Okay, so this is Chapter 14! Sorry it's taken me so long to update. School started up again and it just totally stressed me out. Plus, I had SO much writer's block…it was just AWful! So, I apologize to all my faithful readers from the bottom of my heart. Anyways, I'd like to thank all of you who reviewed my last chapter. So, snaps to Obscure Séance Rita, ibeebrookie87, Victoria Harrison, vickytmandy, I Love Jenny Lee Lindberg, Alene236, and Has a Rubber Soul! Also, snaps to those of you who subscribed to me or my story or both!

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The pub was packed and The Quarrymen were playing better than ever. Teenagers were everywhere and most of them were dancing. They loved the band. Some had even tried to dance on top of the tables, but the owner, a Mr. McGregor, wouldn't have it. He'd threatened to kick them out in his thick Irish accent.

Maggie was sitting at a table by herself while Penny, Cynthia and Alice danced. She had just come from the bathroom and decided to sit down for a while. The boys were playing Bony Maronie and she was watching them with wide eyes. It was incredible how much energy John sang with. Maggie couldn't help but think of the letter she'd written him. She had brought it to the post office the day before and asked a woman behind a desk if they held letters until a certain date. The woman had told her that she could write the date she wanted it to be mailed on a slip of paper and attach it to the letter. They'd then mail it on that day.

"Someone's birthday, I suppose?" the woman had asked Maggie.

"What?"

"Well, most people 'ave us 'old things till a specific date ta ensure that birthday cards get mailed on time. Is that what yer doin'?" she looked at Maggie skeptically as she handed her the slip of paper.

"Uh, yeah," she lied. The woman had been a little nosy and it had made Maggie nervous. She had just wanted to get it over with so she could leave.

Maggie had decided to have the letter mailed on November 1, 1980. That way he'd have enough time to prepare, but wouldn't forget. After Maggie had written down the date, the woman took the slip, paper clipped it to the letter and put it in a box on her desk with a few other envelopes already inside it without even looking at the slip. Maggie had then thanked the woman and left.

Now all she could do was wait. Wait to see how long this would all last. Wait to see when reality would strike. Wait to see if George and John could cheat death. Waiting was torture.

"There you are!"

Maggie snapped out of her thoughts and turned around in her chair and saw Alice sitting across from her.

"I've been lookin' all ovah fer ya!" She exclaimed. Her voice was barely audible, due to all the music.

"I took a break. All that dancin' tired me out," Maggie told her.

"Yeah, I'm startin' ta sweat. S'pretty grotty," Alice said wiping her forehead.

Maggie smiled to herself. Grotty.

Bony Maronie ended as Alice took a sip of her water. Everyone clapped including the two girls.

"Thank ya, thank ya," John said out of breath. "Now, this next song goes out to a real ace girl even though she can get pretty cheeky at times!" He winked at Maggie as he began playing. The rest of the boys joined him.

Maggie gasped. "Alice! It's Be-Bop-A-Lula! Let's dance!" She stood up, grabbed Alice and dragged her to the dance floor. She couldn't believe John had remembered that Be-Bop-A-Lula was one of her favorites. She sang along as she danced with Alice.

Later Maggie, Penny, Alice and Cynthia were sitting at their table talking as the boys packed up their instruments. It was around eight thirty. Alice was gushing about the whole gig. She reminded Maggie of the teenagers who would suffer from Beatlemania in the mid '60s. Her blonde hair was a little askew from dancing, but she still looked nice. Cynthia looked prim and proper, as always as she sat there drinking her tea. Across from her, Penny leaned her head on Maggie's shoulder, something she did when she was tired. Maggie sat there trying to remember the last time she had had this much fun.

As she thought about this, a young man entered the pub. His hair was greased back and he had bright blue eyes. Maggie recognized him as Ringo Starr. Or it is Richie? Or Ringo? Ugh, too confusing! Why's he here anyways?

"Alice," Maggie said.

"Yeah?" she said turning to her. She had been talking to Cynthia about the art college.

"Yer cousin's 'ere," Maggie told her, motioning to him.

"Really?" Alice turned around in her chair. "Oh, I'm so glad 'e came! I told 'im all about the gig! 'E's a drummer ya'know and said 'e'd luv ta come."

"'E's a drummer?" Penny asked. "Is 'e in a band?"

"Yeah, they're called Rory Storm and the Tornadoes, or somethin," Alice answered waving to her cousin.

"The Hurricanes," Maggie corrected her quietly.

"What?" Alice looked at her perplexed.

"Oh, uh nothin," Maggie said trying not to blush. Alice was about to ask her again, but Ringo had joined them.

"Richie! I'm so 'appy ya came! But you missed them play!" Alice exclaimed punching Richie's arm teasingly.

"Sorry. I got 'eld up," he said shrugging his shoulders.

The Quarrymen had just finished packing their instruments when John leapt of the small stage.

"Well, ello, ello!" he said walking over to them. "Look at all the lovely talent we've got 'ere!"

Alice giggle like a little school girl while Penny rolled her eyes at him. He reached across the table and took a gulp of Cynthia's tea and asked, "Who's the bloke?"

Cynthia gave him a disapproving look, but John just winked at her.

"I'm right 'ere, mate!" Richie said defensively.

"Well, introduce yaself then!" John exclaimed, trying to get a rise out of him. "I'm John Lennon and this is me band: The Quarrymen." The rest of the boys had joined them around the table.

"I'm Richie Starkey," he replied happily

"Whatdya do, Mista Starkey?" John asked pulling up a chair and resting his feet on the table.

"I'm in a band as well. Play the drums for Rory Storm and the Hurricanes," he answered confidently.

"Really? I've 'eard of them," John said thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his forefinger. "Would ya mind playin' somethin' fer us Richie?"

"Not at all," he answered coolly.

Maggie could tell John was just messing with Richie as a joke. Richie seemed to know it too, but played along anyways. The two boys walked up on stage and Richie took a seat behind the drum kit. He and John began talking and then Richie started to play. Maggie couldn't believe what she was witnessing: The future drummer of The Beatles was playing for John Lennon. She couldn't help but smile.

George took John's chair and sat at the end of the table next to Maggie, while Paul sat at the other end next to Penny. Colin, the Quarrymen's drummer, couldn't join them because he had to leave.

"Can you believe 'im?" Paul asked anyone who would listen. "Makin' that poor lad play fer 'im?"

"Oh, don't go gettin' all jealous, Paulie," George teased him. "John still luvs ya that most!"

Everyone laughed at what had been said, even Penny.

"Ahh, shut et," Paul said dismissively.

Maggie took a sip of her tea as George leaned closer to her.

"Did I mention ya look really beautiful?" he said quietly, but sincerely.

"No, I don't think ya did," Maggie replied, flirting a bit.

"Well, ya do. I especially like the curls in ya hair," he complimented.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they look great!" he said grinning.

"Thanks," she said and kissed him on the cheek. Maggie was always self conscience about her hair, but the fact that George had liked it made her beam.

Richie's 'audition' lasted for about 20 minutes, until he said he had to leave. He and John said they'd talk about playing together sometime. Alice left with her cousin and the three couples were left alone. John took Alice's seat and put his arm around Cynthia. He kissed her on the cheek, making her blush.

"So what's up next?" he asked the others. John always wanted to know what was next.

"I don't know Johnny," Paul answered. "But the night's still young!"

"I know!" George said excitedly. "Why don't we go down by the water? S'real peaceful down there."

The group agreed on this and put on their coats to leave. John led them out of the pub, holding Cynthia's waist. Paul followed them, with his arm around Penny's shoulders. Last out of the pub were George and Maggie holding hands. The couples stopped for a bit to admire the snow that had started to fall. Maggie stuck out her tongue to catch snowflakes.

"What're ya doin'?" George asked her chuckling.

"Enjoyin' every moment as long as possible," she answered with a small smile. A snowflake landed on her nose and George kissed it.

"You're incredible," he said, pronouncing every syllable with his thick accent. It reminded Maggie of chocolate for some reason. She kissed his lips softly and felt the thrilling spark between them. They parted and continued walking with the others. They crossed a street and when they'd reached the other side, Maggie remembered that she'd left her purse at the pub.

"Oh, darn et!"

"What?" George asked looking concerned.

"I forgot my purse, that's all," she told him. "I'll be right back!" Maggie turned around and walked out into the street. She heard George call her name. As she turned back, she saw bright headlights. The sound of car breaks screeched louder and louder in her ears. The next thing Maggie knew, she was on the ground holding her stomach in pain. She heard footsteps and someone kneel beside her.

"Maggie! Can you 'ear me?" George's voice quivered. Maggie wanted to speak, but couldn't. She heard a car door open and John yelling.

"What the fuck, mate? Ya didn't see the bloody girl crossin' the street?" The rage burned in his voice.

"I-I'm so s-sorry! I-I didn't see 'er!" Maggie assumed that was the driver she heard speaking.

"John! Calm down!" Paul was trying to calm him down.

Maggie opened her eyes and saw George looking down at her. He looked extremely distraught and his dark brown eyes were filled with tears.

"M-Maggie," he choked out.

Maggie then heard more foot steps. Penny and Cynthia appeared over her. Penny was crying uncontrollably and Cynthia had tears streaming down her face. Maggie wanted to speak, assure them that she was fine, but she couldn't. She was in too much agony.

The snow was falling slowly around them, oblivious to the horror it landed on. Maggie felt the cool flakes settle on her cheeks. She suddenly felt cold and began to shiver. George took his coat off and placed it on her. She smiled up at him.

"Maggie, yer gonna be okay, ya 'ear me?" he said seriously. Tears began to escape his eyes. He wiped them away and kissed her forehead.

John and Paul joined the girls and held them in their arms. John looked at Paul who looked at George. George just looked back at Maggie.

"Whatever happens Mags, just know that I love ya. I love ya today, I'll love ya tomorrow, I'll love ya forever," he whispered to her, as a tear fell from his eye onto her cheek.

Maggie knew she had to say something back. "G-George," she paused to regain her strength. "I-I'll. . . Love. . .you. . .forever. . .and. . .always." She gasped after every word because of all the anguish she was in. George smiled his lop sided grin at her as more tears flowed down his cheeks. Maggie returned the smile as her eyes began to water. All of a sudden, she felt exhausted. The idea of sleep overpowered her. She closed her eyes slowly to the sound of Penny and Cynthia crying and the silent snow falling all around them. Suddenly, all the pain and suffering was gone.

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