It's All In The Cards

Disclaimer: I don't own The Beatles, or anybody connected to them. I don't own anything connected to The Beatles. I don't own any songs that might be mentioned. If you recognize it, it likely isn't mine. I'm not making any profit off of this story, just trying to expand my writing skills while having a bit of fun.

Author's Note: Yes, I'm starting yet another story before I have the others finished. Sorry. I got this idea from reading "Five Things You (Probably) Shall Never See In A Beatles Fanfiction" by The Starkiller. It made me laugh a bit, I agreed with several things on it, and I decided to try to make number 4 happen. Go check it out, I love it. Hope you all enjoy!

Ch.1

Gardenia was, in a word, bored.

The 19 year old was waiting patiently for some sort of inspiration to come to her, some idea of an activity that would remove her from her current state of monotony. She was seated on the floor in front of her bookshelf, staring at the covers of numerous books as she had been for the past hour. The titles had long since blurred together into a mass of meaningless shapes; none of which looked particularly appealing to her. Gardenia turned her head to one side, catching sight of the record player perched carefully upon her desk. Her father had placed it in her room for her 18th birthday, claiming that she should have the ability to use it in the privacy of her own room. Gardenia stared at the record player for a moment, debating whether or not she should give in to the urge to listen to a Beatles record.

Why the bloody hell not? There's no one here, so I can listen to them as much as I want.

Decision made, Gardenia rose and approached the desk. She opened her desk drawer, revealing a number of Beatles records that she had acquired throughout the span of her teenage years; starting back at the age of 13 when her father had bought one for her for Christmas. Gardenia moved her fingers over the record covers, not allowing herself to touch them until she had chosen one. Unable to decide, she closed her eyes and turned slowly in a circle, hoping not to heavily influence her choice by thinking about it too strongly. Gardenia was good and dizzy when she stopped spinning, opening her eyes to see where she had stopped. Keeping her arm out in front of her at the exact length she had stopped at, she turned until her hand was over the records again.

Rubber Soul it is.

Gardenia could not suppress her smile as she thought of her favorite songs on that particular record; and she carefully slid the record from its casing. She gently set the record on the player, turning it on and lowering the needle onto the record with a steady hand. Her long brown hair, currently held back from her delicate facial features by two barrettes with plastic imitations of the flower from which her name came, appeared golden in the sunlight that filtered through the blinds over her window. Gardenia laid down on her bedroom floor as the first few words blared out of the record player.

"Asked a girl what she wanted to be…"

She smiled as she pulled her hair out from under her, fanning it out on the floor instead. Her eyes closed as her lips moved with the lyrics that were so familiar to her by now. She fell asleep; glad for the escape from her boring day.