Hey! I was actually really surprised by the reviews I got for this. Thanks guys! :D

But one thing somebody said is that they didn't think that this was how the Beatles would've acted, and you're probably right, but this is just coming from my imagination, so oh well. :P

Hahaa, I don't own the four of them. :[

The next morning, Ringo, George and Paul showed up at John's early to eat breakfast and gather their equipment. They piled their guitars into the trunk of John's large car, joined John in the kitchen for a hearty breakfast of eggs and bacon, the toast on its way.

"So," Ringo sat down at the small table, "what do you guys think of Anna?"

"I think she's a pretty cool gal." George grabbed a small cup of tea and joined the drummer.

"Cute, too." John smiled and sat the toast on the table next to the rest of the food. Ringo looked to Paul, not wanting to say anything about her unless everyone was okay with it. But Paul seemed to be distracting himself with filling his plate with as much food as he could.

"Paul?" Ringo grabbed a piece of toast.

"Huh?" his mouth was half full.

"Anna? What do you think of her?"

Paul glanced at John and George. They smirked and leaned back in their chairs.

"Yeah, Paulie," said John, "What do you think of our dearest Annabelle?"

He swallowed and continued to eat and took a sip of his tea, "She's okay. I don't mind her."

"Well, I've invited her to the studio today." Ringo admitted, stabbing his egg with his fork.

"Great!" John and George seemed quite excited, but Paul almost spit out his drink.

"Really?" he whipped his mouth with a napkin.

"Yeah," Ringo looked at him suspiciously, "I, uh, hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Why would I mind? I don't know what you're talking about. That's fine, completely fine." His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

Ringo checked his watch, "Good, 'cause I told her we'd pick her up at 9:30."

"Right, let's go, then!" George picked up his empty plate and took it to the sink, John behind him.

"Are you sure you're alright with this?" Ringo asked Paul in a whisper.

"Of course. Don't worry about me. I think she's a pretty cool gal." Paul reassured him with a smile and took his half eaten food to the trash and set his plate on the counter after Ringo, and they were out the door.

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Anna woke early to the sun in her eyes from her open window across the room. She groaned and turned onto her other side, dozing back off to sleep. Then it hit her. She shot up and the blankets fell onto the floor. She searched for her clock and found it on the floor, wondering for a moment on how it got there, but then she saw the time. Ringo and the boys would be there in less than 45 minutes. She jumped off the mattress and darted into the bathroom turning on the water to as hot as it would go. She quickly stripped down to nothing and threw her clothes in the bathroom hamper. She was about to step into the hot water, but remembered the bandage on her arm. She pulled it off gently and looked at it. It really wasn't that bad, but extremely purple. She winced a little at the sight, but continued into the shower. It only took her close to ten or fifteen minutes to her surprise and she ran back to her bedroom. Almost dropping her towel, she pulled it back up and closed her curtains, laughing at herself. She checked the time again. Twenty minutes and they would be here. She pulled on a pair of blue shorts and a plain white top. She wouldn't have time to blow dry her hair, so she pulled it up out of her face after brushing it and headed for the kitchen. No sign of her auntie, she found more than several empty beer bottles lying around and grabbed the milk from the fridge and a bowl and spoon from the cabinets. The cereal was already on the table and she sat down to a quick breakfast. Five minutes left and she reentered the bathroom to brush her teeth. A car honked from outside and she opened her bathroom window and immediately smiled. Ringo was getting out of the car and walking towards the door.

"Ringo!" she called. He looked up and she waved down to him. He waved back and she ran to grab her purse and shut the door behind her, running down the stairwell as fast as she could without falling. Ringo was waiting for her at the bottom.

"Good morning, love." He said, opening the door for her. She watched his eyes dart to her arm and almost regretted not grabbing a jacket then stepped out into the hot sun. It wouldn't be so bad, just a few looks she hoped.

"Morning, Ringo." She smiled and they walked to the car and she crawled into the back, next to George.

"Hello, hello." He said with a warm smile.

"Morning, George." She buckled in and Ringo sat next to her, "Morning John, Paul."

John bid her good morning, and Paul looked at her and turned back to the front, "Hello little girl."

Anna felt her cheeks get hot, but hoped nobody noticed and started another conversation till they got to the studio. It definitely wasn't that awkward at all, talking to the four of them. She smiled and laughed with them like they'd known each other for years. It made Anna feel good about herself, feel like she wasn't just in the way all the time. They seemed to think of her like a real person, and after listening to Max tell her that she wasn't pretty or worth a pretty penny for all that time, it meant a little more to her than she thought it would. Something about John, George, Ringo, and Paul made her think that maybe her life had taken a turn for the better.

"Here we are." Said John as the car came to a stop, "Abbey Road."

They all stepped out, and John and Paul grabbed their guitars, Ringo took George's when he saw him turn to help Anna out of her seat, "Shall we?"

"We shall." Anna took his out stretched arm as he led her up the stairs and into the building. Inside, a tall, thin, dark haired man greeted them.

"Hello, boys." He said and he spotted Anna on George's arm, "Well, and who do we have here?"

"Annabelle," said John setting his guitar down, "a new friend of ours."

The man held out his hand, and she shook it, "Please, call me Anna."

"Pleased to meet you, Anna." He kept glancing at her bruise, "I, uh, hope none of our boys did that to you."

She looked down at her arm, "Oh, no, sir. They actually rescued me from what probably would've been much worse."

"She was gonna alone today, and with the man who did that to her roaming the streets," Ringo didn't even finish his sentence.

"Well, of course she can stay here with us."

"Thank you, sir," Anna felt slightly fidgety.

"No, call me Mr. George."

She smiled and the boys got to work, Anna getting her own chair in the room with the boys. Maybe, just maybe, her life would turn out alright.