Hi Guys! I only have one review so far but I already had this typed so I thought I'd add it. I'd also like to thank RoseByAnyOtherName215 for inspiring me! Check out her work it is plain gear! :) I would like to send a shout out to DopeBass! Thanks for reviewing but I couldn't respond because you weren't logged in… So here's a message in response. :) :Thank you! Trust me there personalities will progress! I already have plans. ;) well at least somewhat ha. Thank you! I usually have some great stories. (Not to brag.) but on fan fiction it's hard to do an original without being wary of copyright. Haha ;D But even my others stories may seem better. But this is my first REAL Beatles fic. :) Yes I realize I had some spelling errors but Blimy it was late! Haha were you talking about words or just there accents? Ha anyway thanks once again! Your really gear! …
Ok clearly I don't own the Beatles I wish haha. Oh and don't worry their personalities will be revealed later on… just a bit at a time. ;)
Chapter 2
Dizzy Miss Lizzy
Layla's POV
I shuffled through the lunch line tired and drowsy from the record incident from the night before. Cam shuffled right behind me so close that when I turned around I almost fell over her. Cam wasn't much of a social person but once we moved to Liverpool, due to the lack of people she knew here, she became even more reserved. It wasn't like the old Cam and I found myself wistful for my old friend. I grabbed a tray and piled it high. I was ravenous, as usual. Cam, on the other hand grabbed a water bottle and an apple. I had noticed a pattern change in Cam's diet after the accident and it was starting to worry her. Yes, I still believed my friend was healthy and wouldn't do something so reckless. Cam wasn't stupid. She followed right on the back of my heels once again as we sat down at a lone table. A girl about Cam's high but maybe a bit shorter sat down beside us. "You don't mind do you?" she asked with a meek smile blushing slightly. Cam nodded encouragingly and the short blonde haired girl immediately looked up. "Great!" she said enthusiastically. "I'm Lisa, but you can call me Lizzy." She smiled a toothy grin. "Nice to meet you." I said as Cam and Lizzy engaged in a conversation. My thoughts were too far off in my own la-la land. I wasn't so sure about his background but I found myself thinking of John Lennon none the less. I tried to distract my mind as the buzzing conversation of Cam and Lizzy went on around me. Not to mention the conversations of about every other student in this cafeteria. I observed my surroundings. The cafeteria was a dull yellow and the paint job was very bad considering you could see every individual stroke. Or maybe that was just me… I focused on the rather high ceiling as my eyes zeroed out on a single shingle that was dripping. It fell with a plink, noise before separating into millions of individual diamond like droplets. All sound was drained out as I watched the water drip. I snapped out of it as I felt a sharp pang on her shoulder. I turned around with a scowl to face Cam. Did she just punch me? I thought. "What was that for blimey!" Cam raised an eyebrow at me. "Lizzy 'ear has been tryin' to get ye attention for about five minutes now. Are ye even listenin'?" she asked. "Sorry, Liz I'm beat." I lied. "Someone hit me with a record last night." I winked at Cam who looked at me confused. "Who?" I laughed and almost answered her when four familiar boys approached us. George, Paul, Stew, and.…John. I smiled.
Cam's POV
I shot daggers at Paul who seemed more confused than ever as his smile faltered slightly. I felt a bit sympathetic for a moment before I shrugged it off. He was a player, and he was no better than I was. I tried to imagine what it must be like. What must be going through their heads. The whole lot of them, including my brother Stew. I knew he wasn't as innocent as everyone made him out to be. They sat down John by Layla and Paul and George on each of my sides. I gave Layla a sympathetic look before standing up as soon as Paul had sat down. "What's up her-." I heard John start to say before he received a sharp jab in the side from Layla. I was grateful for my friend but why was she suddenly so reckless? We hardly knew these blokes and she already is falling hard for John. But, no not me. I wouldn't stand for it and I would do everything in my power to stop it from happening from Layla. I walked in the bathroom and examined my reflection in the mirror. I let my dark, black, and curly locks fallout of the pinup I had it in. It cascaded down my back to past my hips. It brought out my pale skin and bright blue eyes that reminded me of the shoreline were I used to live in London. I compared myself to Layla and laughed at the fact that that's exactly what she was. A "Layla." Her eyes were a emerald green and her hair blonde hair was silky and smooth. It ran just past her mid back. It fit her perfectly, and I found myself once again laughing at the differences between us in appearance. It was like night and day. Yet, we fit each other perfectly. I had a period or two left. I think I can make it I thought to myself as I let out a yawn. I stumbled into history class rubbing my eyes. I noticed Layla at the back of the room staring at me hardly. I shrugged it off, maybe she was just tired. But, I doubt that was it and knowing her I'd get an ear full later today. I also noticed Paul in the front row. His head was in his hands as his scruffy dark brown hair flopped around in every direction. He looked stressed, he looked… tired. I laughed at the fact that I wasn't the only one beat from the day's activities. I thought I'd mess with him a bit. I know I wouldn't feel too bad considering what he does to most girls most likely. I stood behind him and blew on his hair lightly. He groaned and sat up turning around. When he saw me he brightened a bit. He still seemed a bit wary of my intentions. I didn't blame him. "Ello Love." He smiled. "Ello Paulie." I grinned. "How es life treatin' ya?" he asked with a soft smile. I shrugged. He pursed his lips. "So you have pretty nice handwriting for a teddy." I laughed a bit referring to the notes from the other day. "Don't tell anyone." He looked serious. "If anyone found out I actually had an IQ higher than twenty John would be furious." He stared at me coldly. I looked at him weirdly thinking he was serious until he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. I hit him in the shoulder and rolled my eyes smiling. He smirked at me wagged his eyebrows. Ok, this has gone far enough I thought before sitting back and ignoring him again. He eyed me strangely and with a sigh fell back into his chair massaging his temples. I felt kind of bad but decided he deserved to receive a bit of what he puts outs. Class started and I was very surprised to see how young the teacher was. She was small and frail with short blonde hair and I tight fitting dress. John whistled and after receiving a dirty look from the teacher and a saddened look from Layce he fell silent. I tisked in sympathy for her knowing she was none the wiser. Paul was doodling absent mindedly when the teacher cleared her throat. He looked up shocked. "Did you hear the question Mr. McCartney?" she asked. "Huh Mister." I heard John snicker and Paul shot him another death glare. Mrs. Clement as I have now learned is her name repeated the question for him. It had something to do with mid evil times but I didn't understand in the slightest. He stood up and started reciting facts in a way that blew my mind. Surely this wasn't the teddy I knew… or at least had presumed… Apparently John agreed with me for I heard him clear his throat and Paul instantly paused. "Uh… I mean…. I don't king Henry or something?" the class snickered as he sat down straightening his leather jacket and combing his hair. I rolled my eyes at the last part. I scrawled down another note. "Do you pluck too?" it read. I shoved it down his jacket when he wasn't looking. He smirked at me with a what the hell kind of look before pulling out the note and reading its contents. He looked confused. What? It wrote. "Your eyebrows. Do you pluck them too along with combing you hair?" it wrote. He glared at me and smirked before rolling his eyes and shaking his head in a pitiful way. I snickered and leaned back. The bell rang and I stood up practically running to the back of the room to grab Layla who was talking to John before dragging her to the band room. I grabbed my guitar in its case but Layla already had her drum sticks in her back pocket. She then took a hold of my wrist like I had to her moments ago and dragged me to the bathroom. Not once did we say a word but as soon as we went to walk out of the bathroom I ran into someone and fell to the ground. It was Lizzy and I was shocked to see the tears plastered to her face. She wiped them away as quickly as possible. "What's wrong love?" Layla patted her back concerned. Her eyebrows furrowed. Lizzy shrugged her off. "I'm fine. She looked so serious we left her alone for fear of her snapping at us. We walked outside. Layla on her right and myself on her left. We were silent until some blokes came up behind us and shoved her into a walk. Lizzy fell to the ground before slowly getting back up. The boys ran off singing. "Lizzy, Dizzy, Lizzy Miss Dizzy!" it was so childish I went to run after them but Layla held me back. "What was 'hat about Lizzy?" I asked the short girl who shook her head ignoring me. "LIZZY!" I pursued. She sighed. "Let's just 'ay I'm not the most coordinated." She offered sheepishly. I shook my head as she broke down in tears again. Pour girl, I frowned. I exchanged glance with Layla before pulling out my guitar. I smirked at Lizzy's confused face as I started to strum a tune that had been bouncing around my head lately. I started singing a song making it up as I went. "You make me Dizzy Miss Lizzy!" I sung and smiled. "The way you rock'n'roll! You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy! When you do the stroll!" Lizzy was smiling at me gratefully. "Come on Miss Lizzy, love me'fore I grow to old!" I sung loudly catching the attention of a bit too many people for my liking. Oh well I shrugged as Layla started beating on things randomly with her drum sticks trying to keep the beat. A crowd was forming. "Come on Miss Lizzy! Come on, give me fever, put your little hand in mine!" I strummed extra hard as I gestured to Lizz and after much persuasion she stood up and started spinning wildly. I smiled. "Come on, Miss Lizzy! Love me 'fore I grow to old!" I heard cheering and applauds from the crowd. "Come on, give me fever, Put your little hand it mine! You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy, girl you look so fine." I admired the petite girl spinning and spinning. "You're just a-rockin' and a-rollin', Ahhhhh! Owwww! Wooo!" I sung as Layla continued the beat and made oooh noises. "You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy, When you call my name.
O-o-o-o-oh baby, Say you're driving me insane. Come on, come on, come on, come on baby, AHHH! ooh! ooh! OWWW!" I finally finished and bowed before blushing and hiding behind Layla. I laughed at how silly I must look. Lizzy came over and hugged me. "Thank you love!" she hugged me tightly till I coughed. "welcome." I smirked. I turned my head slightly and noticed the boy running at us. "Wow 'hat was gear love!" said George as John smiled approvingly. Paul gave me a thumbs up and I pumped my fist in the air. "Woo!" I giggled. "That was so fun!" I smirked at Paul and he returned it. So what if I hated his guts and chose to ignore him. I could still lead him on like he does to everyone else. I smiled to myself not knowing how wrong my words would be…
So did you like it or no? I just kind of threw it together.. so please leave me a review. Yes this chapter foucused on Lizzy but I'll be sure to put more Beatles in the next! ;) please R&R!
~BeatlesMopTops