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When April awoke from her slumber, she couldn't find her glasses. She remembered putting them next to her bed, but when she looked, they were not there. Once she accepted the fact that her glasses were nowhere to be found, she felt her way down stairs. Was last night a dream?

"Good morning, April" her aunt said as April sat down at the kitchen table. Rita was cooking bacon and eggs on the stove. April sniffed and she could smell the bacon's aroma.

"What happened last night Auntie?" April rubbed her eyes and looked at the blurry form of her aunt. Her aunt chuckled from the stove.

"Well, you left the bar at about midnight" she flipped the bacon over in the pan "When we left the bar, you were gone" she flipped the eggs over in the other pan "Then once we got home, you were asleep in your bed" Rita flipped some bacon and an egg onto a plate so she could set it in front of April. She started eating the food. The last time she ate was the cake from last night.

"I had the most wonderful dream last night" April said as David sat next to her at the table. She looked out the window. It was raining as usual so the rain clouded up the window. I guess I have to resort to doing something else today.

"Was it Beatles related?" David asked with a laugh. April turned to him. His hair was a mess. It stuck up in different places on his head as though he had just gotten a really bad haircut. April was about to tell him to shut up but realized that he was kind of right except for the fact that the Beatles were actually with her. She wouldn't tell them that part of the reality.

"Well actually, it was" she took a bite of bacon as her Aunt sat down across from her with a plate. April looked at the empty seat next to her. Uncle Bobby must already be at work. "All I know is that it was '62"

"And how do you suppose that?" David asked with a bored look. April raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"What are you two doing today?" Rita asked the young adults at the table. David was the one to shrug this time.

"Not much to do when it's raining" he stabbed his egg with a fork. The egg broke in half and David glared at it. April glanced out the window again. I could go to the park . . . no I'll get too wet! Well . . . I guess I am staying in today.

At noon time, April was completely dressed for the day to start. She even had her contacts in since she couldn't find her glasses. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Without her glasses, she could barely recognize herself. That's what really freaked her out.

April stuck her hand in her pocket as she walked out of the bathroom and into her room. Something touched her finger so she pulled it out. It was a small business card with a name and a number on it. It said: Taxi, Driver; Driver of magical time traveling taxis. April studied the name and number and stuck the card back in her pocket. What was it he said? Only call at night?

She stayed in her room looking at pictures till dinner time. When she walked into the dining room she found a package on the table. There was a note attached. The note indicated that the package was indeed for April from her parents. They must have sent it out before she even left America for her trip.

Rita watched from the doorway as her niece opened the package. April pulled out a box and when she opened the box, she found a brand new Polaroid camera. April gasped and took her first picture of the light above the table. The photo immediately came out of the bottom and April shook it. The picture appeared after a couple of seconds. April turned around to her Aunt and smiled with excitement.

April looked at her watch. It was eleven o'clock. She rose from lying on her bed and took her umbrella from the closet. She kept her new camera around her neck as she snuck silently down the stairs. She could hear snoring as she made her way down the hallway.

Once she got down stairs, she slipped out the door and into the rain. Little drops fell on her head before she got to open the umbrella. April held the hook as she descended the stone stairs onto the brick sidewalk. The whole street was quiet except for the noise from her sneakers.

April walked down the street until she found the bar that her family had gone to the night before. She leaned on the building under the tarp where it was dry. The young adult folded the umbrella and took her phone out of her fox like bag. She lifted the business card out and typed the number in her phone.

When she put the phone to her ear, she only heard static. It hurt her ears so she pulled the iphone away and looked at the screen. It immediately turned itself off as a yellow taxi pulled up to the curb in front of her. April stuffed her phone in her bag and walked leisurely to the taxi. She had to admit she was excited for this but she didn't want to show that excitement. Driver said hello with a laugh as April climbed into the car.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked politely with an eyebrow raised. The driver turned around to look at the young girl in the back seat. He looked older than he did the night before as though he had aged about five years over night.

"I see you called my number" he pointed to April's bag where her iphone was.

"Yeah, it turned my phone off. What the Hell?" she mumbled the last part and Driver laughed.

"I had to make sure you wouldn't show the boys any technology from your time" he replied. He turned away from her and pulled away from the curb.

"Wait," April said. "so you really are sending me back to meet the Beatles?" she sat forward in the car's seat so she could hear the driver speak. Her heart pounded in her chest for an answer. Why was he bringing her back? Could there be a bigger reason for him to drive her back in time? And why did she wake up in her own bed the next morning? These thoughts went through her mind as she waited for Driver to answer her question.

"I'm sending you back to the sixties" he paused as he concentrated on turning on the road "just because" April leaned back in the seat with her arms crossed.

"That's not a very good answer" April said while pouting. Driver pulled the car over onto the curb. He turned in the seat again to look at April straight on.

"I can't give you a straight answer yet, Miss Parker" April slowly looked up at the smiling driver. "Now, go into that house. Richard Starkey is waiting for you" April cocked her head sideways and the driver motioned with his head to the building they parked in front of.

April exited the car and watched the car drive away. She listened to the terrible sound of the engine as the car disappeared around the corner. Once the car went around the corner, the sound disappeared and the street was completely quiet. April looked up at the building. This isn't the house I fell asleep at last night. The houses in Liverpool do look a lot alike but at least she could tell the difference.

She walked up the steps of the house and knocked on the door. If some weird stranger opens this door, I'm not gonna be a happy American! The door opened and Paul stood before her. "Oh it's umm. . . Anna? Was that it?" he said with a confused look. He obviously didn't care whether he got her name right or wrong.

"It's April, actually" April responded with a glare.

"Oh right, the American" Paul said with a bored look. "Well, you might as well come in since everyone else is here" Before he could walk away, April stopped him.

"Wait, whose house is this?" Paul looked down on the short girl in front of him.

"Are you joking?" April shook her head. "This is my house, hence why I was the one who opened my front door" Paul walked away from April and led her into the living room where the other three boys were sitting. George was in guitar world and didn't notice April walk in but John and Ringo did.

"Oh look! It's me new best friend!" John stood up from the arm chair and bounded over to April while Paul walked into the kitchen. She kept her eyes on Ringo who sat on the couch. He was looking away from her, smiling George's playing. He had just turned away to George so he had obviously noticed April. Besides, John talked so loud so who wouldn't notice her arrival? Except for George of course who was in his own little world.

"Hi, John" she smiled at him and sat next to Ringo on the couch. She turned and smiled at Ringo, "Hi Ringo." He turned to her and wagged a finger in her face.

"Yano, I was very disappointed when I didn't find ya in me bed this morning" they both smiled at each other and April rolled her eyes. George looked at them. He had snapped out of his little world when he heard Ringo's mess of a sentence.

"Wait" he said. "did you two . . . yano last night?" he leaned over his guitar to look at April and Ringo.

"Oh hello, George!" April's face went a little red with embarrassment. John had snapped at that moment too. He had been staring out the window in the kitchen that he could see from where he was sitting.

"Wait" he said "Did you and Rings do it last night?" he leaned forward with a serious expression on his face. April's face went even redder.

"No!" Ringo laughed next to her. Oh great, now all I need is for Paul to come in and ask me. "We didn't!"

"What didn't ya do?" Paul walked into the living room as April slapped a hand to her forehead. John ran over next to Paul.

"Apparently, April and Ringo didn't sleep togethah last night" he moved a hand next to his mouth so only him and Paul could hear what he said but he clearly wanted everyone in the room to hear it "But I don't believe a word of that shit" Paul laughed.

"She's tellin' the truth" everyone turned to look at the Beatle who spoke "nothing happened between me and April last night" He shrugged while the other boys "ahhh"-ed as in realization and went back to what they were doing. April looked at Ringo in awe but he didn't notice. He was pulling something out of his pocket. "I think you left this in my room last night" April gasped.

"My glasses! Thank you, Ringo" his eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. John broke the moment.

"So you really are American aren't ya, April. I mean, ya don't see many gingers around these parts" he said as he drew in the air with his finger. He had a cigarette sticking out of his mouth and he drew the pictures with the smoke.

"Hey! I am not a ginger!" April touched her hair "Oh wait. . . I guess I am a ginger . . ." she laughed at her mistake and started snorting. John turned in alarm at the young girl as Ringo laughed with her. George looked up from his guitar.

"Are you laughing?" he asked.

"Sounds like a swine" John mumbled as he went back to his smoke drawings. The youngest Beatle kept his eyebrows raised at the two who were sitting on the couch. He then stood up and headed for the kitchen. "Ey! Where ya going?" John called to him.

"I 'ave tah go to the loo!" George called back. John crossed his arms. April pulled up her camera and pointed it at John.

"Hey John!" he turned his head with a confused look on his face. April shot the picture with a flash. "Got it!" April pulled the photo out of the bottom and shook it. She was surprised to see the photo develop. And there's my proof!

"Give me that" John snatched the photo out of her hand and looked at it. "You should've at least let me take me glasses off"

"I like your glasses" April got up and stood next to him to see the picture.

"Yer just sayin that 'cause you have some just like mine" April shrugged as John handed the photo back to her.

"I'm feeling restless, who wants to go for a walk with me?" Ringo said as he stood up. George walked into the room as John walked out. I wonder what Paul's doing in the kitchen. "George?"

"No, I'll hafta pass this time Rings" George looked at April standing in front of him. "Why don't you bring April? She's American so she probably hasn't seen much of Liverpool" April looked back and forth between George and Ringo.

"Do you want to go?" Ringo asked her. April thought for a short moment.

"Sure I'll go" April smiled widely as Ringo clapped his hands.

"Gear! Come 'ead!" And they both walked out the door onto the street.

Meanwhile in the kitchen John and Paul were having a private conversation. John was eating out of a box of cereal while sitting on the counter as Paul munched on a sandwich. "He really likes her doesn't he" John said.

"Yeah, he wouldn't stop talking 'bout her this morning" Paul responded. He took a bite of his sandwich as George walked in. "Well I don't like her"

"Ya don't like April?" George asked. He put a hand in John's cereal box and John tried swatting the hand away.

"No, she seems like she knows too much" Paul swallowed the last bit of his sandwich. "I mean she knew our names right away."

"People are starting to know us, what's yer point Paulie?" John said still trying to extract George's hand from his cereal.

"John, she's American! Doesn't it seem a little strange that an American knows us?" Paul's face was getting redder and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

"It isn't really our problem, Paulie" George tried to reach his hand back into John's cereal box but missed because John pulled the box away. "I mean, she is with Ringo now so it's more of his problem."

"I don't think she's much of problem for Rings" John chuckled as he hugged the cereal box away from George.

As April walked next to Ringo on the street, the weather seemed to get colder. He decided at one point while walking out of the house that since he was taller than she, he should hold the umbrella. It was strange seeing him holding it since the umbrella was so girly and April couldn't keep in her laugh. Once he had figured out what April was laughing at, he couldn't help but laugh also.

While walking down a corner, the two had passed by a couple. They gave Ringo and April a strange look but April only saw the girl look at her with that look. That look to show she didn't belong. April never belonged where she went. She hoped that one time she would blend in at least a little.

April looked down at the clothes she was wearing. She was wearing a sleeveless dress under her jacket that had red and pink flowers all over it. She was wearing that dress over her tight skinny jeans to keep warm in the Liverpool cold. She didn't have much style with clothing and she usually didn't care but now was different. She was starting to really like Ringo. What did he think of her clothing?

"Ringo? Do I stick out?" she looked down at her fingers intertwined together. Ringo looked her up and down like he had the night before when he met her.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well," she looked up at the cloudy night sky "everywhere I go I find people giving me strange looks as though I don't belong . . ." April trailed off and looked up at Ringo who was smiling.

"It doesn't hafta be a bad thing tah stick out" He smiled his usual goofy smile at April "Look at me! I stick out among me mates!" he laughed to make the subject lighter and April smiled up at him.

"Thanks, Ringo" she gave him a hug and he lowered the umbrella to return it. The rain was coming straight down on them. Ringo put down the umbrella and looked at the road.

"I 'ave an idea! Let's dance" before April could answer him, Ringo took her hand and led her into the middle of the street. The middle of the night . . . there shouldn't be many cars anyway, April thought. Her dress flung around as Ringo twirled her. She laughed with each one. On the third twirl, she slipped and almost fell down on the road, but Ringo caught her.

His hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead and down around his face. Under his hair, his eyes sparkled down at April as he held her upright. Gosh, he's even more beautiful in the rain. April wrapped her arms around Ringo's neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her closer to his chest and kissed her with all of his might.

HOW DID YA LIKE THAT ENDING? HUH? Hahahaha sorry to end it like that but yano, I want you to want to read more! Oh and umm sorry for the beginning too. . . I had a lot of trouble with it :/

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