Chapter 2
Okay, first off, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry that I didn't post this sooner, but I have an explanation… FANFICTION'S STORY MAKER THING IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND! So I simply forgot how to use it. . And again, I'm really sorry. Second of all, I'm going to change some stuff about the story. So Juli is now going to be 18, instead of 13. Reason? Because I don't want to dirty up the Beatles image by making them sound like pedos for letting a random teenager live with them. Also, I'm going to make it from Juli's POV, because I just write better in first person.
Okay, now that that's taken care of… OH! Wait! Disclaimer. *clears throat, I don't own the Beatles, their songs, or anything to do with them, so please don't sue me, I'm broke. . Okay, now, ON TO BEATLE-ISM!
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I was flying through the air, with not a care in the world. I felt like a bird without feathers, gliding through the crisp midnight air, letting the wind whip my messy hair about my face, and my cheeks go numb from the cold, biting air, almost as if I was a bird. I closed my eyes, partly to shield them from the air, and partly to not let sight tarnish this beautiful moment, and just feel it, but I soon regretted it when I felt myself smack into something hard, like a wall of some sort. I immediately started to fall, no matter how hard I tried to make myself fly again, it just wasn't possible anymore, and I just kept falling to earth. I stared in shock as I got closer to the unforgiving pavement below, and against my better judgment, screamed. I waited for the pain, for the feel of my bones shattering inside me, for the feel of the rough cement biting into my skin, but it never came. Instead, I felt something much softer beneath me, it felt like… carpet? But that was impossible, there was no carpet where I was going to land, was there? Then I remembered that it was all a dream, and what I was feeling was my own carpet, I must have fallen off the bed. I mentally berated myself for thinking that something as silly as that dream could have possibly been real, and opened my eyes. They immediately shot open as I looked around the room, this wasn't my room, this wasn't even a room in my house, this room was a completely strange room that I had never been in before, and that's what scared me, I slowly took in the room, it looked like something straight out of the sixties, complete with a record player, and one of those crappy little televisions, but otherwise, it looked like a pretty expensive house. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and quickly turned my head to look at it. My eyes must have been close to popping out of my head, because, there, standing just a few feet away from me, were the Beatles. I stared dumbstruck at them, they couldn't have been there, this was 2010, and they looked like they had just stepped right off the set of A Hard Day's Night. They looked just as surprised to see me as I was them, their eyes were wide, their mouths were slightly ajar, and they had completely frozen in place, surprisingly, in order from oldest to youngest, with Ringo on the left of them all. He was the first to snap out of his little trance, and look at his band mates, who hadn't moved an inch, and neither had I, not even to blink. He swiftly but cautiously made his way over to me, and held out his hand to me, which I flinched away from, involuntarily I might add, and stared at. He seemed to notice that I was a bit frightened, and smiled, "Are you okay?" he asked me in the most kindest voice I had ever heard. I slowly looked up at him, and nodded shakily, while taking the hand that was offered to me. As I stood, I looked back at the other Beatles, who were still staring at me with their mouths agape, except for Paul, who seemed to also snap out of his daze to walk up to me too. "Who's your friend Rings?" He asked putting his arm around the drummer's shoulder in a friendly way, he shrugged and continued smiling at me, which seemed to melt the ice that had frozen me in place, and allowed me to breathe my name. "Juli. Well it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Juli." Paul said as he grabbed my hand to kiss the back of it, which made my face go a shade of red that I hadn't thought possible, and made Ringo and Paul smile even brighter. George and John finally snapped out of it, and walked up to us, George in front of Paul, and John leaning on his shoulder. "Juli… That's a pretty name." George said, making my face go even redder, "We'd introduce ourselves, but I assume you already know who we are?" Paul said, which made me shake my head so I could speak to them. "Oh, yeah, I know who you guys are, you're…" I was about to say Paul McCartney, but John interrupted me with his normal crazy antics. "He's George…" He said Gesturing to Paul, "He's Paul…" To George this time, "He's John…" Ringo, "And I'm Ringo!" He said while pulling on his nose to make it look bigger. "'Ello there lub." He said in a nasally voice, which made me laugh, and everyone else smile and shake their heads. "Now, for a more important question, how did you do that?" Ringo said, pointing to the air behind me. I looked back confused, but then understood, and shrugged at them, "I don't know. I went to bed, had a really weird dream, and next thing I know, I'm laying on your floor." I said in a confident tone. They seemed to want to know more, so John asked, "Have they invented time machines in 2010 then?" he asked in all seriousness. I looked at him for a second, and told him no, and then it hit me. I remembered before I had dosed off, that I had said that I wished I could meet the Beatles, and that had been at 11:11 pm. Could I really have flown through time by just wishing at the right time? Was it that simple? I looked back at the others, who were now looking at me, and then I realized that this must be a dream. People don't just travel through time by wishing on a magic number, and that made me smile. "I get it, I'm dreaming, you guys can't possibly be real." I said, backing off a bit, then pinching myself, all that did was make my arm sting a bit. My eyes went wide when I realized they were still here, and I started pinching myself even harder, which only made my arm hurt more. I started shaking when I realized that it wasn't a dream, it was real, I was actually standing in front of the Beatles, and that this really was 1960 something. I suddenly felt faint, and started to collapse. I was expecting to hit the floor, but instead I was held up by three pairs of hands, and I could hear faint voices through the fog, and they were talking about me. "What happened?" "I think she fainted." "Well what do we do?" "Should we call 999?" "And tell them what John? That a random girl just popped out of thin air and then fainted?" "Well we've got to do something." And then I knew no more.
Okay, this took me a long time to write because of school. But, here it is, and I'll start on a new chapter right after us 8th graders get back from Knott's Berry Farm. So, happy new chapter day! BTW, this is a Ringo X OC story, because Ringo is so cute! *snuggles him