don't see them very often because they all decided to move to France when I started high school.
Any road, I'm 19, about 5'4", with thick black hair that is basically messy ringlets and long cowlicks. It was usually in a ponytail or an unkempt bun. My nose was button-ish on my round, child-like face. My best feature would have to be my eyes. They're violet blue, just like Elizabeth Taylor's. I barely wear dresses like my girlfriends. I'll occasionally wear skirts that are less than appropriate for society, but usually, I'll borrow George's leather pants and jeans. I only have one pair of heels and one dress. The only time I wore them was Mum and Mimi forced the four of us to prom, just before we met Ringo. Worst day of my life, I can tell you. The only jewelry I wear is a silver necklace with a music note on it from the boys and a jade green bracelet from my siblings. Like I said before, I hate the way girls dress.
And we're back. I fired the boys up some chips and made them wait until they cooled to eat them.
"Oh, be a mate, Rose! Let us eat!" Ringo pleaded.
"Life is not a basket of every flavored beans, Richard. Sometimes, you can't get what you want." I scolded and looked at my watch. I was going to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday at half one. "Now, be careful. They're hot. I don't want any grief from the likes of you." I kissed them each on the cheek. "See you lot in a bit." Paul, George and Ringo mumbled goodbye through their mouthfuls of food but John looked at me.
"Aye, where're yeh headed?" He interrogated.
"Dan's place."
His face clouded over. "I hate that bloke. You're not going."
"Like hell I'm not!" I protested. John utterly despised my boyfriend. Dan, he's kind of sick, you see? He'll be nice one minute and then flip out. He hit me a few times before and once or twice threatened me while John was around. I honestly needed Paul, George and Ringo to help me pull John off of Dan. I mean, it's not like I can't hold my own.
He put his fork down. "Rose, no."
"John, is your saying no really gonna stop me? I mean, really." I said. He contemplated this and gave in.
You'd better be careful out there in Blackpool. I don't wanna go to the big house for killin' anybody that hurts you, hear?"
"I got it." They said goodbye once more.
"Be back before it gets dark out or I'll cripple ya!" I head John call out the door as I ran out. I waved him off behind me and skidded up to the bus stop as the vehicle pulled up. I was headed for Blackpool!