Hello there readers! So nice of you to drop by this story! Now lets get this straight this is my first full fanfic I've only collaborated on a few chapters on my lovely friend GeorgeHarrison'sGreaserGirl13's story so please be nice and review if you like! Now lets waver off into the wonderful world of fanfiction…
Summary: Lydia Cadewell was a happy five-year-old, best friends for boys that will someday be known to the world as the legendary Beatles. One day she is transported to the 21st century and is brought up spending her entire childhood there forgetting about her old life. What happens when she finds an old scrapbook and is transported back into the hands of the fab four?
CHAPTER 1*Flashback*
"Mummy! Can I go to a play date at Ritchie's house? Georgie, Johnny and Paulie will be there and they have a new ball!" five-year-old Lydia Cadewell pleaded to her mother. She was on her knees; hands clamped together, and bottom lip protruding out.
"Of course sweetie you don't have to plead like that," Mrs. Cadewell declared ruffling her daughters hair, "they are very good boys except that John fella is quite the troublemaker." Lydia giggled remembering all the shenanigans that John had gotten them in to. Lydia had been best friends with Richard Starkey since she was about 2 years old and their parents were friends. Then they met the other three and immediately became inseparable and gained the title "the five musketeers."
Before she knew it the pair were trotting down the cobblestone streets of Liverpool toward the Starkey residence. When they reached the poorest part of Liverpool where the Starkey's lived, Lydia bounded up the stairs with excitement to see her best friends and banged the door about 20 times before Elsie's footsteps neared the door.
From inside she heard, "Ritchie! You let go of that squirrels tail right now!" Suddenly the door flew open and Elsie's cheery face greeted her with a smile, "good morning sweetie, the boys are in back and they have a little surprise for you …" she trailed off. In the back four figures were fighting over who gets to throw the squirrel over the fence.
"I found it first." Probably Paul
"Its my backyard." Obviously Ritchie
"It bit me first." Definitely George
"Well I'm cooler than you." No doubt this was John
Lydia swaggered over to where John was holding it above his head and being taller than him snatched it from his hand and chucked it over the fence.
"Hey that was mean Lydia," pouted George slumping down on the grass.
"Hey Lydia think fast," said Paul and threw the new blue ball at her. Her reflexes were not quick enough and it hit her square in the face. Looking up from where she fell on the grass she crossed her stubby arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow.
"Thanks for the warm welcomes boys," Lydia snickered sarcastically.
"Karma my friend we call that karma," Ritchie stated jabbing an accusing finger in her direction. The musketeers burst into a random laughter that only they understood. Just having each other they were the happiest kids in the world
"Promise me we'll all grow up and be best friends forever!" Lydia gasped once they finished their seemingly never-ending laughter
"Yeah!" they all exclaimed leaping to their feet for no apparent reason.
"One for all!" screeched Ritchie thrusting his hand forward.
"And all for one!" they chorused one by one putting their hands on top of his. They all jumped back whooping and cheering with glee. Little did they know that that pact would be shattered in a matter of minutes.
"I love you guys!" Lydia breathed as the five of them simultaneously laid down on the grass.
"Ewww," George and Paul said childishly.
"Sooo…," Ritchie drawled breaking the rare peaceful silence they had, "do you know what today is Lydia." He looked at her expectantly.
"Thursday," she pointed out causing John to snicker seeing clearly that his cheeky, sarcastic humour has rubbed off on her, " k but seriously what's up Ritchie?"
"Shame shame on you my friend but for your information today is our-" and then he paused.
"TWO YEAR FRIEND-AVERSARY!" they all yelled bounding once again to their feet. Honestly will these kids ever stay put?
"OH MY GOD I am so sorry I forgot guys come 'ere!" she cheered and made a move to go hug them all but noticed something strange.
"Hey where'd Ritchie go?" Suddenly two ringed hands clamped down on her shoulders causing her to jump.
"Surprise!" he jumped in front of her and handed her something. It was a rough old book with the words scrawled on the front in messy handwriting, "The Fivve Moskiteers." Lydia inwardly laughed at Ritchie's lack of spelling knowledge. "It's a scrapbook of all of us. Do you like it?" Lydia was speechless. She was going to treasure this for her whole life, heck she was going to bring it in heaven with her when she died! The rich kids would call it rubbish but Lydia saw it as a piece of gold.
"You guys you- you," she stumbled on her words as her eyes welled up in tears of happiness.
"If your trying to say thanks then your welcome," Paul concluded for her. She suddenly tackled them to the ground in a group hug and they erupted in bales of laughter. Soon they found themselves sitting in a circle waiting for Lydia to open the scrapbook.
"Here we go," but as she peeled open the first page, she felt a strange sensation of lightness overwhelm her body. Only when Ritchie let out a frightened squeak did she ask what was wrong.
"What's happening to you? You're-you're disappearing!" yelled Paul waving his hand in front of him in attempt to touch her but the hand went straight through her body. A look of terror swept over each of the boys eyes as they desperately tried to touch her. Lydia tried screaming for help but no sound came out of her mouth.
"Lydia come back"
"Don't go don't go!"
The young girl was a shade over transparency now and was taking her last looks at her four friends. Wait no rephrase that, four brothers. The last thing she saw before fading away from them was her best friend Ritchie's broken and tear streaked face mouthing the four words he never thought he would have to say to her.
"Please don't leave me," and when he reached out his hand once again to feel her for a final time, she was gone. His sister, gone just like that. With their most valuable member gone, the five musketeers will never be one again. After hoping and praying the soon to be Beatles had to accept the fact that they will never see their precious Lydia again. Or so they thought…
*Meanwhile*
Lydia woke up on cold pavement in the year 1999. She knew who she was and all that. I am Lydia Cadewell. I am five years old. I don't know where I am. Then realization dawned on her. I don't know anything about my family (if I have one) or my life. The panic started to overcome her and she began shaking like a leaf while hot fat tears ran down her cheeks. She was only five years old for Pete's sake, this was too much to handle!
"Oh sweetie are you alright?" Lydia jumped from where she was sitting to see a rosy cheeked pudgy woman looking down at her with worried eyes. The woman tried once again after Lydia did not answer, "where are your parents or do you have any?" she asked uncertainly.
"I don't know uh I don't think so," she scratched her head in confusion in order to not look like a stereotypical weakling child and stopped crying.
"Oh you poor baby! Here come home with me!" Lydia felt slightly uncomfortable as the woman scooped her into her arms but accepted the kindness that the woman granted her. Taking her under her wing the woman became the confused child's foster mother. She spent her entire childhood there never once cracking a thought about her four brothers still waiting for her to finally come home.
Hope you guys liked the first chappie! How was it? Ill update soon!