Hi, hi, hi! Oh, it's been so long, and I truly apologize for my absence for those of you waiting on this! I've had the worst trouble getting this story going! But at last, I think I've got it in order! I've got the story line all written out, and the first three or four chapters already written! I do hope this makes up for the wait!

This first chapter is just a little introduction thing. A little bit of comedy and friendship thrown in there for good measure. ;]

Disclaimer: I only own Annabelle.

"Oh, couch how I've missed you!" Anna pushed open the door into the home that she shared with John Lennon and ran to the familiar piece of furniture, all but falling onto its soft cushions.

"I promise, I won't ever leave you like that again." She added dramatically, then there was a sudden weight added on top of her and she looked up to see George sitting in the bend of her back.

"You know, this couch seems lumpier than I remember." He bounced a bit.

Anna laughed, "Georgie!"

"Alright," John walked in with an amp in one hand and a suitcase in the other, "I know it's exciting to be home, but we've still got to unload the van."

"Well, you know how much I would love to help, John, but I seem to have a George Harrison hindering me from moving. Therefore, I am incapable of the help you desire." Anna examined her nails with a smile, looking up at John from the corner of her eyes.

John chuckled, "Here, George. Let me help you with that."

Anna laughed, struggling under the weight of the two Beatles.

"By George! I think you're right, George!" John exclaimed, his eyes wide, "This couch does seem lumpier!"

"Paul!" Anna called, her face turning red from laughter.

"What's going on in here?" Paul came in with Anna's suitcase and his bass.

"Paul, help me!" Anna reached for him.

"Here, Paulie, does this couch seem lumpier than before we left?"

"Well, let's have a look see." Paul smiled and walked over to sit on Anna's squirming legs, "You're right. It is a bit uncomfortable."

"That's what I was thinking!" George smiled.

"I agree. Annabelle," John bent around George to see the back of Anna's head, "we're just going to have to get rid of it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Johnny." She said, "It's perfectly fine from where I lay."

They laughed till Ringo came in complaining that he was the only one working and they joined him, bringing in all of Anna's and John's things and putting Paul's and George's into their respective cars. They had taken Ringo's father's van, so they left his luggage and drums in the vehicle. When they finished, they sat on the front porch talking till the sun began to set and George stood with a stretch. Ringo stood as well, both preparing to leave. They all agreed to meet for breakfast in the morning at John and Anna's and said their goodbyes. Paul, John and Anna waved as they drove off.

John turned to Paul and held out his hand, "Well, brother. Till tomorrow morning."

Paul chuckled and shook it, "Till breakfast."

They gave one of those one armed man hugs and John left Paul and Anna alone. They laughed at John's unique personality and walked over to Paul's car. Anna leaned on the side and Paul stood over her.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Annie?" he asked sincerely.

"Tremendously!" she smiled, "I've never had so much fun in my life!"

"Good. I'm glad."

"Come on, Annabelle!" John called from the front door. Paul and Anna laughed again.

"Awe, but Johnny!" Paul whined, "We were just discussing our plans to elope!"

"Well, you can do that tomorrow." John said in his most motherly tone, "For now, Annabelle needs to unpack. You want her to have clothes when you leave, don't you?"

He stepped inside and the two were bent over with laughter again. They were starting to think they were delirious, which they probably were.

"Well, I guess I need to go in and wash some clothes to elope in." said Anna in between giggles.

Paul was still almost full on laughing, but he tried his best to calm himself, "Okay, petal. I love you."

"I love you, too." She pecked his lips and Paul watched her step into the house and close the door. A crooked smile creped onto his lips as he got into his car and drove off.

"Man, I'm exhausted." Anna collapsed on the couch again and her dress slid up above her thigh, but she didn't much care enough to fix it.

"You're tired?" John came into the living room and pulled the skirt of her dress down over her skin and sat down beside her when she jumped a bit, "You weren't the one playing all those long ass shows every night."

Anna laughed, "So?"

"Well, I should be more tired than you." He leaned back with a sly smile.

"Are you not?"

"Not in the slightest." He said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, come off it." Anna stood to get a glass of water from the kitchen. She had only been gone a few moments, but when she returned she found a very tired John passed out on the couch. She rolled her eyes, seeing him sprawled out with his shoes still on and everything. Giggling a silently as she could, she set her water down and slipped off his shoes and tip-toed into his bedroom to grab a blanket and threw it over his body. A caring smile found its way to her lips and she bent down, running her fingers through his hair and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead before heading back to her room. She stepped out of her shoes, but didn't bother to change out of her clothes, realizing just how tired she really was.

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.