Rose:

God is fucking incredible, but I'll never understand why He gave us hangovers.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Holly sang as she shook me that morning. "Wakey, wakey!"

My head was pounding, and even though I had been awake for about twenty minutes, I buried my head under my pillow in defiance. "Ugh, leave me alone!"

Holly's weight shifted off the bed. I heard her move to the dresser, pulling out fresh clothes. "You're gonna have to get up sometime. That hangover's not just gonna cure itself."

"How the fuck would you know, Holl?" came my muffled response. I heard her chuckle, then the bathroom door creaked and I knew she was gone.

I sat up wearily, holding my head gingerly. The room spun in front of me, and I felt the sudden need to throw up. I groaned, falling back into the pillows. Trying to remember any of what happened last night, I was drawing a sudden blank. The only thing I could remember was walking into the Cavern Club, seeing the band, and then-

OH! The band! Pete's old band, actually. Holly had made the revelation last night long after I had, though I acted surprised for her benefit. She wasn't mad-I don't really remember a time that she WAS that mad-but she was certainly a bit…miffed, I guess, as to why they didn't say anything to her.

As my thoughts were drawn to the band, I thought of the guitarist once again. He was a year older than me, if I remembered correctly, but I had gone to school with him. What was his name? Ummm, George Something, maybe. I tried to think, but it hurt my head too much. I moaned and rolled over. It was going to be a looooong day.

Holly:

I glared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to look intimidating like Rose did. To say the least, I failed epically. Not to sound self-centered or anything, but I was way to adorable to be scary, which really sucked, because when we go to the club again tonight, I need to be as intimidating as possible when I confront the buttheads that kicked my brother out of their band. Even though they kinda sounded better now without him.

I barred my teeth and even growled a little. Nope, nothing. Nada, zilch. I was about as scary as a fluffy little bunny.

Look, even the spider on the counter wasn't scared! Wait what spider...

I slowly looked down at the counter, and there it was, right beside my hairbrush, a little black spider.

I screamed and ran out of the bathroom; Rose glared at me, "What the fuck Holly?"

I pointed towards the bathroom, "A spider just tried to kill me!"

Rose:

We walked downstairs and into the little buffet they had going on. The sudden smell of breakfast foods made my stomach churn, and I pushed my sunglasses a little bit further up my nose. I couldn't believe Holly was making me come down here.

I shuffled over to an empty table while Holly made her way to the food, piling her plate with a bunch of shit that she would probably devour in seconds. I swear to God that girl ate more than she weighed, but she never gained an ounce. Some people have all the luck.

Holly sat back down, bringing with her a steaming mug of coffee (creamer AND milk, the way I liked it) and her nauseating grease-fest. "Drink up; we've got things to do today."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "C'mon! Can't we just hang around for once?"

Holly sighed, taking a bite of bacon. "It's not my fault that you decided to get wasted last night." She shook her head. "Don't become one of those people, Rosie."

I burrowed myself into the over-sized sweater I was wearing, looking down at my coffee with disgust. "I'm not one of 'those people.'" I sneered, reached out and slowly dragging my mug towards me. "I just had too many thoughts going on."

I raised the cup to my lips, taking a sip. The hot liquid rushed down my throat, clearing my head a bit but making my stomach twist. I pushed the coffee away, wrapping my arms around my stomach.

Holly's face was too serious for my taste, and I knew she was about to say something I didn't want to hear. "If this is about Robert-"

I clapped my hands over ears, humming loudly. She knew better than to say His name. I wasn't even allowed to THINK it, so why should she get to say it?

Holly bit her lip. "Sorry. I forgot." My hands fell to the table with a slap, and I took another drink of coffee. I didn't want to talk about this, no matter how bad she was feeling for me. I didn't care at the moment. Right now I wanted to get rid of this fucking headache.

We fell into silence, and I began looking around the room to people-watch. Over in the corner there was a balding, middle aged man reading the paper, a woman and her two small children sat a couple tables away, at the buffet two younger guys with dark brown hair were helping themselves to eggs…

"Shit!" I suddenly exclaimed ducking my head down. It would be pretty hard to recognize me, seeing as I was wearing the glasses and clothes that were way too big for me, but I didn't want them to see me like this.

Holly looked up from her nearly gone plate, her eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Um, do you remember the band from last night? The one Pete was in?" I kept my head low and behind the pitcher of orange juice that was on the table. Holly nodded slowly.

"Yeah…. Why, what's going?"

I cleared my throat, nodding towards the buffet. Holly turned before I could stop her. "No, Holl, don't!" I hissed, but it was too late.

"John? George?"

Oh, God. She still knew their names! This was not good, not good at all. I didn't want ANY boy to see me like this, let alone two super cute ones! "Holly! Stop it!"

But the boys had already turned around in confusion and looked at us. They saw Holly waving like a maniac and looked at each other, shrugging. They have no idea who she is, I thought wearily. Jesus, this wasn't going to end well.

Holly:

They totally saw me waving, there was no denying it. John raised an eyebrow and George just shrugged.
"John!" I called again, but he didn't even look back this time, and that was when I realized it: they had no idea who I was.

Dicks!

Rose was still hiding immaturely behind the pitcher of orange juice. "Give it a rest, Holly," she begged, but I just rolled my eyes.

The boys went to sit down at a secluded table in the back and were soon joined by Paul and the drummer that replaced my brother. I grinned, surely Paul would remember me. I mean, I was practically his little sister, too. Making up my mind to go over there and clear some things up, I threw back my chair and marched up to them, ignoring Rose's pleas.

Rose:

"No, no, Holly! Don't! Get back here!" But she ignored me, a huge grin plastered on her face. AH! I wouldn't let them see me like this! I figured at this point I had three options: run for my life and totally abandon Holly, go over there and stand up for Holly and Pete, or keep hiding behind the O.J. Seriously, what you choose?

I ducked low, watching as Holly trudged over to them in what she obviously thought was a menacing manner. When she finally made her way over to them, she piped up right away. I swear to God, everyone in the room must have heard her.

"Hey!" she shouted. Really, Holl? Was that necessary? I knew that she had meant it to be quick and snappy and demanding of attention, but it just came out as an overly-loud greeting.

The boys all exchanged quick glances, none of them knowing what to say. Finally, Paul nudged the little drummer, who obviously had no idea what was going on. "Hey?"

Holly stared at him for a moment, then asked in a confused voice, "Who are you?"

I could feel my cheeks heating up just watching the scene, as it was obvious that all four wanted to throw the question back in her face. "Err…Ringo Starr." Ringo looked around at his band mates in an noticeable request for help. "Who are you?"

John snickered into his hand, and Paul and George both looked like they were fighting smiles. Holly drew herself up to her full height (which wasn't saying much) and hissed, "I am quite offended."

John leaned back in his chair, the picture of ease, and raised his eyebrows. "You're also not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are ya?"

Nuh-uh, he did NOT just go there. Without thinking about how hideous I was looking, I leapt from my chair, totally knocking over the orange juice and making it spill all over the place. Hell with it, though. Nobody insults Holly Best and expects me to stand by. In an instant I was by my best friend's side, and just in time, too.

"And you're not the prettiest pearl in the bunch, but I wasn't going to say anything," I snapped. All four of their eyes drifted up to me. John still looked haughty, and I couldn't wait to put him in his place.

"Who the fuck are you?" he wanted to know, narrowing his beady eyes. I rolled mine, forgetting that he couldn't see them from behind my sunglasses.

"Right now? Right now I'm a bitch on wheels whose friend you just insulted." I jutted out my hip and put my hand on it. "And to be quite honest I'm NOT in the mood."

John threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I'm sorry. She was just being stupid…"

"Kinda like you look right now?"

"Hey! She was being kinda an airhead!"

"Fuck, she's always an airhead. God dammit, she's an idiot! But you're not allowed to say that." I felt like throwing something at him. No, really, I did. UGH!

"What the hell?" He looked at his troops for support, but they just looked away, fear in their eyes. "What makes you so high and mighty?" He directed this towards me.

I couldn't think of a good comeback, so I just used a classic. "What the fuck doesn't make me so high and mighty?"

John scrunched up his face. "That doesn't even make sense!"

I waved away his comment. Again, I couldn't think of anything to say. It felt like there was a battering ram in my head, knocking against my temples. So, I just used an old saying of mine. "Go fall down a well, John."

He stood up, pointing at me aggressively. "You're a bitch!" he spat.

"And?"

John opened his mouth for his retort, but Holly jumped in front of him before he could say anything. "Stop it! Can't we all just be friends?"

John's mouth dropped closed, then immediately reopened. "That would be a little hard, seeing as we still don't know who you people are!" His tone had lost the huge volume, but it was now dripping with sarcasm, and there was a hostile hint to it.

For the first time, George spoke up. "Hey," he said, kinda chuckling. "You know who you remind me of?" He was looking at me, and I immediately felt my pale cheeks heat up just from his gaze.

Everybody turned to look at him, even some of the random people I was people-watching earlier. "Pete Best's little sister's best friend." He looked at his friends. "Doesn't she? What was her name? Ummmm…Rose! Yeah, she was feisty thing, wasn't she?"

Neither Holly nor I said a thing. We couldn't believe it. I was too awestruck for words. Ringo still looked pleasantly amused (though I could tell he had no idea what was going on), George was grinning like this was the greatest thing ever, John was still seething, and only Paul looked like he was considering his mate's words. Then, slowly, it began to dawn on him.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, pointing to Holly. "You're Holly Best, aren't you?" All of Holly's anger seemed to vanish, leaving only her bubbly self.

"Yeah! It's so great to see you!" And she immediately threw herself into the nearest boy's arms, which just happened to be John. He looked down at her with a light frown, then started to smile. Eventually he wrapped his arms around her.

"I always did like her," he mumbled, still not looking at me. Holly released herself from John's grasp, and then moved on to Paul. She made her way along the table, only stopping at Ringo.

"You replaced my big brother," she explained, running a hand absentmindedly through her hair. Ringo nodded, and for a millisecond the two of them stood there staring at each other, unsure of what to do. "Oh, why not?" Holly shrugged, embracing the new drummer, too.

Holly was lucky; never in a million years could you hate a girl like her. Even if you just met her, like Ringo Starr, you still wanted to be around her. And I guess I was always the exact opposite. It took a LOOONG time to warm up to me, or to let me warm up to you, I should say. And even as I watched my best friend chatting with the Beatles, who were sure to be her new friends in seconds, I knew that because of how perfect she was, there were things I could never tell her. Things she just would never understand.