Don't worry your pretty, little, brain jelly filled heads anymore my darling readers, I have not jumped off the face of the planet. Can a planet have a face? I'm sorry for scaring you like that, but my computer got a virus from this game my little sister downloaded, and it wouldn't let me do anything except… well, nothing actually. But we got a new computer, and when I say new I mean my mom's computer geek friend Brad de-bugged ours, but that meant that it erased all my files, including the ones for this story. So now I don't have all my brilliant ideas anymore, so I have to make brilliant-er ideas to replace those ones. So here is my first brilliant idea since… a long time. Disclaimer: I don't own The Beatles, Paul McCartney, or anything that has to do with them, and anyone who thinks otherwise is either brain dead, or close to it. And now, ladies and gentlemen, The Beatles! (But seriously, can a planet have a face? Cause if they can then Earth needs some serious zit cream.)

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Paul's POV (*girlish scream)

I watched my house coming up to meet us as the car pulled closer, my hand positioned on the door handle so I could get out quickly to avoid getting soaked. I swear the rain came from nowhere! It was really weird, but when I stepped out of the car, the rain seemed to lighten a bit. What the hell? I shook the thought away; it was probably the alcohol at work. I waved a quick goodbye to John and George, and then bounded up the steps to my flat. Once inside, I put the kettle on the stove, and sat down to read, but I couldn't concentrate. My thoughts kept shifting back to Juli. Did we do the right thing by letting her stay with us? What if Brian was right, and all she wanted was to mooch off us, and maybe get a quick shag now and then? I slapped my head softly for thinking like that. Juli would never do anything like that. Or would she? I mean, I had only known her for, what? 15 hours? And in that time I'd learned that she was from future California, she was obsessed with us, but who wasn't, and that she played a lot of instruments. But what did we really know about her?

The sound of the kettle whistling snapped me out of my thoughts, and I went to put the tea bags in. while I got them down, I looked at our situation from a new perspective. If she was faking all of this, then how had she made herself appear out of thin air like that?

Flashback

"John, let George go. We need him to play."I said without looking up from my book. It didn't need saying that George was getting pissed, you could just tell by the way he was breathing deeply, trying to hold his anger in.

"Aw, you spoil everything, Macca." John said, getting up off the floor where he had been wrestling George to get the already eaten doughnut he had stuffed himself with. "Just havin' a little fun. Right Georgey?" He clapped George on the back. Hard. George let out an annoyed huff, which he tried to disguise as a gasp for the air that had been knocked out of him.

At that point, Ringo came back from the bathroom where he had escaped to, freshly shaven and groomed. It seemed like a waste though. He could have done that in the morning, instead of 11 at night. "Lookin' good Rings. Maybe you'll get a decent bird yet." John said, ruffling Ringo's perfectly brushed hair. Always the decent one, Ringo laughed at the insult, before pushing John's hand away. He sat in between George and me, and started reading the newspaper he had abandoned when he went to tidy up.

Everything was quiet then, even John, who had recently stopped his habit of ripping paper into little pieces. That is, until we heard a sound like static coming from the telly. "Rings, did you turn on the TV?" I asked, eying the object in question with a knit brow. He gave a shake of his head, as did the others. I went over to it to see if it was broken, but it was fine. I turned to give the others my diagnosis, but they were all looking at something behind me in horror. I turned slowly to see what it was, and nearly shit my knickers. There was what looked like a blob of clear jelly forming in the air behind me, slowly starting to take shape with every passing second.

I inched away from it, never taking my eyes off it, like it would suddenly engulf me if I even blinked. It slowly started to become less translucent, and took the shape of a figure lying down. Soon we were able to see it was a girl, and, I must say, she had a very nice ass.

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She couldn't have been faking this; no one was able to do that. Yet. My eyes widened as I remembered one crucial detail. She was from the future, and if people were doing what she had said in they were, like making portable radios about as big as my thumb able to hold about 500 songs, then they could surely travel back in time, with added effects.

I felt a pang of betrayal spread through me. She had lied. After we'd trusted her, she'd lied to us. But, she was so nice and innocent, and she wasn't like all the others, she wasn't hanging on our shoulders everywhere we went. She didn't even look comfortable with us touching her. I decided that I was jumping to conclusions to quickly, and to give her a bit more credit, but I would be keeping a close eye on our little Ms. Kosharek while she was here. A very close eye.

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BOOOOO! HISSSSSSSSSSS! BAD PAULIE! I'm sorry, but there had to be some kind of protagonist in this story, and Brian already trusts her, John is to busy moaning about heavy stuff, George likes her, and Ringo's in love, so naturally Paul had to be the bad guy here. Please do NOT kill me, I know judo. Judo know if I got a knife, judo know if I got a gun, judo NOT mess with me. I'll try to be a more avid poster, but I also need reviews to know that more than… 7 people are reading this story. PLEEEEASE review! I need reviews to live! T^T