Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles. Imagine if I did…alright moving on. I do own Eloise and her family.

Chapter 4

Eloise

After rehearsal, the guys and I went to a shoe store that was down the street to buy myself a few pairs of shoes to have. I love my sneakers but I wasn't sure if black and white running sneakers were the best option to wear during the sixties.

I bought a few pairs of sneakers, a pair of black heels with only three inches on the heel, and two pairs of flats. They were just to have.

After the shoe shopping experience which the guys helped me pay for and I told them a thousand times it was unnecessary, we headed back to Paul's place. It was hard to believe that everything was happening so fast and I'm surprised I'm taking this in stride.

So far.

"So do you have any brothers or sisters?" George asked.

"One older sister," I replied.

"How old is she?"

"Twenty one," I said.

"Do you two get along?" Paul asked.

"It's a love hate relationship but more recently it's been a needing each other's back situation as I called it," I said.

"Why's that?"

"Because my mom's getting married," I said.

"That's great news why do you sound unhappy about it?" he asked.

Should I tell them about the divorce? I don't know only because I didn't want pity or anything like that. I hate talking about it considering it happened two years ago out of nowhere.

"I rather not talk about it. Not now anyways," I replied.

Paul only nodded in understanding but moved on. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen, wait how old are you guys anyways?" I asked.

"George's twenty one, Ringo and I are twenty four and Paulie's twenty two," John said.

"Okay good," I said.

"Why?"

"No reason," I replied. Thank god the guys are a little bit older than me especially Paul.

"I think I may have a hunch," Ringo said eying me a bit.

"What are you talking about?" Paul asked.

"Don't you worry your little head off," he said. "Besides, you'll find out soon enough."

Paul eyed Ringo suspiciously before he excused him to leave the kitchen for a second.

"Okay, so what do you think of our Paulie?" Ringo asked.

"You had to wait until he left the room?" I asked, confusingly.

"Yeah," they said in union.

I rolled my eyes before I sat up in my seat in the kitchen. I felt like I was in high school again only I wasn't surrounded by my friends. I was with the Beatles. God only know how this would turn out.

"You won't say anything to him?"

"We won't," George replied.

"Scout's honor," John and Ringo said.

"Okay then, I think Paul's a nice guy," I said. Okay so I lied to them a little but I couldn't say what I wanted to say.

"Really?" John asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It's a little too weird telling you guys this," I said.

"What's weird?" Paul's voice asked.

"That El here…"

I covered John's mouth before he said anything. All we heard was muffling as George and Ringo tried to suppress their laughter.

"Did I miss something?" Paul asked.

"No you didn't, just the boys being themselves; right?"

"Oh yeah," they agreed at the same time after I let go of John.

He eyed us before he continue to talk with us. While we were enjoying ourselves in the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel that a pair of eyes was on me.

"Let me ask you guys something," I said later that night. We were sitting in the living room with me sitting on the floor, Ringo on the arm chair and Paul on the other arm chair with his guitar and George and John sharing the couch.

"Sure, go ahead," Paul said.

"How on earth do you guys deal with the fan girls?" I asked.

"It's not easy as everyone thinks," he said.

"Yeah, try getting smashed in a small hallway closet while trying to outrun them," Ringo said.

"Very uncomfortable," John added.

"That sucks," I said. All four of them looked at me in shock.

"Come on, what did you expect me to say?" I asked.

"Something rather different," George said.

"She does have a point," John said.

"Yeah so I suggest that you guys better get use to twenty first lingo," I said.

"We better learn also," George piped in. "It would make us feel old knowing what you might say."

I laughed a little weirdly as they looked at me. Oh if they only knew…

"Crap, I forgot to put my shoes away," I said, getting up from my seat.

I ran upstairs to organize them after I took them out of the boxes. When I went to go put them in the closet, I felt something coming over me. I smiled to myself as I remembered Lil and I would always buy shoes when we were older enough to go to the mall. We did do our chores and when the time for us to get jobs, we worked to earn what we want.

I remember when it was time for prom, I bought my dress and I had the perfect shoes but they broke the day before and I didn't have the money to go buy a new pair but luckily, Lil had the shoes that almost matched my dress and it did pull off.

Thinking of that made me miss Lil even more. I do miss my parents a lot. It just seems like yesterday I was back home. Oh wait, it was yesterday.

"El?"

I looked up and saw Paul standing in the doorway. "The guys were wondering if you wanted to go downtown. Cynthia's coming also," he asked.

"Yeah, that would be great," I replied, putting on my fake smile.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

"Yep I'm fine," I replied. "I'll be down in a few."

He looked at me a little bit longer before he left the room. I breathed out a huge breath that I was holding in as I tried not to let anything get to me. I wasn't going to break down and I wasn't going to start now.

I thought everything was far away but it looks like they're here to stay.

For now at least.

I freshened up a bit before I met up with the guys downstairs. I couldn't let them see me cry over this. Not now anyways. I will let them know what's going on.

When the time is right that is.

A/n: Okay I know it's a somewhat crappy chapter but I tried!

Next chapter El is going to meet Cynthia. I wonder how that meeting will go. Got to stick around and find out. Not to mention more Paul/El action going on and it's not what you think! I hope you're not thinking of that anyways.

I'll try to make the next chapter longer. I know I say that and it never happens but it will happen. I just got to get my muse kicking.

Leave a review on the way out! I thank you guys for your patience and support!

Until next time,
Spike