"THAT. WAS. NOT FUNNY." I yelled, shooting up out of the chair.

"We beg to differ actually," John laughed. He was one of the two in the mask. Figures.

"Why'd you do that?" I suddenly shifted my expression to sad, hoping to get some guilt out of them.

"Well to bring you back!" George said.

"Yeah 'ere we are walking along and we see you trying to jump off a building, we get you down, you run away, you trip, we bring you home, you run away, you come back remembering you have nowhere to go, you leave, and we decided to bring you back. We want you to stay with us." Ringo joined in.

Well, what if I did stay with them? It would make me happy, and why not treat myself once in awhile? And besides, its not like one of them was going to fall in love with me like in the great fan-fiction I read back home. That realm of happiness was so far out of reach, why even try to get it. Yeah, I would just stay with them. Stay with them and enjoy myself. I had been wanting all my life to have a nice little conversation with the Beatles and here was my chance, being handed to me on a silver platter.

"You know what? I think I will." I sat back down crossing my legs pretentiously.

"Oh good!" Paul smiled.

"Not really Im pretty much a bitch and you're going to regret this." I said.

"I second that." John muttered.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH JERK OFF," I yelled.

"I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I" JOHN SAID.

"YOU'RE A CHILD LENNON."

"Ok! No fighting, not now," Paul jumped in.

I shrugged and found my way to the kitchen, I needed to get food, like now.

"Guys what food do you have?" I called.

They all followed me in, and of course John had to say something.

"You're a girl, you don't have to eat all the time."

"Im hungry man, so why don't you tell me where the food is before someones ass gets kicked."

"Feisty isn't she." Ringo said.

I spotted a plate with some doughnuts, and pounced.

"Doughnuts!" I squealed.

They all stared as I scarfed it down, and then they started laughing. Glad I could entertain.

"So. What now?" I asked.

"I dunno actually, we were just relaxing today."

"Chillin' like a villain, I am very ok with this."

I shrugged, went into the little sitting room, grabbed a pillow and jumped onto the couch. They followed me again.

"If you men don't mind Im taking a nap time."

"Nap time?" George asked.

"Yes, I would like to have nap time twice a day, so I want quiet."

"Paul, I think this is going to be harder than we planned." Ringo said.

Later

"And this is our club, we play here sometimes, but not tonight." Paul escorted me in to a gritty looking room that smelled like alcohol and sweat but a cool atmosphere.

Minutes after we walked in the four Beatles already were with girls, using their annoying charm. I just sat at the bar and watched people dance. The Beatles should have at least one sober enough person to make sure they didn't do something really stupid so I just drank a tiny bit.

"Not from here?" a scruffy guy asked, nodding his head at me.
"Nope."

"Where then?"

"Hell."

"Nice, want a drink?"

"Not really but if you really feel the deep need, the want inside your soul, to buy me a drink, nothings stopping you."

"How about a date then?"

"Well let me think about that. Man, I don't know you, you could be a cold-blooded killer planning to seduce me into your home, then tearing me limb from limb, using my elbow as a trophy. You never know."

"Im not a killer, my names Peter."

"I've once heard of a killer named Peter you know."

"Thats not me, just come on a date with me yeah?"

I knocked my head back and forth weighing the offer.
"Yeah sure man."

"Pick you up tomorrow night, bout 8?"

"Sounds fan-freaking-tastic." I said, jumping down from my stool.

"Wait where do you live love?" He inquired.

"Know those guys?" I asked pointing at the Beatles.

"Sure, they play here a lot."

"I live with them, just go down the road and you'll see a gray flat, and will most likely hear obnoxious shouting. That'd be the place."

"Uh, got it."

And with that I shuffled away.

"Going somewhere?" George was suddenly in front of me.

"Yup, home."

"Me too, you shouldn't be walking down these streets alone ok, not at night. Make sure you have somebody to walk with from now on."

Dude one of the Beatles was starting to care about me! What a day!

"Alrighty lets go." I skipped out.

Whoa, I didn't realize how tired I was, and the alcohol I had was harder on me than usual, yet another disadvantage of being a pipsqueak.

George, noticing my wobbling hoisted me onto his back, giving me a piggy-back ride home.

Yeah a Beatle just gave me a piggy-back ride, maybe this was a pretty good idea.