A/N: Hey Lovelies! :) Wow, um...I don't know. Well, I would like to ask you for you to pretend that they all went to the same school systems and stuff... Also, please, please, understand that he (I'm not giving everything away) was indeed 14 when all that crap that's soon to happen, happened. I just switched it up a bit... Okay, well, I believe this is my longest chapter yet! I'm not entirely sure, but I think so! And I might be updating While My Heart Gently Weeps today, depending on where I am with that. And sorry for not updating yesterday! I threw up last night so I decided to go to bed instead of updating, but now I'm up and running and healthy and all that jazz. AND did I mention that I'm in LOVE with the Avengers? Well, I am. And I'm going to Six Flags tomorrow...why am I talking about my plans...alright, well, read and review, and I hope you enjoy! :)

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

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

Lily's POV

Charming Boy is Charming

John was right. School had started and I hadn't seen him once. He was even right about my grounding starting the next day. Evelyn had told my parents about Blackpool, which angered them enough. But what really pushed them over the edge was when my father caught John and I when we were about to kiss. It could've been my first kiss, but no, my stupid father and sister had to get in the way.

Julia and I have found ourselves hanging out with the same kind of people in school; bad, yet friendly people. Evelyn was off with the bitch squad immediately. They were the good, yet evil people. Total bitches and spoiled brats. Evelyn was spoiled big time. My parents gave her pretty much anything she asked for. I had the chance (and probably still do) to be spoiled as well, however, the things I wanted were the things that weren't allowed. Like being able to at least interact with John.

It remained a mystery to me of why my parents hated John so much. But I knew my parents wouldn't be mentioning his name for a while. Unless I broke the rules and hung out with him...

Waking up early in the morning was the biggest challenge of the new school year. I slowly walked downstairs to the kitchen table to eat breakfast.

"Good morning," My mother chimed. She put a bowl of cereal in front of me and a glass of orange juice.

"Morning, and thanks." I said. I didn't really want to go to school today. The first week of school only consisted of orientation classes. Today was Monday and regular classes were starting.

Evelyn came downstairs with a bounce in her step. She said good morning to our mom and sat down next to me. She mentioned a few things about drama club auditions and chorus. I slowly ate my cereal, ignoring Evelyn as much as possible. My mother mostly chatted with her during breakfast. Things became like that around my house; my parents favoring Evelyn and ignoring me. The only time they'd talk to me would be if there was an issue they had to work out. Other than that, they had absolutely no interest in talking to me. And to think that I was the one they wanted to adopt. It's not like I had changed. I just became friends with all the bad kids. Evelyn was the one who changed. She became such a bitch to me. They didn't adopt her because they wanted her, they adopted her for me. I was the one they wanted. And now I was being ignored. Maybe if I started to act lonely...

I finished my breakfast and wiped my face with my napkin. Without a word, I put my dishes in the sink and rinsed them off. My mother was reminding me to do something, but I ignored her. I ran upstairs and got dressed. I was soon off to school for yet another long day.

I arrived at school with a school bag slung over my shoulder, my schedule in my right hand, and my cased trumpet in my left. I went to the musical arts room to put my trumpet away and then ran off to find my locker. Julia was leaning against the locker, grinning.

"Hey," I said as I began to put my combination in. "What's up?"

"I saw John and Pete yesterday," She said.

I opened my locker up and put my school bag inside. I looked at Julia who was pulling out a bag from her own school bag. She handed it to me. "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"John gave that to me to give to you. He said you left it at Pete's house." She informed me.

"Oh yeah, thanks," I smiled. I began to put it in my locker until I noticed that Julia was grinning like something was up. "What?" I asked her, concerned.

"John also told me to tell you to make sure you look inside," Julia shrugged. "Well, I better get to my locker. See ya." She said and was gone.

I watched her leave and a smirk appeared on my face. I quickly opened up the tote to find a folded up piece of paper resting at the top. I took it and began to unfold it. There was a letter written in the messiest handwriting on it. I read it as I began taking my books from my locker.

Dear Lillian,

I suppose this is probably the last you'll hear from me for a while. Thanks to Evelyn and your parents. And school. Our age difference really sucks. Although we're only a year apart, it seems that I'm way too old for you. Also, I hope you enjoy eighth grade... But don't let me be the reason to hold you back from anything. I want you to have as much fun as your parents will allow you. Haha. But in all seriousness, I want you to have the most fun possible this year. Just forget about me for a bit...unless you already have and I sound like a complete idiot saying all of this. Well, I guess I'll just finish up here. I'll see you in a year tops, if not sooner.

Goodbye and I'll miss you.

Love,

John

I closed my locker as I finished reading it. I smiled warmly and peacefully closed my eyes, leaning against my closed locker. Memories filled my head of the past summer, only to make me smile more.

"What're you smiling 'bout, love?" I heard a voice say next to me. I opened my eyes to find a boy standing at the locker next to mine. He was a tad chubby, but still cute. He had a smirk plastered onto his face as he pulled stuff from his locker and kept his eyes on me.

"Oh," I felt my cheeks burning, "Nothing."

"Well, you had to've been smiling at somethin'. That would've been just plain creepy if you were smilin' like that for no reason," He said. He raised his eyebrows.

"I got a letter from a friend of mine. That's all." I told him with a nod.

"A friend?" He chuckled. "And who's this friend?"

"His name is John Lennon," I said, my tone of voice becomming a bit sassy and sarcastic. "And the rest is none of yer business!"

"Yer new 'ere, right?" He said.

"Yes."

"Well, I advise you to not befriend John...he already has a reputation with girls, an' he's only a freshman."

"I'm aware," I nodded.

"What homeroom are ya in?" The boy looked at me.

"Jones," I told him.

"Really? Me too," He smiled. "Come along, miss-" He paused, thinking. "I'm sorry, love, I never got yer name."

"Lillian Armstrong, but please, call me Lily." I gave him one, quick nod.

He smiled. "James Paul McCartney," He introduced, "But I go by Paul." He then indicated for me to follow as he began to walk down the hall.

I just stood there, still. How did I not recognize him? He was Paul McCartney. I watched him in awe, unable to move my limbs. My mouth was hung open, and I was afraid I was drooling. Luckily enough, my mouth was dry.

Paul noticed that he was alone and turned around. He looked at me weirdly and walked back over to me. "Are you alright, Lily?" He asked, confused.

I brought myself back to reality and swallowed hard with a nod. "Yes, sorry, I was...daydreaming." Which was sort of true...

"Well, stop yer dreaming and come to homeroom!" He said. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me there.

"Why are you so excited about this?" I asked him as he pulled me into our science classroom, which was also our homeroom.

"It's your first official day dealing with the horrid students here and Liverpool. And I am glad that I get to witness how everything goes on your first official day here." Paul grinned at me.

"You having a John mo-" I stopped 'moment' short and bit my lip hard. "Never mind, I just confused myself."

Paul shrugged it off and sat down at the desk next to mine. That was close, I thought with a sigh of relief. I was about to tell him that he was acting like John, but I was referring to the John I knew from their movies. I was saying it as if John, Paul, and I were all the best of friends. And since that wasn't the case, I wanted to kill myself for almost slipping like that.

Miss Jones did the attendance slowly because she insisted on getting a good look on each student in her new homeroom. Paul whispered to me a little background information of each student as they were called off. He used plenty of slang terms, only to make me giggle.

We were let out of homeroom once the bell rang. I walked in the hallway with Paul. "Where are you off to?" He asked me.

"History," I said, keeping my eyes out for the right classroom. I didn't really know my way around the school yet. I wasn't really the best at picking up on things quickly.

"Ahh," He said and then gestured for me to follow. He brought me to a new hallway and up to a closed door. He opened it and smiled at me. "Ladies first."

I smirked. "Why, thank you." I said with the fanciest voice I could manage. I walked into the classroom and looked around. I began to make my way through, but stopped and turned around. Paul remained standing in the doorway. "You coming?"

"Nah," He said, "I have science."

"But," I tilted my head and arched an eyebrow. "We just came from that classroom..."

"I know," Paul said with a smirk. He winked at me and was gone.

History was kind of interesting. We really only introduced ourselves. We had to write about a time and place in history where we wish we could visit if time travel existed. I laughed because, hey, I already got that wish. And it was funny to think that no one knew a thing about what society would be like in 50 years except for me. But then again, things could change.

I felt awkward at one point when my table started talking about time travel and how cool it would be if they were to meet someone from the future. It was hard to keep my mouth shut, but I succeeded.

I had math last today. I walked into the room to find plenty of quiet students. I took the front, left seat. The front row of seats was mostly empty. I learned a lot of my math class from that; the students didn't favor it too much.

I sighed and doodled on my notebook as my math teacher, Mr. Hamm, went on with the introduction to our class. The students found his name to be a bit funny, but since he lacked the weight, it wasn't all that funny. He was a young, skinny man.

I was feeling kind of lonely up in the front until someone came in through the door, catching their breath. "Sorry!" They said to Mr. Hamm.

"Who are you?" Mr. Hamm asked, his voice strict.

"Julia Bennett. I'm so sorry I'm late! I couldn't find the classroom," She said. When I heard her name, I looked up and waved to her. She grinned and me and sat next to me in the front.

"Hello," I smiled. "Thank god you're here. I was beginning to feel a bit lonely up in the front."

"I'm just glad I know someone in this class," She said. "I was in a completely different hallway-"

"Ladies," Mr. Hamm warned us. We became silent as he went on with our directions.

The sudden, obnoxious laughter of two boys disrupted our class again. Mr. Hamm became angry for being interrupted, yet again. "Samuel! James-"

"Please, call me Paul. I don't really go by James." I looked back to see Paul, who was looking at the Mr. Hamm with the most charming expression on his face. He seemed calm about it, despite his face's redness from laughter. Paul glanced at me, smirked, and looked back up at our math teacher.

I smiled and looked back at Mr. Hamm. He began to give us directions, but louder this time. He passed out worksheets and gave us permission to work with a partner. They were just games; nothing too complicated. Julia and I worked together, of course.

"That's Paul," I said randomly.

"I heard," She said. "He said his name, ya know."

"No, Julia. That's Paul. Like the Paul." I whispered to her. "Paul McCartney."

Her eyes widened. "No way.."

"Yes way," I smiled, "I've already befriended him."

"Cool," She smiled. Sarah in the was always a Lennon-girl anyway.

"Yep," I smiled back at her. I began to write stuff down on my worksheet.

"Hey, Charlotte's in the high school," Julia said, "I guess she moved to Liverpool."

"Charlotte?" I looked at her weirdly.

"Abigail," She whispered to me as if it weren't obvious.

"Oh..." I said. "How nice," I mumbled.

Days went on. Paul and I had gotten closer, Julia and I became inseparable, and Evelyn had become more of a witch.

We were in math one day. I was sitting with Julia, Paul, and Sam. This time, we were all in the back. It was wild that day, due to the exciting holiday. It was Halloween.

A man came to our room and asked to speak with Mr. Hamm. They spoke outside of the classroom for a brief moment and then called Paul. They left the classroom and were out there for quite a while. It occurred to us that they had gone somewhere else, because we didn't even hear the resemblance of a voice. After about ten minutes, Mr. Hamm came in, his head hung low. Paul followed him in, his head hung low as well. Except, unlike Mr. Hamm, his face was beat red, and his eyes were nearly shut. Paul grabbed his stuff and left the classroom, and that was the last I saw him that day.