This is chapter three! Aren't ya excited? I know that I is! Sorry it took me a while to update. I was suffering from severe writer's block and laziness. He he he! Obscure Séance Rita tried to help me, but unfortunately when you're lazy, only YOU can raise yourself up. . .so yeah, don't blame her, blame me! Soooo this chapter's not too lengthy, but it's not short either. If it seems boring, which it TOTALLY ISN'T, don't worry! The story will eventually get going. Remember: this is still "Day One." So enough of my rambling. Empecad! (Spanish vosotros command for "Begin!")
Stella was gawking at John as they walked down the street. John looked down at the star struck girl.
"Would ya quit staring at me like that? Yer givin' me the creeps!" he complained in his thick accent.
Stella giggled uncontrollably. John just rolled his eyes at her. When he did, he noticed he was still holding her hand. He let go immediately.
"Sorry," he said uncomfortably. Stella barely noticed, though. Instead, she began asking questions a mile a minute.
"Why are you dressed like that? Why are you here? Where are we going? Can you sing me a song? OH MY GOD! YOU KNOW RINGO STARR!" She screamed the last sentence at him.
John looked alarmed, but then he laughed at her excitement. "So, yer a fan of us, are ya?" he asked.
"No!" Stella answered defensively. John was puzzled by this, but let it go – sort of.
"All right, if ya say so," he sighed as he walked ahead of her. She jogged to catch up to him thinking, Oh, no! He hates me now!
"Wait!" Stella grabbed his arm so he'd turn around.
"Hmmm?" he hummed as he raised an arched eyebrow.
"Ummm. . ." was all she could think to say.
"Ah-Ha! So ya are a fan!" he exclaimed as he pointed a finger at her accusingly.
Stella swatted his hand away while staring at him with a bored expression. Finally she asked, "Why were youbuying your own record, hmm?" putting her hands on her hips and glaring up at him. John only laughed and started walking again. The irritated brunette rolled her eyes in annoyance as she followed him once more.
John knew he was irking this girl and was enjoying every moment of it. He was partly doing it because he liked her and partly because he loved to cheese people off. But mostly because he liked her. She was feisty and tough, like him. He especially liked teasing her.
"So, ya like Ringo, eh?" he asked to make her uncomfortable. Stella didn't say anything; she simply stared down at her feet, refusing to make eye contact.
She suddenly looked up at John and scolded, "Hey! You never answered my question!" She narrowed her eyes at him sneeringly.
"Which one? You asked me quite a few!" he chuckled.
Stella gave the musician a jaded guise. "Why were you buying your own album? It's not like it isn't selling . . . Every girl in the country's bought at least 10 copies already!" The young adult sounded angry as she uttered the last statement, as if those girls had no right listening to The Beatles.
"Really? 10 copies? We really are conquering America!" John exclaimed, sounding pleased with himself.
Stella began to realize that John Lennon was not going to answer any questions that he didn't want to. He wasn't one to submit to or follow rules. Rather, the rhythm guitarist broke the rules, did his own thing and tried to aggravate as many people as possible, all while still having fun.
She decided to ask him less intrusive questions. "How did you manage to escape the hotel without being seen?"
The older boy turned to her with excitement. "Well, ya see, me and Paulie-"
"Wait a second! Like Paul McCartney?"
John rolled his eyes at the naïve girl and started walking away. "Of course I mean Paul McCartney!" he imitated the way she said the bassist's name. Stella stuck out her bottom lip in frustration. John mimicked her facial expression just to anger her more. Stella folded her arms in vexation.
"Aww, did I 'urt yer feelings?" John asked her with sarcastic concern.
"Ya know," Stella said, "you're not as nice as you seem on TV!"
"Sorry to disappoint ya, luv!" John said carelessly. "Oi! Ya never told me yer name!"
She gave him a bored look. "It's Stella."
"Hmmm, that's a rather posh name."
"Posh?"
"Yeah. . .means 'sophisticated' and the like." Stella looked at him with narrowed eyes and her mouth held open.
"What? Yer not sophisticated?" John asked teasingly.
"I'm not answering that."
"And why not?" he questioned her with a mocking tone.
"Because. I have a feeling you would take what I said, twist it around and throw it back in my face!" Stella suddenly recognized that she had just insulted a member of her favorite band. Ugh, whatever! He's been nothing but an ass this whole time!
"Oh, so ya think you've got me all sorted out, do ya?" John interrogated. He seemed to be joking, but Stella wasn't completely sure. She was about to apologize, but as they turned the corner, Stella bumped into someone.
"Oh, pardon me!" a deep voice said to Stella.
"Oh no, it was my-" Stella began, but stopped as she looked up at the man she'd walked into. He was wearing a windbreaker, had a thick beard and mustache and his dark hair was teased in the front. Stella thought he looked just as peculiar as John. Suddenly, though, she caught his eyes. The irises of his eyes reflected the color of the clear blue sky. His identity dawned on her as she gazed into them.
"Fault. . ." she finished her thought breathlessly.
John also recognized the other disguised man and greeted him. "Well, if it isn't me mate Ringo! We was just talkin' about ya!"
Ringo looked down at Stella, who was only a few inches shorter than him, with a confused look. "Hullo," he said uncomfortably. He looked back at John and said, "John, Eppy's been lookin' fer you and Paul all mornin'! He's pretty cheesed off that you two keep gallivanting off in every city we visit!"
While Ringo scolded John for running off, Stella stared in wonder at the drummer. She couldn't believe he was standing right before her, only inches away. Even in disguise, he still maintained his adorable puppy dog eyes and goofy expressions.
"Ah, buggar! Eppy's always gettin' his knickers in a twist! Let 'im worry a little!" John said casually.
"No, John. We gotta go. I don't wanna listen to 'im lecture us again. It's gettin' bloody tiresome." Ringo complained.
John finally noticed Stella ogling Ringo and decided to use this to his advantage. "Rings, we can't go till I introduce ya to yer biggest fan!" He gestured to Stella after saying this. Ringo turned to the flabbergasted girl with a weary expression. He was tired of playing John's games and wanted to return to the hotel.
"Hullo," he said again, "How do ya do?" and shook her hand.
Stella smiled and giggled nervously. "I-I I'm uh . . ." she stuttered.
John smiled mischievously as he told Ringo, "'Er name's Stella. She's a fan of ours, but doesn't like to admit it. I met 'er at this little ol' record store, kinda like the one Eppy used to-"
"JOHN! We need tah go!" Ringo interrupted.
"Ahh, fine," John sighed. He pointed his thumb at the shorter boy and whispered to Stella, "See, that's the problem with 'im, 'e always wants to end the fun!"
Stella was still speechless. She only stood there debating if this was all real or not.
Ringo rolled his eyes at his friend. "Come on! The hotel's only a few blocks away."
"Hold up!" John said. "Stella, on Sunday, me and the boys are performing on The Ed Sullivan Show. Ya know where the studio is?"
Stella only nodded in response, not knowing where he was going with this.
"Gear! Come down to the studio real early and we'll get ya in to see the show!" Ringo started pulling him by his arm.
"I'm sorry, but we've got to go," Ringo said with apologetic eyes.
"Oh, and bring a friend!" John called as Ringo dragged him down the street.
Stella stood wide eyed watching two of the famous Liverpudlians stroll down the sidewalk. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. The young girl pinched herself to see if she'd wake up. She opened her eyes after doing so and still saw John and Ringo walking ahead of her. I've got to tell Grace about this! Stella thought as she turned around and raced back to her uncle's record store. She won't believe any of this!
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