Yes I am aware that this is not all accurate. But, it's my first real attempt at a Beatles fic so please no flames. Clearly I don't own The Beatles. Or anything you recognize. Sad right Oh yes I do know stew's name is different or his last name is..but he's still the same one from The Beatles.
Layla observed her surroundings as the town she called home zoomed by. She hadn't expected this. Didn't want this. One day she was happily hanging out and checking out guys her friends and the next, she was being carried away to live in some towns on the outskirts of Brittan called Liverpool. Even the name sounded dull. Layla surrendered her position against the window and turned to find her best friend Cami in a similar position. Cheeks pressed up against the window. Cami, or as she goes by Cam, (says it's to girly to go by Cami.) was moving to Liverpool with Layla. Cam's parents were killed in a car accident two months ago, and Layla's parents took her in with open arms. Despite being best friends, Cam and Layla were very different. Layla was more of a rebel while Cam was the peace maker. It wasn't always this way. But, after the car accident she was more…. Reserved. She still smiled but it never reached her eyes after that day. The humidity had made Layla's golden hair a bit fuzzy. Even in the dry protection of the car. Layla observed Cam's hair, and was quite jealous to find her curly black locks frizz free. She sat back and watched her life slip from her hands.
Cam's POV
It was a strange feeling. Half of me wanted nothing more than to leave the place of the accident. Her dad had once told her that he lived quite a bit of his life in Liverpool. The other half was dying to stay in the only place she knew as home. Yet, she couldn't help the excited feeling of starting over. No more sympathetic looks. Liverpool, it sounded new. It sounded fresh. We arrived at the cozy looking home. I opened the door and stepped into the rain. I love rain. It's so …. Ineffable. I just love it. I inhaled deeply, with a new sense of renewability. I grabbed my single suit case out of the back of the car and lugged it inside. I heard the familiar honk of my Brother Stew's car as he pulled in with the rest of the stuff. Layla followed me wordlessly as I picked a small room on the top floor. It wasn't very big but it had a nice view. It looked out onto the cold cloudy sky with rain drops falling from the heavens. Not to mention the house was amazing. It was a nice red brick with green vines creeping up the side of the house in an eerie yet comforting way. The house looked worn and old but I didn't mind. The rusted black gate still gave me a somewhat feeling of comfort. A few hours later our beds were set up on opposite sides of the room. My pictures were hung all around my bed. There were quite literally thousands. Pictures always fascinated me. It was the perfect way to capture a memory. In my opinion it was the only way to make a picture last. After all our stuff was unpacked I drew a line of chalk down the middle of the room. Layla rolled her eyes as I giggled. "OCD much?" she smirked. "Sloppy pig much?" I retorted. She smiled at me in a what-can-I-say kind of way. Just then Stew stumbled in. "Hey Jeff signed you guys up for the high school." He said lazily. "Are you drunk?" I laughed at his tired manner. "No! Just tired….." his eyes fluttered shut and Layla threw a pillow at him. His eyes flew open. "Huh?" Layla giggled. "What's the name?" she asked. "Name of what?" he slurred. I rolled my eyes and replied. "The name of the high school?" He face palmed himself. "Oh!...uh…. Liverpool high?" he said as if it was a question. "How original." Layla rolled her eyes. I threw a pillow at him. "Get out! We're changing." He tiredly stumbled out of the room. "So, were should be go?" Layla asked. (I should probably add some accents… XD) "How the bloody 'ell should 'ey know?" I responded. "Ye shud know ye used ta lev here." I said. "Ya when I was six!" she laughed. I smirked just a bit. "Then let's explore!" I jumped on my bed and puffed out my chest. Layla approached me. "DON'T CROSS THE LINE!" I yelled. She gave me a, what the hell kind of look as she went to step over it again. "DON'T!" she rolled her eyes and tried again. "NO!" I laughed and jumped off the bed onto her. We fell onto the floor with a thud. "Geet off ah may!" we giggled. I climbed off of her. I open up my small closet door and pawed through my clothes. "Hurry get dressed." I commanded Layla. She happily applied and chose out a light green tank, a skirt, and some ballet flats. I went for a more modest look putting on a snug fitting Buddy Holly tee that fit a bit tight but it was my only one and some slim black jeans with my red converse. I grabbed a jacket knowing it'd be cold. Clearly Layla didn't think ahead. For, as soon as we had stepped outside she was shivering. About ten minutes in she whined. "It's so cold!" she complained. "Should ev thought 'ead." I saw her pained face. Damn, my nice nature kicked in and I shrugged off my own jacket handing it to her. She gladly took it and after putting in on embraced me tightly. "Alright! Alright!" I snickered and pushed her off me.
Layla's POV
Cam and I stopped at an old peeling fish and chip shop. It wasn't so reassuring in appearance but it did smell good. I had to force Cam in. Being the neat freak she was she couldn't help be wary of the building conditions. "Ate to break it to you love." I smirked. "But, that's how all the buildings are around here." I smirked as her eyes widened. I finally shoved Cam through the doors and she landed with a thud on the ground. I covered my mouth with my hand in shock. "Uh… oops?" I laughed nervously. She shot me a death glare and looked up to see herself face to face with her brother Stew's steal toe boots. She got up off the ground. "Ye ain't 'posed to be on dis side of town, what would Jeff say?" he mocked his sister by threatening her with my dad. "Like ye are?" she glared. "Well…. I'm a guy." He smirked. Regardless of her being shorter than him and she was quite short may I add. She grabbed a fist full of his shirt. "Tell anyone and I'll cripple ya!" she threatened. He smirked more than she added casually. "And… then I'll burn all your Elvis records." She smirked. He looked horrified and started to plea. Just then two boys around Stew's age approached us. "Getting beat up by eeh bird are we now Stew?" the one with wild eyebrows smirked. "Shut it Geo, eh's clearly just flirtin'." The tallest of them said. His eyes were dark and playful. Cam caught him by surprise and let go. He tumbled onto the floor. She rested her hands on her hips. "My sister this is." Stew replied regaining his balance and pride. "Well in that case." He smirked. "Or in any case quite frankly." He added. He approached her and slung his arm over her shoulder. "Ye names John. John Lennon." He winked. She shrugged him off. "C-" I started but she elbowed me. "Sorry, but we really got to go!" She looked at me confused. "Dad said ta be back beh five!" here eyes widened as she looked at her wrist watch. It was a quarter to. We ignored the boys, and sending off an unspoken message to each other we bolted.
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By the time we got home I was quite relieved to discover that my dad was running late. We stumbled into our rooms and fell onto our back tired from all the running we had done. We had dinner a couple of hours later once we discovered my dad's car had broken down. After dinner we tiredly stripped of our clothes and shrugged on our night gowns. Well I did anyway. Cam just went to sleep in her jeans and a tank. I flipped off the light once I realized Cam had already fallen asleep, or so it appeared. She was probably avoiding the task of having to walk five feet to flip off the light even though she was closer. I was about to turn it off when I got an evil thought. I tip toed over to her side of the room and placed my foot onto her side of the chalk line. She had appeared to be asleep but I couldn't tell for sure because she was facing the window, the other way. Quite to my horror, as soon as I did this she flipped around and chucked a record at me. "Stay off my side!" she mumbled. I was shocked beyond belief. Was she asleep! Luckily I caught the record before it could hit the ground and shatter. She did clip my forehead though and it was bleeding slightly. I looked over. She was already back asleep. Wow, my eyes widened. I quickly cleaned my cut, and with a yawn fell asleep sinking into the black pit of my dreams.
Cam's POV
My eyes flutter open in a start. "Oh no! I'm going to be late for school!" I though. I jumped out of bed and shoved Layla off of her bed. I had just meant to shake her but due to my rushed state I guess I pushed a bit too hard. "Damn it Cam! I'm tryin' ta sleep!" she groaned. "Sorry!... But we're gonnta bey late for school!" I shouted. Her eyes shot open like mine ha moment before. "I bloody hate you!" she whined. "What did I do!" I asked shocked. "I just woke up too you know!" I scolded. She looked at me sheepishly. I rushed to my closet and shrugged on some black jeans, a bright orange tee shirt, and my black combat boots. Layla, having learned the weather from the day before, slipped on some denim jeans and a frilly tank once again. But, this time she grabbed a jacket. I looked down in shock to see a few bloody tissues and a Buddy Holley record of my with a bit of crusted blood on the tip lying on the floor. My faces twisted in discuss and shock. "Um… Layla… what did you do?" I asked. "I'll tell you later." She smirked. I had to drag her out of the house as she tried to put on makeup. I rolled my eyes at the thought. We stumbled into the class with quite a bit of extra time since we made Stew speed. He stumbled in after us. The teacher wasn't in yet so I jumped on a desk dancing like an idiot. I made weird faces as Layla shook her head in disapproval. "I thought you were the rebel?" I smirked. She rolled her eyes at me and I laughed as best I could now a days. "You say yes! I say no! You say-" I started but she cut me off. I kept singing anyway at the top of my lungs. "I say high! You say low! You say why and I say I don't know!" I started playing air guitar and fell onto my knees on the desk. I caught Stew and the other two boys from yesterday watching me amused. There was one more with them. He resembled the other boys with the mop top haircuts. Yet, his hair was a bit darker and his eyes were a piercing almost hazel brown. He smirked at me when he caught my eye. I had heard Stew singing that song one day on his way back from is monthly trip to visit our aunt. I did a little dance before bowing in a mocking way. Layla dragged me over to talk to them. "I 'on't believe we've met officially." The tall one from yesterday smirked. "Your right." I responded. "You just jumped straight tee flirting with me." I smirked as he nodded with a grin. "I'm John." He pointed at himself. "This ear's George and this is Macca." He pointed at the one with the wild eyebrows from yesterday then to the one with the big doey eyes and wide smile. Paul rolled his eyes as I raised an eyebrow in question. "It's Paul, that's just his stupid nickname." He grinned. John pretended to be hurt. Layla quickly caught John's attention. "And this ear is?" he questioned with a smirk. "I'm Layla." She blushed a bit. I laughed at her. I shoved Layla in the gut and she turned her head slightly then I made a 'huh' noise. We both laughed at the boys not understanding our secret language of girls. Paul cracked a grin. "I didn't catch your name?" he tried. I just smiled. "Fine… I'll just have to find out on my own he said casually. I smiled widely. "Good luck with that." He masked his face with seriousness. I turned on my heals and swayed my hips slightly. "What a bird." I heard him whisper to John and laughed at the fact that a stranger would say such a thing. I could tell he was just another one of those players. I plopped down in the front row. The teacher came in pressing up her glasses and fixing her pulled up hair. Her beady eyes focused on the boys in the back and something told me that this wasn't there first time in her class. She sat down and started to call attendance. When she called John's name he bellow. "HERE!" She eyes him and told him to be quiet. "WHAT?" he asked cupping a hand around his ear. The class erupted in laughter. John got sent out a cocky look on his face as the teacher continued. George barely nodded when his name was called and Paul responded quite meekly. "Cami Mainheart." She winced at her last name. She hated it. She threw her hand up it recognition and the teacher moved on. Suddenly a crumbled piece of paper hit the back of her head. Without turning around she flipped the bird to whoever the culprit was. I heard a "nice job Paulie." Coming from who I guessed was George. I turned around slightly to see Paul and George whispering. Paul saw me staring and pointed to the crumbled piece of paper on the ground. I cocked an eyebrow and quickly snatched it up before the teacher could see. I unfolded it and read the contents. So ye' names Cami? ;D It said. I stifled a laugh and quickly scrawled back. Cam not Cami! I hated it when people called me that. When the teacher wasn't looking I quickly turned around and to his surprise chucked it at his head. He unfolded it and his eyebrows creased slightly as he read it. He smiled as I turned back around with a huff. I still hated it when people called me that regardless of whether they knew or not. I laughed at my own absurdness. Another note fell on my desk. Alright Cam, how old 'er ye? He wrote. I rolled my eyes not willing to let myself be a part of his bang game. I stood up to sharpen my pencil and casually ripped the note to pieces and threw it away. Truthfully there was nothing casual about it. I went and sat back down, catching a glimpse of his confused face. Probably no used to being turned down a Macca? I thought using John's nickname for him. He wasn't technically flirting yet, but it was bound to happen and I wouldn't stand for it. The bell rang and I stood up running to Layla's side. She looked at me surprise at my sudden appearance. I noticed John walk by and wink at her. She let out a giggle and my eyes widened. Oh, please not yet her fall into his trap I thought. I looked around and noticed George and Stew talking in the back of the room. Geo didn't seem all that focused on the conversation though and he was eyeing us sharply. Or was it Layla? Or…. Was it me? Oh no not another one I thought before following Layla out into the sea of reckless Liverpoolians know as the halls of high school.
SO….. what did you think? Was it terrible or was it good? I'm not used to writing Beatles fan fictions. So please review! I do except constructive criticism but please no flames. I know it's not that great. :/ But, I hope you enjoyed it and I would love to continue and hope you agree. I will try to improve as I go and I will try to make them all at least four pages long on Microsoft word. Hope you enjoyed.
~BeatlesMopTops ;)