Hello everybody!

This is officially THE SEQUAL TO HERE COMES THE SUN, ANOTHER GIRL! WOOH HOOO! I am pretty excited to do this. I seriously have no flippin' clue whats going to happen in the story. I also want to thank EVERY ONE OF YOU that supported me through here comes the sun. I felt so insecure with my writing, and then people tell me that the love my story and to update soon. You guys helped me a lot. Thanks 3

Chapter 1

Abby POV

I walked out of the house and was immediately bombarded with flashing cameras and microphones being stuck into my face, reporters swarming around me. I sighed and ignored what they had to say, and entered the car. I began to drive down the road, and FINALLY the reporters received the message to stop huddling around the vehicle. After Tahiti, It's been like this. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Tahiti was amazing, beautiful, and romantic. George really knew how to make a girl feel happy. Almost every night was spent at the beach, and I was happy.

All I wanted to do was get some milk at the store! But NO, all these low-life reporters had to ask me stupid questions and follow me EVERYWHERE. I finally parked the car in front of the store. And slipped out of the car, and put a pair of sunglasses on. Thankfully, no one noticed me. I picked my items from the shelves, and was about to go pay at the cash, when I collided into someone.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see where I was go-" I started, but was me with a pair of brilliant blue eyes. "RINGO!" I shout-whispered, and hugged him tightly. I would have shouted for real, but, you know, he's a famous drummer in a rock band.

"Hey Abby! Haven't seen you in a while! How was Tahiti?" he asked, his eyes filled with happiness. I grinned and told him about our trip and smiled when I was done. "Looks like you had fun!" he said.

"I did! How's marriage?" I said. He immediately grinned.

"I love it. Georgia being right next to me every day when I wake up is amazing. I'm so happy I got that girl…" he said. I could tell that he loved her with all her heart.

We continued to talk as I paid for my items. Ringo was so fun to talk to. He was enthusiastic about everything. We walked out of the store and I was about to make my way to the car, but two familiar people were walking down the street. One with round glasses and long light brown hair. I immediately recognized him as John. I wanted to run up and hug him; I haven't seen him in so long. But the person he was walking with made me stop in my tracks. A woman with squinty eyes and long, black, frizzy hair. Someone I've hated for god knows how long.

Yoko Ono.

I pulled Ringo behind a trash can and waited for them to go by.

"Abby! Why did you pull me behi-"
"Shut your gob for two seconds please?" I whisper shouted. He sighed, but did as I asked. John and Yoko walked past us, not even looking our way and I hopped out from our hiding spot.

"What was that for?" Ringo asked me. I shook my head. This couldn't be happening. Georgia and I hated Yoko. She is one of the reasons The Beatles broke up, and who knows, maybe John and George could've lived if things didn't happen the way they did.

"That girl walking with John is Yoko Ono. She is one of the reasons you guys broke up the band, therefor Georgia and I hate her. I really don't feel like meeting her, since I'd rather throw her off a cliff. The only thing that I slightly like about her is that she makes John happy," I said. Ringo's eyes got big.

"I don't like her already," Ringo said. I gave him a small smile and said goodbye to him. We both made our way to our cars and I drove back home. Again, being bombarded with the press, I hurriedly made my way to the door and entered the house. I walked into the kitchen and placed all the groceries in the fridge, and walked into the living room. On the couch, Keith, Olivia and Zak were asleep on George , and he was asleep as well. I found that quite adorable. I didn't want to interrupt, so I walked upstairs to George and I's room. I called Ringo on the phone, and he picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" he said cheerfully. I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"Hey Ringo."

"Hi Abby!"

"Ringo, can you just not tell Georgia about Yoko? You don't really want to see her rage. I've already seen it, so I feel more comfortable telling her myself."

"No problem! I understand. Eileen, put down the china plate!" a crash was heard. "Dammit." Ringo muttered. I guess all kids are the same.

"I'll let you be Ringo. Have a nice night!" I said and hung up the phone.

Georgia will not be happy once she finds out about Yoko.