A/N: Oh my god I am soooooo sorry! These past two weeks have been WAY too busy! This is my longest chapter yet! Proud to say that! But I'm in a rush..sooo I can't say much! Please review!

Rating: T for swearing, possible...implied intercourse in the future... Yep.

DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) do not own the Beatles.

Lily's POV

John Lennon

The more my parents stressed the bad characteristics of John and why I should avoid him, the more drawn I became to him. I longed to see him again. I probably knew John more than they did, but since I had only actually seen him once, I had to pretend that wasn't true.

I was beginning to wonder if my mother had noticed how attracted to him I was, because she wouldn't stop telling me things about him. It was hard to keep myself quiet. Especially earlier on that hot mid-August day.

It was about four or five o'clock, and I was sitting at the kitchen table, strumming my guitar. My was washing dishes with the radio on that was telling us the news. When the news was over, music started playing, so my mother turned it off for me.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"You're welcome, honey," said my mother who smiled at me. She dried the dishes and put them away. When she was finished, she came over to the table and grabbed all the dirty dishes left from our early dinner. "So, John." She said as she made her way back to the sink.

"What about him?" I ask nonchalantly as I wrote a chord down on a piece of paper.

"He's a fighter, ya know. He's not afraid of a real fight. And I'm pretty sure he hurts others when they upset him," She said. "I bet you he's going to be infamous one day. He's be a criminal; sent to Alcatraz."

"Oh, really?" I bit back a laugh but allowed myself to lightly chuckle. "Alcatraz, eh?"

"Lily, you're not taking me seriously when you should be!" My mother came over to the table and sat across from me. "John is dangerous. He'll hurt you. And you'll look back at this time when you hear his name on the radio and think, 'What the he'll was wrong with me, hanging out with that boy?'"

I burst out into laughter. "Wrong," I said. "When I hear his name on the radio, my immediate response will be, 'HELL YES!'"

"Lillian Rose Armstrong!" My mother stood and slapped me. "Do not use that language in this house, understand me?"

I rubbed my stinging cheek. Typical punishment of the 50s. I guess I hadn't really gotten used to the manners that required at home... In the other timeline, I swore freely. Apparently I don't have freedom of speech here... But then again, I'm in England, not America. Understandable. "Sorry, mum." I said, trying my best to react as little as possible to the slap.

"Now, you will not like that Lennon kid, y'hear? That boy us going to turn into a man of evil and fighting." My mother paced back and forth.

"I don't know, mum," I said calmly. "I have high hopes for John. He has the potential to do great things in life."

"I doubt it," She grumbled, sitting back down across from me.

"What's your point in telling me this again?" I asked, looking at her with both of my eyebrows raised.

"Because I wanted to remind you of it. There's going to be a party in the out in the strawberry field tonight, and I want you and your sister to go so you can start making friends." She told me in one big breath.

"Oh?" I said, confused.

"Yes, and John is most likely to be there. I don't want you going off with him." She told me. "It starts at sunset. Go get Evelyn and get ready."

I grinned and ran upstairs to know loudly on Evelyn's door. "What?" I heard her loudly call.

I pushed the door open with great forced and it slammed against the wall. Evelyn looked up from painting her nails on the floor. "Get up, we're going out." I ordered with a smile.

She capped the nail polish and stood, blowing on her nails. "To where?"

"The strawberry field," I told her, picking up a hat from the floor. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. "There's going to be a party."

"But we're only 13," She said.

"Not like it matters," I told her, adjusting the way the hat fit on me. "We're in the 50s!"

"Alright," She said, opening her closet. "What should I wear?"

"Something casually cute. But not too mature. We don't wanna look like we're trying too hard to look cute..." I said the last words slowly as I began to realize what I was saying. I was giving Evelyn advice on what to wear. I raised an eyebrow. "We're leaving when the sun strts to set," and I was gone.

I went to my room, closing my door behind me. I opened my closet and scanned it. I decided on a red-checkered dress and black flats. I put them in and walked out of my room. I went downstairs to my mother, who was paying the bills. She was wearing her reading glasses, which made her seek even more intelligent than she already was.

I stood for a moment, waiting for my mother to give me her attention. However, she continued to focus on the bills instead of taking any notice of me. I cleared my throat and she looked up.

"Oh, sorry darling, I didn't even know you were standing there," said my mother. She slid the bills and her checkbook to the side of the table to she could rest her folded hands in their place. She smiled up at me. "Why, don't you look nice?"

"Is the dress too nice?" I asked, biting my lip.

"No," She said. "It's cute for a part. It's not too formal and it's not too casual. It's perfectly fine." Since I was adopted, my parents were younger than the average parents of teenagers. My mother was still in her thirties, so she was still young enough to understand the fashion of younger people. I trusted her opinion.

"I'm thinking of wearing me white sweater as well." I told her, looking down at my dress. I looked back up, unsure. "Should I?"

"I don't see why not." She said. "It's a good idea. I'm sure it'll get cold out tonight."

"Okay," I grinned and ran upstairs. I grabbed a belt and buckled it around my waist, causing it to accompany what little figure I had. I then pulled over my white sweater and I buttoned it up.

"Girls, you should get going!" My mother called up.

I grinned and stood. I walked out of my room to find Evelyn walking out of hers at the same time. She wore a dark blue skirt with stitched in designs along with a plain white shirt. I nodded to her and she grinned at me. "Lily, you look great!" She smiled. There was Evelyn, being her normal, complementive-self.

"As do you," I returned to her. We went downstairs to find both of our parents standing there.

"Ladies," My father began. "Tonight you have lots of freedom. We're allowing you both to stay out for long if you find someone to hang out with."

"Yes," My mom said. "But you have to call us at some point if you end up staying the night somewhere."

"This is only a one time offer," My father said to us, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"But there are circumstances!" My mother quickly added. She bit her lip and hugged her husband, looking up at him.

"Ah, yes. You can't stay with any boys," My father told us. "And you cannot hang out with that Lennon boy."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and be sassy. "Alright..."

"There will be consequences if you do," My mother said. "And this won't happen again either."

I shrugged. "Let's go, Evelyn!" I grinned and grabbed my sister's hand, pulling her outside.

"Stay safe!" My mother called after us from the door.

Soon we arrived at the Strawberry fields to find tons of people there. There were cars around with teenagers sitting on them. Evelyn and I walked through slowly. Evelyn was stopped by some girl, and they introduced themselves. I stood there, awkwardly.

I felt a tapping on my shoulder. "Hey, Lily," I heard a familiar voice say behind me.

I turned around to see John. "Hey, John." I grinned.

He returned the smile. "How have ya been?" He asked.

"Fine," I shrugged. "And you?"

"I'm doing wonderful, now that you're here," He smirked and winked at me.

I raised both my eyebrows and chuckled. "That one's an old one." Then again...

"May be a bit overused, but you still laughed at it." He said.

"Well, yeah," I crossed my arms. "What else am I going to do?"

"You could've rolled your eyes and given me sass and then walk off with a flip of your hair." John shrugged. "But you didn't."

I just looked at him and he laughed. "Come on, I want to introduce you to some people," He said as he put an arm around my shoulder casually.

"Alright," I said. "But can my sister come along as well?" I bit my lip.

John took a moment. I wondered what he was thinking because he stared off at the building intently. He was so beautiful. His hair was curly and not in the mop-top way as I would usually remember his hair as. But he was young and 14 years old. In just a few months, he would be turning 15 years old.

John looked down at me and stared into my eyes. Our faces were inches apart. He smiled. "What?" He asked me.

That was when I realized I had been smiling up at him. I blushed but smiled more. "Nothing. Just waiting for an answer."

"Oh, right," John blushed a little as well. I smirked. John Lennon. Blushing. Priceless. "Sure," He said.

I turned us around; John's arm remained relaxing on my shoulders. Evelyn was still talking. "Evelyn!" I called. "Come with John and I!"

Evelyn turned to look at me. Her eyes bugged out and she stared at me, frightened. She shook her head rapidly. "No, thanks."

"Why not?" I asked. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me for a minute," I said to John, and he pulled his arm down from my shoulders. I walked towards Evelyn.

"You heard what mum and dad said," Evelyn looked at me. "No John!"

"Please, Evelyn." I said. "It's not like mom and dad will find out. Plus," I brought my voice to a whisper, "We know the real John Lennon."

"No," She growled, "We know the future John. We know his potential. But we do NOT know teenage John."

I rolled my eyes at her. She was right, but hell, I was not going to admit it.

"And I am not going to risk getting in trouble," Evelyn went on. "You go ahead, hang out with John. But don't come crying to me when you get in trouble."

I rolled my eyes again. "Alright, see you later." I shrugged and walked back over to John.

"She's not coming?" John asked.

"Nah, she'd rather make her own friends," I said.

"Okay, then," John shrugged. He looked towards his friends and smiled, putting his arm around me again. He then guided me over to them.

His touch made butterflies in my stomach. I was breaking the rules, but John only made it better. He made it seem fun. He had a smirk on his face, one that pretty much said, "hell yes". It made my smile turn into a smirk.

"Hey, John," a guy said as we approached the group. He hopped down and walked up to me. He stood behind John and me, keeping his gaze on me. "Who's this little bird you've got here?"

"Lily," John answered him. "She's new here in Liverpool. Adopted by the Armstrongs. I met her when I was on me way to yer place." John looked down at me. "This is Pete; Pete Best."

Pete smiled at me. His smile was the same as John's average smile. "Nice to meet ya, Miss Lily."

"Nice to meet you too," I grinned.

John brought me over to the truck that Pete had been sitting on. He lifted me up to put me on the back of it. I quickly held my dress in place so it wouldn't get messed up when I sat down. John then pulled himself up next to me.

Without moving our heads, he glanced towards me and I glanced towards him. He smiled at me and the butterflies returned to my stomach. Pete pulled himself up and sat on the other side of me.

"So," Pete said. "What grade are ya entering this year?"

"Eighth," I told him.

Pete smirked. "So you're a young bird, hmm?" He grinned. "I can settle for that."

Pete began to scoot closer to me, but John put his arm around me again, pulling me a little closer to him. He gave Pete some kind of warning glare. I felt myself blush.

I guess I had blushed like crazy that night, because John would randomly tell me that I was blushing or my face was turning red.

"Do you play any instruments?" John asked me randomly. It was dark out by then. I was unsure of the time, and half of the party had already left for home.

"Piano, guitar, singing…" I shrugged.

"You play guitar too?" John grinned at me. "My mother taught me to play banjo a while back and now I've picked up on acoustic guitar. I'm thinking of starting a band, ya know."

"You totally should!" I said, a little louder than intended.

John laughed. "Alright, alright, love. But I don't know if Aunt Mimi will allow it."

"Well…try to." I nodded.

"Hey, John, I've got to go." Pete said, looking at his watch. "It's 11:30. My mom wanted me home an hour ago."

John shrugged. "Okay, if you-"

"11:30?" I shot up. I bit my lip. "I should really get home too."

Pete and John looked at me for a second, but Pete then broke the silence. "Well, see you guys soon," He said. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away from the truck.

John and I waved goodbye to him, and then John hopped down from the truck. With one hand in my hand and the other around my waist, he helped me down from the truck. "I'll walk you home," He said. He put his arm around me, and then walked me out of the strawberry field.

"It was nice to see you," John said as we began to near my house.

I stopped walking and turned to him. "It was nice to see you too." I smiled. "Unfortunately, my parents aren't too fond of you."

John shrugged. "It's okay, I guessed. See you soon?" He asked hopefully.

I grinned and nodded. "Yes, see you soon."

John smiled and kissed my cheek. He then walked off down the street. When he was out of sight, I made my way to my drive way. My house was dark. I pushed the front door open and closed quietly. I flicked the light on, and saw my mother and father sitting at the kitchen table.

"Lillian Rose Armstrong!" Both of my parents snapped in unison.