My lungs felt like they would explode, and my head suddenly hurt. I didn't realize I was moving until I stopped and fell to the ground. I let out my breath and looked around.
I still wasn't home. I looked around and found it was about to start raining hard and I had no where to take cover. I was in the middle of the road again and someone honked their horn at me.
"C'mon and get in will you!?" I heard. I looked at the car honking at me and I hurried over as it started to dump rain. I didn't care if I was getting into a criminal's car at that point. I was pissed I wasn't at home. I didn't even know if I was in the right decade.
"Miss," a worried voice asked, "Are you OK?" a hand rested on my shoulder and I turned and looked at the quiet Beatle once again. I gasped and hugged him suddenly. I'd never been so happy to see someone in my life.
He awkwardly hugged me back and someone snickered next to him. I looked up and blushed before I jerked back from him.
Paul McCartney was staring at me. I felt suddenly very uncomfortable.
"You didn't answer his question you know?" John Lennon asked nodding to George. I looked at him and bit my lip.
"Um, yeah," I said gulping, "I'm fine, but um, where are we going?" George laughed.
"Where ever it is you live." He said gently, "We're giving you a lift." I nodded and bit my lip.
"I don't live anywhere," I said. Not in this century anyway…
John rolled his eyes, "Anything to stay with a Beatles," he mumbled, "Really where do you live?"
I glared at him, "I really don't live here." I said, "I live in America , but I can't tell you where and no you can't help me get home."
"Well I'd be rather happy if you stayed with me, love," Paul said with a charming smile. I just looked at him blankly and George laughed.
"Are you sure you don't have anywhere to stay?" he asked, gently taking my hand in his. I tried not to gasp as his fingers wound around mine.
I shook my head, "No, I just arrived here and my Mom and Dad forgot to make sure I had somewhere to go." I wound an OK lie. I just had to remember it, "I was supposed to stay there until I found a place to live." That meant I wasn't going home. George and Paul glanced at each other.
"The offer's still out there," Paul sang suggestively. I rolled my eyes.
"No," I said quickly, "I just need somewhere to stay long enough to find my own place."
"How long will that take?" John asked narrowing his eyes at me.
"Well I'll have to get a job first and then I'll have to find a place nice enough-"
"She's all yours Georgie," John said as he stopped listening. George blushed and tried to ignore him.
"Yeah thanks John," George mumbled, "Couldn't you stay in a hotel or something?" he asked looking at me again.
"I don't have any money," I said trying not to sound so stunned when our eyes met. He blushed again and cleared his throat.
"Well then," George sighed, "I suppose you could stay with me for a while," I gave a small smile before the car suddenly stopped outside a nice looking building. George opened the door and pulled me out of the car. He pulled me into the building and we walked up the stairs directly in front of the door. He unlocked the door and they gestured for me to go inside. I awkwardly walked inside and George shut the door.
"Um, sorry, but I never got your name, love," he said trying not to feel nervous. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.
"It's McKenzie," I said. George giggled.
"I'll just call you Macca then." He said as he sat down on the black leather couch and turned on the TV, "You can sit if you like."
I nodded and sat on the other end of the couch. He laughed and scooted closer to me.
"I don't bite you know," he said sliding his arm smoothly around my shoulders. I gulped nervously and took a deep breath.
I laughed lightly and looked at my lap, unsure if I'd be able to compose myself if I looked at him.
"Um, so where am I sleeping?" I asked nervously. George looked as if he hadn't thought of that. He suddenly moved very close to me and he kissed my cheek.
"Where ever you like," he said. My breath hitched in my throat and I stood up.
"Um, I'm sorry; George, but I can't do that." I said looking at my feet. He stood up and took my hand in his.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He said gently, "I was just- Nevermind," he shook his head and turned around. He walked back to the couch and sat down. I bit my lip and knew he'd had a hard time with girls. What had just happened didn't really boost his confidence either.
I took a breath before I walked over and sat down next to him. I bit my lip as I leaned into him and put my head on his shoulder. He adjusted his arm around my shoulders and I sighed.