iAm the Fifth Beatle
(A/N: I got this idea a while back. Now I'm posting this for my Beatle loving friends on Twitter!)
Chapter 1: Unleashing secrets.
(Freddie's POV)
"Face it Benson you're going to lose" Sam said. We were playing one of our usual games. Arm wrestling. We were tied.
"Look Kira Knightly!" Sam yelled trying to get me to focus on something other than the game.
"Haha very funny...I might've fallen for that last time but not this time." I said. Now I was slightly struggling to keep from losing. She was strong....too strong sometimes. I'm the only guy who's ever challenged her to arm wrestling. I'm NOT giving up! If I let her win then she'd gloat so much...I looked at Sam. She had that competitive edge in her eyes. She looked as she was barely making an effort to keep my arm from pinning hers. My arm was almost going to give out when...
"Ok Benson let's call this a tie...until next time deal" she held out her hand...
"Deal" I shook her hand but felt a shock. I jumped from the table holding my hand.
"SAM!" I yelled. She was laughing uncontrolably. I was shaking my hand in the air to get the singing feeling off my hand. Spencer came out of his bedroom with a big box.
"Hey Spencer" I said.
"Hey Spence. What's in the box?" Sam asked standing next to me?
"THIS box has some of the most historical things in musical history. My grandfather sent them all the way from Yakima. And he got these from a guy who lives next to him name Mr. Martin. Who just happen to be the sound producer where these guys recorded their albums" Spencer opened the box to unreveal a whole bunch of Beatles albums and memorials.
"Whoa!" Sam and I said simultaneously. Even though Sam and I didn't hace that much in common we sure did agree on one thing. Music. We both agree the Beatles were the best band ever. All 3 of us went digging through the box. It had contents ranging from albums to programs from concerts. Then Spencer found a wierd straw thingy.
"Hey its a thingy! A fiendish thingy!" Spencer said holding it up. Sam and I shared a confused look.
"Nevermind" Spencer said putting it back into the box. We then found a mini guitar case. We opened it to find a ukulale (sp?)
"OMG this is so cool!" Spencer exclaimed.
"Who's was it?" Sam asked impatiently. Sam was morbidly obsessed with John Lennon. He was the "bad" Beatle. Always pushed everything to the limit. That's one of the reasons the Beatles became so big. If it was his she'd go nuts.
"Uh...I can't...tell" Spencer said.
"Maybe I can here hand it over" I studied the ukulale carefully. Then when I held it I could tell. I'm a lefty so I naturaly held it "upside down" as most would say...but this one was strung differently...I could actually play it correctly.
"It's Pauls...It was made for a lefty..I can tell by the way it's strung."
"Can you play it?" Spencer asked.
"I know how to play a couple of tunes but nothing special" I said trying not to sound like I was bragging.
"Play something then dork!" Sam said.
"Ok I i will....pushy" I whispered that last part as i started playing one of my favorite Beatles songs. "Blackbird" I started tapping my foot. I fould Sam and Spencer doing the same as I started singing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Black bird singing in the dead of night Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Into the light of the dark black night.
Into the light of the dark black night.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
As the song finished I started whistling the end part like in the actual song as I picked the last note with my fingers.
"Wow!" Spencer and Sam said clapping.
"You've got talent Benson" Sam said. That was BIG coming from Sam Puckett. She NEVER complimented anyone that easily.
"Thanks" I said gingerly putting the ukulale back in its' case and putting it back in the box. Spencer put everything in the box away and went to go put it back in his room. When he made the way up the steps that led to his room he tripped and fell forward crashing and dropping the box. Nothing fell out thank god.
"I'm ok!" Spencer said standing up and going to pick the box up. Suddenly my mom came in running with her huge first aid kit.
"Mom what are you doing here?"
"I heard a loud crash and screaming Freddie are you alright?"
"He's fine Mrs. Benson"
"I'm fine mom Spencer just fell..."
"Ok good...umm Spencer you need to be packed and ready to go at 6:30 tomorrow our flight leaves at 7."
"Sure thing Mrs. Benson" Spencer said unenthusistic as he slowly made his way into his room.
"Wait why are you going to the airport?"
"Spencer and I are taking a trip to the yearly hygine convention in Florida"
"So me, Carly, and Sam get to stay home alone ALL WEEK!?"
"Heavens no! Since Sam is staying with Carly you're all going to be living under the same roof for a week with a responcible babysitter" I groaned. We were all 15 almost 16 and she wants to hire a babysitter?
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The next morning we all had to get up early to let in the babysitter and say goodbye to my mom and Spencer.
"Now the emergancy numbers are on the fridge and there are the numbers of the hotel room we're going to be staying in on there too" Spencer said as Carly and Sam were trying to push him out the door.
"Bye Freddie be good." my mom gave me a hug.
"Bye mom have a good trip" I said hugging her back. Her phone rang.
"I have to take this outside." she ran to our apartment and closed the door behind her.
(Mrs. Bensons POV)
I looked down at my phone. It was my half sister Stella calling.
"Hello Stella...when are you coming over?"
"Can't doll I'm sick"
"What!? You can't be sick you have to watch Freddie and his friends this week"
"I know but I have the swine flu. Sorry"
"You were my last hope"
"Hey why don't you ask Dad if he can do it?"
"No way! I don't want Freddie wrapped up in his life"
"Come on what have you got to lose. Dad'll do it he's free this month. Plus Freddie can get to know his REAL grandfather."
"You really think I should?"
"Yes!"
"Ok well I'll trust you sis. Talk to you later."
"Ok bye hun love ya!"
"Bye love you to" I ended the call and dialed a number I haven't dialed since I was 16. It rang twice before that all to fimiluar voice answered the phone.
"Hello?" his deep british accent greeted me.
"Father. It's me Marissa. Could you do me a HUGE favor this week?"
"Sure hun what's up. and please don't call me Father. It's too formal. Call me dad"
"Ok dad well my son needs a babysitter this week while I'm away...could you watch him?"
"Sure hun! I'd be happy to watch Freddie. I'm in California right now. It's only a 6 hour drive away."
"Ok thanks" I gave him the address and instrucions
"You sure you want to do this?"
"100% I want to get to know my grandson"
"ok if you're sure. And thanks again. I know you're busy"
"Don't worry about it Marrissa. Just have fun. Go before your flight is late"
"Ok thank you dad. goodbye"
"Goodbye darling" I hung up the phone and went next door.
"Ok change of plans Freddie instead of Aunt Stealla your grandfather is coming so behave ok?"
"Ok mom bye" he said
(Freddie's POV)
They left! WOHOOO! We all jumped in the air.
"So your grandfather's coming?"
"Yeah. I'm so excited I've never met him before!"
"You haven't?" Sam asked raiding the fridge
"No. My mom said his life was too complicated and I couldn't handle it. I wonder what he's like?"
"Better than mine I hope. Mine just sleeps and burps" Sam said eating a piece of ham.
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About 6 hours later we heard the doorbell ring. I eagerly opened the door. When the man infront of me put his hand out I shook it in shock.
"Is this the apartment where Freddie Benson and his friends are staying?"
"Yes sir it is...come in" he didn't budge.
"You don't know who I am do you?"
"Of corse I do! You're music legend left handed bass player for the Beatles Paul McCartney I'm not stupid."
"But...I'm also your grandfather" he said. I looked back Carly and Sam were both staring at me as I passed out on the floor.
Was it true? Is Paul McCartney REALLY my grandfather? how?
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