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Ch 5
Hey Bulldog
February, 13th, 1963
That Evening

While Paul, Sarah, John and Lily go out to find Ringo, as he's been out since morning, Lyssa and George were instructed to stay at the house and start dinner instead.

"What do you guys usually eat around here?" Lyssa asks while going through the pantry and cupboards in the kitchen.

"Food," George replies with a grin, laughing when she turns around and rolls her eyes at him.

"Nah, really, Harrison?" she asks sarcastically, turning back to the cupboard. With a smile she pulls out a small can. "How 'bout some… dog food?"

George raises a brow and she tosses it for him to see it himself. "Why was this in there?" he asks, looking back at her.

Hey Bulldog starts in her mind and Lyssa tries not to hum it aloud. Trying to be funny she answers, "Maybe John has a secret fetish we shouldn't know about?"

George laughs and it makes Lyssa smile wider. "Full of surprises, aren't ya?" he winks, causing a blush to darken her face.

"Well," Lyssa chuckles, "I am from the future, you know." She spots a very dusty cookbook on top of the fridge and grabs for it. It looks like it's never been opened before. "We can use this!" she suggests, showing George her find.

"What's that?" he asks, looking like his eyes have never seen such a wonder before.

"Your diary; no, it's a cookbook, you smart thing!" Lyssa laughs at him and shakes her head while flipping through the dusty pages.

"Oh and she's funny too?" George muses jokingly, smiling at her humor. Good thing my diary's under my mattress, he adds mentally with relief. "Ever considered bein' a comedian?" he asks, getting up from his place on a stool to where Lyssa sits atop the counter next to the fridge. He pretends to survey the book's contents while he really pays attention to the concentration in the girl's expression, finding the little crease between her brows adorable.

"Hm?" she looks up and suppresses a jump when she sees him so close to her. "Oh, no, silly, I haven't!" smiling, she looks back down at a recipe she was reading. "How about we make this? I think we have everything for it."

George pears down at the tiny lettering, wondering how on earth Lyssa can read something so small, "Um, I can't really-"

"It's a mixture of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, ham and cheese!" Lyssa informs him excitedly. She looks up at George, "Sound good or what?"

His brow furrows. "Breakfast for dinner?" he looks at her with disbelief. "That's not right."

"Only 'cause you've never tried it." Lyssa sticks out her tongue stubbornly. "You'll eat what I serve. That's the law now." She giggles.

George wags his eyebrows. "I don't have a problem with that, love." He says in a low voice, making Lyssa nearly die inside from the jitters flying around her stomach.

"Silly Ringo; runnin' away from home!" John laughs while walking next to Sarah down a darkening street. Paul and Lily are up ahead, scolding Ringo for being foolish enough to not know where he's going while traveling alone.

Sarah smiles while rolling her eyes as John Lennon attempts to be impressive by doing a cartwheel on a patch of grass that has a sign clearly stating no one to walk on it by a tree. "Ooh, what a daredevil." She says sarcastically, walking past him. There's a confident step in her walk that says I'm just as bad arse as you are and this catches John's attention.

He runs up to catch her by the waist and spins her around in the air. Taken by surprise she yelps in protest. "The hell are you doing?" she screams. "Put me down, John Lennon!" Chuckling evilly in her ear John pretends to drop her, but catches hold of her as soon as Sarah's arms cling for dear life around his neck.

"Knew you wanted me," he smirks at her wide eyed stare and immediately crashes his lips against hers, hardly noticing the fact that she isn't resisting.

Inside, Sarah's spinning around in circles, feeling every emotion wash over her like cold water. She's kissed plenty of guys back home, had several boyfriends in the past, but none of them had made her feel so trippy and dizzy before.

Well, what else can you expect from a man like John Lennon?

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